<?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-37856359</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:19:09.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUTTERSCOTCH FLAVOURED FART!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-182666002596549120</id><published>2008-01-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:40:12.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a) name 20 ppl u can think of at the top of ur head. dun read the ques before u write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yi Ting&lt;br /&gt;2. Mitch&lt;br /&gt;3. Lee Theng&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;5. Khi Huin&lt;br /&gt;6. Khairin&lt;br /&gt;7. Wyn&lt;br /&gt;8. Christine&lt;br /&gt;9. Jillian&lt;br /&gt;10. Constance&lt;br /&gt;11. Ee Hwee&lt;br /&gt;12. Yi Hui&lt;br /&gt;13. Si Min&lt;br /&gt;14. Wen Ting&lt;br /&gt;15. Amelia&lt;br /&gt;16. Roycelyn&lt;br /&gt;17. Yi Ting&lt;br /&gt;18. Mitch&lt;br /&gt;19. Yi Ting&lt;br /&gt;20. Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apologies for the last 4 on the list. I simply couldn't think of anyone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;Art Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be no more retarded doings! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;As a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a gd couple?&lt;br /&gt;Um, HE'S THREE YEARS' YOUNGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;Primary School best friend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u thnk 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me sumthing abt 7.&lt;br /&gt;Mah sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;Mm nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut wld u do if 11 confesses tt he/she likes u?&lt;br /&gt;That would be completely hilarious to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut language does 15 speaks?&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN. Duh, english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 goin out with?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;Er. Er. Er. 17, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time u talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Today. Art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;Bomb! The Music Industry is one of them. And um. Death Cab for Cutie. Dashboard Confessional. Idk. What else? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u date 4?&lt;br /&gt;That would be.. odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u date 7?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Shit I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u ever be in serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;No possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut sch does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;River Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Chua Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's ur favourite thing abt 5?&lt;br /&gt;Um, He can talk a lot. (Sometimes, anyway.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. I got this quiz from my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ON THE LIST, YOU'RE TAGGED. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-182666002596549120?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/182666002596549120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=182666002596549120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/182666002596549120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/182666002596549120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2008/01/quiz.html' title='QUIZ.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5201438931269105798</id><published>2008-01-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:46:19.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know, I don't know you, but I want you so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know this blog's getting really, and I mean, realllyyy bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't seem to have a mood for posting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm taking up a hell lot of stuff, such as considering for 2nd CCA, the Save Darfur thing, and that's enough to keep me occupied, not to mention a ton of homework, half of which ended up being answered by Yi Ting because I couldn't catch what the teacher was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5201438931269105798?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5201438931269105798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5201438931269105798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5201438931269105798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5201438931269105798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2008/01/secret.html' title='Secret.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6907046179223813327</id><published>2007-12-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:59:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deafcon eight.</title><content type='html'>I shall describe today as &lt;u&gt;amusing&lt;/u&gt;. Very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;amusing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for &lt;strong&gt;Deafcon 8&lt;/strong&gt; today. Met &lt;strong&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/strong&gt; at Citylink and &lt;strong&gt;Kai&lt;/strong&gt; at Esplanade. Since we were (very very) early we went to the library to check out the cds. It took me a while to figure out how to find the cds. HEE. I only found &lt;strong&gt;Muse's &lt;em&gt;Black Holes and Revelations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (They labelled it as &lt;em&gt;Pop/Rock&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we headed to &lt;strong&gt;DXO&lt;/strong&gt; and they made us wait outside till almost 1.30 (It was scheduled to start at 1pm) because they were apparently not ready or something o_O Anyhoos, as we waited outside, we stuffed ourselves with the remains of MacDonald's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Large&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(salty)&lt;/em&gt; Fries. Said hi to &lt;strong&gt;eXe&lt;/strong&gt;, and someone was saying "Okay let's interview you now." And we thought she was referring to eXe, until Roman pointed the video camera at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, you mean &lt;strong&gt;you're&lt;/strong&gt; going to interview &lt;em&gt;US&lt;/em&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I talked the least. I was never very good at talking in front of camera. Yeah. :] Personally, I'd rather be &lt;em&gt;BEHIND&lt;/em&gt; it. So basically &lt;strong&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/strong&gt; talked the most (&lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;heeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;) followed by &lt;strong&gt;Kai&lt;/strong&gt; then me. Mwahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in. &lt;strong&gt;Harlequin Monologue&lt;/strong&gt; was first. They're quite good. She (lead vocalist) can sure scream &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. They also did a song by &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;oddly&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't even recognise the song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; came in halfway through. I can't remember when; I was taking photos all the while :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was followed by &lt;strong&gt;Trella&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ella. Ella. Eh. Eh. Eh&lt;/em&gt;. Their songs weren't really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; impressive though. They all sounded the same to me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cigarette Sex&lt;/strong&gt; was next. Quite okay. Apparently &lt;strong&gt;Lian&lt;/strong&gt; didn't wear anything crazy (like &lt;u&gt;skirts&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;thongs&lt;/u&gt; or something.) Phew. But he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; take off his shirt halfway through, and I saw some &lt;u&gt;very &lt;em&gt;shocked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; girls when he turned around, only to reveal &lt;strong&gt;a pair of &lt;em&gt;nipple piercings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cigarette Sex was &lt;strong&gt;Withered Tree&lt;/strong&gt;. Good performance as usual. &lt;strong&gt;Shyam&lt;/strong&gt; kept moving though. So basically all my Withered Tree photos have this &lt;em&gt;blurred&lt;/em&gt; figure in it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIREBRANDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was. &lt;u&gt;Awesome&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;No doubt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I could actually &lt;em&gt;recognise&lt;/em&gt; some of the songs. Unlike the last time I came (Deafcon 6) where I only first got to know the band. They started off with &lt;strong&gt;Rebellion Intelligent&lt;/strong&gt; and I ended up shouting the lyrics while taking the photos. Heee. They also played &lt;strong&gt;Scarecrow and the Fire&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Black Stripes&lt;/strong&gt;, which was one of my favourites. And during the riffs there were a hell lot of people &lt;em&gt;moshing,&lt;/em&gt; and I was so &lt;u&gt;tempted&lt;/u&gt; I put my camera down and joined in for a while. HAHA. Didn't mosh as much as the last time, but it was still &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; much (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Obsession&lt;/strong&gt; was next. I didn't really pay much attention to them the last time during Deafcon 6 because I was so tired from all that moshing during Firebrands' performance. They were quite good actually. And I manage to take better photos. (I figured out how to take.. &lt;em&gt;sharper&lt;/em&gt; photos only during Firebrands' performance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the &lt;strong&gt;giveaways&lt;/strong&gt;. They were giving out &lt;strong&gt;iPod shuffles&lt;/strong&gt;. And a lot of numbers that were picked out weren't being acknowledged. Then when the guy said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"3... 2... 1..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was thinking "Hahaha what a &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt; if I actually &lt;em&gt;won&lt;/em&gt; one of those, I don't even &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; iPod shuffles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..0!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, ho, &lt;em&gt;holy&lt;/em&gt; shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was &lt;strong&gt;shocked.&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;em&gt;amused&lt;/em&gt;. And whilst laughing about this really weird situation when I got back to my seat, &lt;strong&gt;Kai won the other iPod shuffle&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk about coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to leave due to &lt;u&gt;drum lessons&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/strong&gt; and I were saying about how if she were to win the &lt;strong&gt;Sony Ericsson phone&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt; then we'd switch prizes. Just as she went back there, &lt;strong&gt;Naomi &lt;/strong&gt;called her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. She got the &lt;strong&gt;w660i&lt;/strong&gt; phone. Her dad wanted it, and I kinda pity him. Having an old &lt;em&gt;5-year-old&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; as old as mine!) phone. Hehe. Let her have it. As for the shuffle. I didn't really want it anyway. (&lt;em&gt;I was brainwashed by my sister about how the shuffle sucks the last time. So yeah&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she ended up giving the shuffle to her brother (who wanted to use it during the gym, HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm &lt;u&gt;dead &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at &lt;strong&gt;2am&lt;/strong&gt; last night and was forced to wake up at &lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt; this morning (&lt;em&gt;much thanks to dad&lt;/em&gt;). And all that &lt;u&gt;running around&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;taking photos&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;moshing&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;drums&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6907046179223813327?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6907046179223813327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6907046179223813327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6907046179223813327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6907046179223813327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/deafcon-eight.html' title='deafcon eight.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5817339561018573914</id><published>2007-12-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:42:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2PE Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0XdqXi8-WE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0XdqXi8-WE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about a few hours to compile as many videos and photos as I could to make this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot to crop out the last part of the song though. I'll crop it out as soon as I get the time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5817339561018573914?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5817339561018573914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5817339561018573914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5817339561018573914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5817339561018573914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/2pe-video.html' title='2PE Video'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-85625078250992344</id><published>2007-12-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:46:32.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today's the first day since I came home from Italy that I actually did something(s) that actually matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, compiling almost a hundred photos and about 8 videos together to an actual video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took (and is still taking) me quite a number of hours. Easily up to 3, 4 maybe 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make the day more somewhat complete, I had to fold a pile (yes, PILE) of clothes, do an insane number of laundry, all the dishes, all before I actually got to EAT my dinner. And guess what I had? Vegetable Soup. Joy. Bliss. Awesomeness. But what choice do I have? My parents haven't replenished the food supply since last week and all that's left to eat is instant noodles, nutritional bars, and spaghetti. So you think spaghetti is a good choice? Naaah. Eating it 3 meals a day isn't going to work. I'm left with one packet of instant noodles for tomorrow. Cup noodles are all gone. The nutritional bars supply is running out. Even the tortelloni ran out already. Another option would be canned soup, but it still isn't very appealing. Especially since I do NOT like vegetables. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, saying all this foodstuff is making my stomach hurt bad. Really, really bad. I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my stomach really hurts bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on to the frustration, Windows Movie Maker is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for somewhat reason, cannot play certain parts of the entire video because for somewhat reason it still plays, but the picture (which supposedly is to be the video) keeps staying the same (which means its lagging really badly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can kill this computer. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bloody 4-year-old computer. Laptop, actually. Shorter life-span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-85625078250992344?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/85625078250992344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=85625078250992344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/85625078250992344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/85625078250992344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-780503881051966690</id><published>2007-12-14T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:11:42.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Lady, the whole world doesn't revolve around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-780503881051966690?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/780503881051966690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=780503881051966690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/780503881051966690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/780503881051966690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_14.html' title='--'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-993210769692481528</id><published>2007-12-13T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:07:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-993210769692481528?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/993210769692481528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=993210769692481528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/993210769692481528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/993210769692481528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-613577960406259991</id><published>2007-12-13T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:06:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"THINGS I HAVE DONE BOLD."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; all that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snuck out of the house. &lt;/strong&gt;(Plenty of times. Only that I didn't have to sneak out.)&lt;br /&gt;Thrown popcorn at people’s heads in a movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flown on a plane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failed a test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted/Dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought something and never wore it.&lt;br /&gt;Swore in front of your parents.&lt;/strong&gt; (I said something--not them--about being bullshit. Is that counted?)&lt;br /&gt;Been called a slut/whore/etc.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Gone out with a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regretted something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV for 8+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to a concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopped in a big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gotten a manicure/pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law.&lt;br /&gt;Ran from the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a random conversation with someone you don’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten a close friend/ family member’s birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; (Well, it was fair. She forgot my birthday too. :l )&lt;br /&gt;Called an infomercial number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completed a jigsaw puzzle by yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Talked back to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Changed something about yourself to impress someone.&lt;/strong&gt; (Stopped after a while.)&lt;br /&gt;Spent New Years in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;Gone out with someone for their looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NAME BOLD."&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone with one of these names, bold it. (AND CELEBRITIES DON'T COUNT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...is a &lt;u&gt;guy&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weird guy from evermore this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celeste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;Gage&lt;br /&gt;Hilary&lt;br /&gt;Hunter&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;br /&gt;Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacy&lt;br /&gt;Lukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Personally, I wished I never heard of one of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SALOME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa&lt;br /&gt;Trent&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;Weston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Zach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RANDOM BOLD."&lt;br /&gt;Bold all that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have more than 1 best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t own a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures everywhere in my room. &lt;em&gt;I kinda wished I had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not one of those people that go to Starbucks because I think I will become cool by going there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's because I do NOT like starbucks. How 'bout Coffee Bean instead, for the whipped cream? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to draw.&lt;br /&gt;My nails are painted at the moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The remains of it, that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear sweats everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate rap music. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not hate. Just.. I don't like listening to them all day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite number is 6.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived in the same town/city all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I looooooove movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know every word to at least one movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m into photography.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Very.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own trophies for things I’ve won. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does a medal count? ;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blonde.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read all the Gossip Girl books.&lt;br /&gt;My name starts with an "A".&lt;br /&gt;I own a dog.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to more than 10 states in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-613577960406259991?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/613577960406259991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=613577960406259991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/613577960406259991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/613577960406259991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5240468487516562926</id><published>2007-12-03T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:27:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>This is fucking scary, y'know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5240468487516562926?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5240468487516562926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5240468487516562926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5240468487516562926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5240468487516562926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/12/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-676059675734996546</id><published>2007-11-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:13:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP UP, AND AWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;113&lt;/strong&gt;th Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.12pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post before I leave for &lt;strong&gt;Switzerland&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Italy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUCHO&lt;/strong&gt; LOVES&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;I promise lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you guys (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-676059675734996546?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/676059675734996546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=676059675734996546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/676059675734996546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/676059675734996546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/up-up-and-away.html' title='UP UP, AND AWAY!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2554586281823117010</id><published>2007-11-26T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:03:38.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's the day!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I leave for &lt;strong&gt;Zurich&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;. Followed by &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, it's a &lt;u&gt;tour.&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Inexpensive&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get lots lots lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, till &lt;strong&gt;8 Dec&lt;/strong&gt;. Same for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Habbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, I can't survive one day w/o surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated LJ today with an &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; post. It's on private though, and you can choose &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Link in &lt;u&gt;Profile&lt;/u&gt;. &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2554586281823117010?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2554586281823117010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2554586281823117010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2554586281823117010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2554586281823117010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrows-day.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2447496920972658879</id><published>2007-11-23T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:25:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's rehearsal at UCC was plain &lt;u&gt;retarded&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;retarded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't have a room, because all the other people in the snowflakes item were in other items as well, so basically that meant they have dressing rooms to go to, whereas I don't. But anyhoos. (: I just joined in with the lan hua hua people so yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camwhored. &lt;strong&gt;A lot.&lt;/strong&gt; Like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going under the sink.&lt;br /&gt;Doing 'You Cant Stop The Beat' poses (with &lt;em&gt;Jillian&lt;/em&gt; as the victim)&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing ourselves into the lockers.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Feet.&lt;br /&gt;Handstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And played &lt;u&gt;Double&lt;/u&gt; wacko (it didn't work out, so we played wacko instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the game became boring after a while hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went up to outside the toilet to get better reception. People were talking about their brother's/sister's/friend's PSLE results. One mental case got &lt;strong&gt;294&lt;/strong&gt;. And the highest in my primary school actually increased to &lt;strong&gt;285&lt;/strong&gt;! The last time I was there I think the highest was &lt;em&gt;270-280&lt;/em&gt; or something. That's what I remembered. But you can't exactly trust my memory so &lt;u&gt;never mind&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;, I should've brought my D40x along :( And I thought photography wasn't allowed. I go there to see &lt;strong&gt;3 people&lt;/strong&gt; carrying Nikon DSLRs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It does get boring having your only item the &lt;u&gt;LAST&lt;/u&gt; one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;strong&gt;Concert&lt;/strong&gt; today. &lt;strong&gt;Devmeet&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday. &lt;em&gt;Crazy&lt;/em&gt; Sunday ahead. &lt;strong&gt;Dance exam&lt;/strong&gt; Monday. &lt;strong&gt;Zurich&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday (well actually, Wednesday in Singapore time, but Tuesday in Europe time.. er I think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For somewhat reason, I don't even feel the &lt;em&gt;least bit&lt;/em&gt; excited about dance concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOT DANCE CONCERT IS TODAYYYY! I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gosh&lt;/u&gt;, I really can't wait for it to be &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2447496920972658879?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2447496920972658879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2447496920972658879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2447496920972658879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2447496920972658879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/rehearsal.html' title='Rehearsal'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-1966247662775429555</id><published>2007-11-19T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:21:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>My dad can be &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; indirect sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; had to do was to just agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he finds out I never &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; understood what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the blame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give me your crap stories or your usual words like, 'I don't know'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap stories? You've &lt;strong&gt;got&lt;/strong&gt; to be kidding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-1966247662775429555?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1966247662775429555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=1966247662775429555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1966247662775429555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1966247662775429555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6715765969180333719</id><published>2007-11-12T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:14:05.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habbo forums</title><content type='html'>Habbo Forums are the BEST. They make you laugh like shit and wonder where those kids really come from. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. In one thread with the topic, "What is your favourite music genre".. I see a reply which said "slow rock" (IT'S SOFT ROCK NOT SLOW ROCK -.-). This one is even better.. "soft metal". GOSH, WHAT'S SOFT METAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, the Habbos have absolutely no clue what the definition of EMO is, yet they act like they know all about it. (I stress on the word ACT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, EMOs are HUMANS.&lt;br /&gt;HUMANS are emos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodyhell, I'm human but that doesnt label me as EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is EMO lehhs..miie don'tt gett iit..Butt askk forr all youu wantt..everyonee sayys iimm a ......YAY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you're not emo you friggin twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also showed Yi Ting the thread and she went to reply LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;EMO is a music genre : Emotive hxc. What do you think makes an emo? Does listening to that genre make a person emo? I hope that you people get a life that these stereotypes are derogatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when a person slits his/her wrist, it doesn't make them emo. When a person starts self-harming, it's a symptom of DEPRESSION, not "emo-ness" or whatever you people have named it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those losers out there who are TRYING and ACTING like what you think "emos" really are, GET A LIFE. Stop holding the razors to your wrist and slitting the skin apart, because honestly, a cry for attention is the last thing a person who cuts would want. But your intention of cutting, is to get recognised. What horrible scums of nature are you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, emo-kids CAN be happy too. They're not all that about screaming, crying, eyeliner, and slitting. Emotive hxc is about expressiveness, but is being expressive a sin? If being expressive earns the label "emo", then Shakespeare, Leonardo Da Vinci, Andy Warhol, Claude Monet and the likes must have been emo too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm sorry if this offended anyone, but I really hope that people will stop having such a lame misconception of such stereotypes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having Shakespeare emo. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fOr Me DUHH~ YAYY!!!!! Hihihihiihx. I Luv Emo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit can you PLEASE spell your words properly and reduce the number of exclamation marks? One is enough to emphasize it. There's also a bold and underline tool if you really want it. It's [b] and [i] if you didn't already know (which I presume, seeing that you sound pretty much ten years old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see better answers though like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emo is not a human, emo is an attribute -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agree with R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is not a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply a trend, and a music genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shouldnt get judged for the way they dressed. And if they do slit, then thats their fault, why should we be worrying about that when weve got our own lives to worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect 'emo' but I dont respect labelling. :]  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO SLIT SHOULD GO FOR THERAPY and stop moaning about it and complaining to everyone in the world about HOW EMO THEY ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my friend told me this damn funny thing about emo posers slitting their wrists. THEY CAN ACTUALLY SLIT IT THE WRONG WAY, so basically they hardly do any harm to themselves -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think emo-posers should get a life because they're wasting it. I've heard of stories like people carving their girlfriend's/boyfriend's name on their arm using a penknife. And people who slit their wrists and collect the blood into tiny bottles and exchanging it to their steads who hang the bottle around their necks. Then soon afterwards the blood in the bottle start to seperate into like the platelets and plasma and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it ultimately gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, for the sake of everyone else who hates emo posers, stop being one. It is highly annoying to see a person acting 'EMO', as if it even exists anyway. But if you would still want to make a fool out of yourself, be my guest. It's quite entertaining to see a brainless asswipe sometimes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6715765969180333719?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6715765969180333719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6715765969180333719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6715765969180333719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6715765969180333719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/habbo-forums.html' title='habbo forums'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3902530050980702414</id><published>2007-11-07T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:20:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainstream</title><content type='html'>Okay. So today I was DJing after a HUGE LONG BREAK. And it's only when I play mainstream songs like Potential breakup Song, Great Escape, Umbrella, Do You Know (Ping Pong Song), HSM shit, GIRLFRIEND, and that's when they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learnt that they hate Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall quote, "Muse so borinq leh make me wan to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case I'd rather play Manson's This is the New Shit (refer to RadioBlogClub clips on the left) and then get screwed for it. The kids playing Habbo (Yes, KIDS. 11 and under. When they're supposed to be 14 and above to be playing.) will be brainwashed, and then I'll get banned for god knows how long, and then my X badge will be taken away for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I hate mainstream songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, when I already like them and I listen to them LONG before they are popular and appear on MTV, and that's when people think I'm WEIRD, that the songs I listen to isn't nice, that my music taste is wrong. And then a few weeks, months or maybe years later when it goes popular and appears on MTV and all the assholes are listening to them they change their mind. By then I'm sick of those songs already and now you guys are the ones playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you are one of them, GET A LIFE. No one's going to label you weird if you play songs people don't listen to. No one's going to give you a nobel prize if you go with the flow too. Gosh. If I ever hear Avril's annoying 'HEY HEY YOU YOU' I'm going to slap her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that HSM AND HSM2 is so so GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather listen to the Carpenters, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one random note: I hate it when people come up to me, during my DJ session and ask me, "Are you a boy or girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just go homo and everything will be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm both. *wink wink*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3902530050980702414?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3902530050980702414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3902530050980702414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3902530050980702414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3902530050980702414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/mainstream.html' title='Mainstream'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2428521298706509048</id><published>2007-11-05T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:41:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D40x! :biggrin:</title><content type='html'>:&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;grin&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/dslr.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy (:&lt;br /&gt;(not exactly the clearest of all pictures, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I haven't been online for the past um, 3, 4 days? Well actually most of last week. xD Today I just checked out my gmail--15 new mail. LOL. Quite a lot, considering the fact that I check my email mostly a few times a day =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to type.&lt;br /&gt;It's the morning syndrome :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance later.&lt;br /&gt;*groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to love dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can't remember why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2428521298706509048?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2428521298706509048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2428521298706509048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2428521298706509048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2428521298706509048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/11/d40x-biggrin.html' title='D40x! :biggrin:'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3754397083851820247</id><published>2007-10-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:25:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to fight the feeling, the feeling took me down&lt;br /&gt;I struggle and I lost the day you knocked me out&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's got meaning, the meanings bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching as a screening of my life plays out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I fight these feelings&lt;br /&gt;For your sake I will hide the real thing&lt;br /&gt;You can run all your life, all mine I will chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings&lt;br /&gt;When your very bones believe them&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings&lt;br /&gt;You have to follow natures law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live with never knowing, if knowings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop a feeling growing, I will stay away&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken record, stuck before a song&lt;br /&gt;A million beginnings, none of them the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I fight these feelings&lt;br /&gt;For your sake I will hide the real thing&lt;br /&gt;You can run all your life, all mine I will chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings&lt;br /&gt;When your very bones believe them&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings&lt;br /&gt;You have to follow natures law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote her letters and tried to send them&lt;br /&gt;In a bottle I place my hope&lt;br /&gt;An S.O.S full of good intentions sinking&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it to me, don't make me wait&lt;br /&gt;You built me up, knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;But I will stand my ground&lt;br /&gt;And guard this light that I've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never fight your feelings&lt;br /&gt;When your very bones believe them&lt;br /&gt;If you let them show, you'll keep them&lt;br /&gt;I know your hurt but soon you'll rise again, again, again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh fuck my phone's &lt;u&gt;nuts&lt;/u&gt;. i was just told by my dad i apparently sent like &lt;strong&gt;over &lt;em&gt;70&lt;/em&gt; blank messages&lt;/strong&gt; to him.. and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't even send them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness i only use no more than 500smses in the 1000 provided.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3754397083851820247?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3754397083851820247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3754397083851820247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3754397083851820247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3754397083851820247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-tried-to-fight-feeling-feeling-took.html' title='Nature&apos;s Law'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8472651421634357814</id><published>2007-10-26T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:44:47.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of double whacko.</title><content type='html'>helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of&lt;br /&gt;cupping of hands onto mouth,&lt;br /&gt;screaming with mouths wide open,&lt;br /&gt;pointing,&lt;br /&gt;shouting of names,&lt;br /&gt;laughing like mad,&lt;br /&gt;shielding of heads,&lt;br /&gt;and (some) dao faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/theartofdoublewhacko.png"&gt;THE &lt;em&gt;ART&lt;/em&gt; OF DOUBLE WHACKO&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;clickclickclick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collage is made by yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8472651421634357814?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8472651421634357814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8472651421634357814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8472651421634357814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8472651421634357814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/art-of-double-whacko.html' title='the art of double whacko.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7753160593520263565</id><published>2007-10-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:08:24.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deafcon</title><content type='html'>Okay. I know this post is going to be kinda old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deafcon6 was on Saturday. Went there. The first band I heard there was EXTREMELY BORING. I don't even know which band it is, but it almost put me to sleep. Then the next one was doggface and I couldn't understand what the hell they were saying either so I almost slept too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard stuff like goreng pisang or something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the better bands were like Armchair Critic and Withered Tree. Took some vids (which apparently appeared in Visa's and Boon's blog as well. XD) and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goeesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzcxsNbkLRo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzcxsNbkLRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmynxJ3QF34"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmynxJ3QF34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the peeeek-chures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/deafcon/IMG_1444.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/deafcon/IMG_1455.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/deafcon/IMG_1461.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/deafcon/IMG_1462.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take much photos after that 'cause the battery died (of all days, grrr). Lotslotslots of headbanging and moshing during firebrands. Got bruises all over (and one especially huge one on my knees) but who cares haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn DXO chop can't be washed off. Almost kena booked by prefects ('Cus we're not suppose to have stuff drawn on our arms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleeeeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammed on friday. Slept at like 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Next day woke up at 6am to get ready for dance. I SWEAR, THEY ARE CRAZY TO MAKE IT 7.30AM IN THE MORNING! D:&lt;br /&gt;Then went for deafcon (refer to above). Came back at 8-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning dad woke me up at 7am to wash the bathroom. Dang. Art class. Came back for lunch. Went out. Went to grandma's place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 long days and little sleep, guess what. I had to wake up at 5am the next morning. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a hassle to wake up at 5am every single morning just to catch the damn school bus (which &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; WAITS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I get to sleep in for tomorrow (for an extra one hour, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've already posted some long-long-long-long-long time ago pics from class party at abby's house on the class blog and some on &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/butterscotchflavouredfart"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;. Too lazy to upload them here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebyebyebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7753160593520263565?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7753160593520263565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7753160593520263565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7753160593520263565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7753160593520263565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/deafcon.html' title='deafcon'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7981376236885320270</id><published>2007-10-15T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:14:47.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all bullshit(:</title><content type='html'>1. (person who tagged you is) – WQL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) – Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) – Habbo player, um &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;taoyan&lt;/strong&gt;!, full of bullshit :D, idk lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) – Since when does WQL do memorable things to begin with, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) – Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) – &lt;u&gt;MY BOOBS WILL LAUGH&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) – Trying not to get&lt;br /&gt;my boobs high. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) – laugh like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) – broadcast his episode of "&lt;em&gt;HULLO HULLO&lt;/em&gt;" on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) – MAKE HIM FALL ON SKATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) – Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) – Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) – I go high at very random times :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) – short-temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) – I have honestly no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) – Thank you very very very very very much, I really appreciate it (but I don't owe you a living for it, so don't even think of making me a slave of yours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Y&lt;strong&gt;ITING&lt;/strong&gt; ROFLLMAO&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;RAYNE&lt;/strong&gt; ROFLLMAO&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;NICHOLAS&lt;/strong&gt; LOOL&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;BRENDA&lt;/strong&gt;AAA HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;MITCH&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;WQL&lt;/strong&gt;! hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;SEAN&lt;/strong&gt; (even though I know he won't do this quiz hAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Bernice&lt;/strong&gt; (just to make things interesting--refer to above)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;ANABEL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;YAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having a relationship with?) – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) – Then 10's boyfriend would break up with her! ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying?) – &lt;u&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) – Umm this morning I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music does no.8 like?) – No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) – Older and younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) – Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) – &lt;em&gt;I've yet to find that out (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What’s the surname of no.5?) – Chang! MCCC :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What’s the hobby of no.4?) – idk lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) – They dont know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) – GESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) – &lt;strong&gt;OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM,&lt;u&gt; E-I-E-I-O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) – Yes, maybe I will.. when i turn lesbian. (If you don't sense the &lt;em&gt;sarcarsm&lt;/em&gt;, I suggest you get a life :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) – Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What colour does no.4 like?) – Greeeeeeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) – Fiances, aren't they? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?) – &lt;strong&gt;THAT WOULD BE &lt;em&gt;COOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) – At the sex club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) – Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.6 the sexiest person in the world?) – SEXY LADIES OUT THERE, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WQL&lt;/u&gt; IS UP FOR GRABS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FEELING EXTRA HIGH TODAYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7981376236885320270?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7981376236885320270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7981376236885320270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7981376236885320270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7981376236885320270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-bullshit.html' title='It&apos;s all bullshit(:'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4458132761543551196</id><published>2007-10-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:29:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><content type='html'>Dammit. Isn't there ANYONE in this house who doesn't care about the number on the scale?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4458132761543551196?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4458132761543551196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4458132761543551196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4458132761543551196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4458132761543551196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='/'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-9068101107609500779</id><published>2007-09-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:05:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FILL IN THE BLANKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FILL IN THE &lt;u&gt;BLANKS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_________ &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FARTED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; DURING JAMMING ON SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I was bored during class today, so I drew &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; out on my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/biggrin.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:biggrin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/notatattoo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSE! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note that these are NOT TATTOOS. No way would I want to even get tattoos in the first place, even though I think it's kinda cool. :D And anyway it's brown ink. At least it used to be. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-9068101107609500779?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/9068101107609500779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=9068101107609500779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/9068101107609500779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/9068101107609500779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/09/fill-in-blanks.html' title='FILL IN THE BLANKS.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4232721499641037275</id><published>2007-09-04T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:45:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self.</title><content type='html'>Note to self: Buy capo and guitar pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4232721499641037275?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4232721499641037275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4232721499641037275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4232721499641037275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4232721499641037275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3720458381521516434</id><published>2007-09-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:55:28.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Weekday of September Holidays.</title><content type='html'>Today is the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; weekday of the September Holidays, when I have to study and relax before the examinations start. But guess what, I started it off with 4 hours of dance and 1 hour of piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GROAN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3720458381521516434?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3720458381521516434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3720458381521516434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3720458381521516434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3720458381521516434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-weekday-of-september-holidays.html' title='The First Weekday of September Holidays.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4049849767913788012</id><published>2007-08-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:48:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got  my camera back!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha today received an SMS during class, from Canon, saying that my camera was already fixed an I could go down to Harbourfront Center to collect my camera, yay! I went there after I got home to get my receipt thing. Took me about an hour to find it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy Yi Ting just told me of the partial lunar eclipse tomorrow in the late afternoon where the moon's gonna turn red, HOW COOL ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she asked me to take a picture of it -.=&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LIKE AS IF SINGAPORE GETS TO SEE ECLIPSES LUH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4049849767913788012?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4049849767913788012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4049849767913788012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOT OF MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARY HAD A LOT OF MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH I THINK SHE LIKES ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THINK SHE LIKES ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'CAUSE IMMA WHITE-TY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'CAUSE IMMA WHITE-TY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARY HAD A LOT OF MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOT OF MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOT OF MEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Wild'n'Out&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4718385043763555777?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8930541306590365825</id><published>2007-08-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:46:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank goodness it's friday?</title><content type='html'>On contrary to the term, "Thank Goodness It's Friday!", also known as TGIF!, I have just experienced one of the worst Fridays &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8930541306590365825?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8930541306590365825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8930541306590365825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8930541306590365825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8930541306590365825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-goodness-its-friday.html' title='thank goodness it&apos;s friday?'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8390011576824211845</id><published>2007-08-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:38:54.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to crawl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;And not come out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this way in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn emo. Don't laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8390011576824211845?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8390011576824211845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8390011576824211845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8390011576824211845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8390011576824211845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_10.html' title='..'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2095331186376740323</id><published>2007-08-09T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:13:11.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v.&lt;/strong&gt; con·fuse &lt;em&gt;[kuhn-fyooz]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. to perplex or bewilder: The flood of questions confused me.&lt;br /&gt;2. to make unclear or indistinct: The rumors and angry charges tended to confuse the issue.&lt;br /&gt;3. to fail to distinguish between; associate by mistake; confound: to confuse dates; He always confuses the twins.&lt;br /&gt;4. to disconcert or abash: His candor confused her.&lt;br /&gt;5. to combine without order; jumble; disorder: Try not to confuse the papers on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;6. Archaic. to bring to ruin or naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n.&lt;/strong&gt; di·lem·ma  [di-&lt;strong&gt;lem&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a situation requiring a choice between equally undesirable alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;2. any difficult or perplexing situation or problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2095331186376740323?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2095331186376740323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2095331186376740323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2095331186376740323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2095331186376740323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7456510978339441798</id><published>2007-08-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:05:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOODNESS IT'S THE 'WEEKEND'</title><content type='html'>My earphones are officially &lt;u&gt;dead&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Both&lt;/em&gt; of them, on the left. Hurrah. I think I'll go buy new ones, tomorrow after my haircut. Heh. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOODNESS IT'S THE 'WEEKEND'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NTRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; MUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7456510978339441798?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7456510978339441798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2377367588909526212</id><published>2007-08-02T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:28:40.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rarrr</title><content type='html'>stop being a fucking idiot, will you?&lt;br /&gt;it would save the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2377367588909526212?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2377367588909526212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2377367588909526212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2377367588909526212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2377367588909526212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/rarrr.html' title='rarrr'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2608285317023650447</id><published>2007-07-31T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:46:09.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recycling.</title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness i have no idea what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just made a 'letterbox' to store all my letters with my converse shoebox.&lt;br /&gt;I've used a tissuebox to make a storage for my stamps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the making of doing up my post-its and accessories organising thingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah maybe I should do them nicely and sell them online, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVETHEEARTH?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2608285317023650447?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2608285317023650447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2608285317023650447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;But, oh wells. I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANT TO COME ALONG? ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7608198973816775276?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7608198973816775276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7608198973816775276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7608198973816775276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7608198973816775276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons-movie.html' title='The Simpsons Movie.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7684318071301569168</id><published>2007-07-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:30:27.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history test tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;History test&lt;/u&gt; tomorrow, and &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be getting into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; dead la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Green Day screaming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; isn't helping. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get something to eat, then go back to mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; TWO MORE MONTHS TO &lt;strong&gt;EXAMS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man its like only &lt;strong&gt;2 more months&lt;/strong&gt; to learn &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It feels &lt;u&gt;crap&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm telling myself, after exams I'm going to go out with a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; bunch of friends, and go for a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;movie marathon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch 'going to'. More like a '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus lots &lt;u&gt;and lots&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a full day at the &lt;u&gt;arcade&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;Escape Theme Park&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;sleepovers&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's &lt;u&gt;mugging&lt;/u&gt; for now, &lt;em&gt;groan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7684318071301569168?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7684318071301569168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7684318071301569168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7684318071301569168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7684318071301569168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/history-test-tomorrow.html' title='history test tomorrow'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-55741462702560935</id><published>2007-07-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:51:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIMBO BITCHES ROFL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA I JUST FELT LIKE POSTING THIS;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foxtrot. Uniform. Charlie. Kilo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-55741462702560935?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/55741462702560935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=55741462702560935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/55741462702560935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/55741462702560935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/bimbo-bitches-rofl.html' title='BIMBO BITCHES ROFL.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2869401152547530121</id><published>2007-07-22T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:02:51.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and the deathly hallows</title><content type='html'>okay. i'm not VERY keen into reading hp books so HEH HEH. Yeah i went to ask someone about it. and if you've not read the book and don't want spoilers, DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING BELOW AND HAUNT ME D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil poots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources from Yi Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody &lt;u&gt;died in the fifth chapter&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voldermort &lt;/strong&gt;appeared in like the &lt;u&gt;fourth/fifth chapter&lt;/u&gt;! (&lt;strong&gt;SO EARLY&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE'S EAR GETS&lt;strong&gt; CUT OFF&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; by Snape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupin, Tonks and Fred died fighting the against the death eaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;VOLDERMORT LOST TO POTTER&lt;/u&gt;. EEEE. SO. &lt;em&gt;expected&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNAPE LOVED POTTER'S MOM&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;*PUKE*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why he joined the order was to help lily potter. ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARRY MARRIED GINNY&lt;/strong&gt; NINETEEN YEARS LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS NOT THE BAD PART YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;THREE &lt;/em&gt;KIDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ONE NAMED JAMES (quite typical, that was his father's name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND ONE WAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALBUS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;SEVERUS&lt;/u&gt; POTTER&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD ONE WAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LILY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! OHMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW UTTERLY DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;ALBUS SEVERUS&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I THINK JK ROWLING WAS DRUNK WHEN SHE WROTE THAT PART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;SEVERUS + LILY?&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;[c=#CC0033]Screaming at the moon.[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;JK rowling makes the most revolting relationships happen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDAND. More math! (groans. math test tomorrow. *pulls face*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERMIONE + RON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGO + ROSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DRACO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAD &lt;u&gt;CHILDREN&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSAHAHAHAHA THIS IS MAKING ME&lt;em&gt; LAUGH MY ASS OFF&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway. I HATE PETALS. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/60326537/"&gt;did charcoal drawing today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay bye pootsies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2869401152547530121?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2869401152547530121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2869401152547530121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2869401152547530121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2869401152547530121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='harry potter and the deathly hallows'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-1757291703601356130</id><published>2007-07-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:27:16.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racial harmony day!</title><content type='html'>okay. a picure is supposed to say a thousand words right? well i wonder how many thousands of words there will be in this post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0301small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0337small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0364small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0365small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0387small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0316small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Judithhh! Take peeek-chures!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0331.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Okay Serena let's make this photo a proper one..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0332.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0413.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0414.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0378small.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0294.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0298.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/IMG_0328.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos on my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/fartywarty"&gt;friendster profile&lt;/a&gt;. Okay &lt;strong&gt;mucho loves&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-1757291703601356130?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1757291703601356130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=1757291703601356130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1757291703601356130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1757291703601356130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='racial harmony day!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/racialharmony/th_IMG_0301small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5154568245585421373</id><published>2007-07-18T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:29:29.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my fucking god.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be jinxed today. Either that or I'm cursed. Wait, what's the difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Today after piano, I came out of my piano teacher's block and saw that the bus had arrived already. So I broke into a sprint while listening to my ipod in my pocket. Then suddenly the earphones wire came out of the ipod. It was quite common and I thought that the ipod was still in my pocket so I just kept running.. and got onto the bus.. and that was when I realised that &lt;strong&gt;my ipod dropped onto the road&lt;/strong&gt;. Wah, the moment I reached the next stop I &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt;-ed all the way back from where I sprinted from. THANK GOODNESS my ipod was still lying there, unharmed. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part Two.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next bus came in &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Then when I got on I smsed what happened before on the bus. Phone dropped. Aunty across the aisle got shocked. I pick up the phone. Went off the bus. I think my phone pouch is still there. :l Oh wells. It's like &lt;u&gt;2 years old&lt;/u&gt; and I haven't exactly changed it so it's not that bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part Three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I live in a condo. And each block there'll be like this door thing where you have to scan something to get in. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my ipod earphones got caught somehow and some part of the left earphone &lt;strong&gt;came out&lt;/strong&gt; and when I put it back it &lt;em&gt;wasn't working anymore&lt;/em&gt;. The other side came out too but it wasn't as bad. So yeah. &lt;u&gt;I need new earphones badly&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5154568245585421373?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5154568245585421373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5154568245585421373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5154568245585421373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5154568245585421373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-fucking-god.html' title='oh my fucking god.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-376480312121431879</id><published>2007-07-08T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:50:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Earth</title><content type='html'>EEEEE STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Live Earth yesterday, but I WAS BUSY THE WHOLE DAY. Stupidddd. Dance dance dance dance dance. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore green though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha jamming yesterday was quite fun. ;D Played around with the keyboard, 5 minutes on the bass and mostly singing (again). Then mitch recorded the songs and I realised how awful my voice was. HAHAHA. Well KIERAN HAD BETTER COME THE NEXT SESSION :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells. At least Phyllis is broadcasting the Live Earth telecasts on HabboSoup.Net radio. Hehe. Can listen while I study Geog. EEESH. another way to make my weekend miserable! Geog on Earth Day! O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-376480312121431879?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/376480312121431879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=376480312121431879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/376480312121431879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/376480312121431879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='Live Earth'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8604544559375597470</id><published>2007-07-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:38:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon D40x!</title><content type='html'>AHHHH! I HAVE OFFICIALLY FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIKON D40x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with it today at Best Denki! WHOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Played with the aperture, exposure, white balance and the color settings.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty cool:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I was taking a few test shots (without my dad around), and after I put the camera down, I saw that weird salesman pick it up, check if I ruined it or something, and he gave me the &lt;em&gt;eyeball&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;twice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came back with my dad, he was all &lt;u&gt;nicey&lt;/u&gt; and all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYHOOOS:D&lt;br /&gt;AS LONG AS I GET ALL &lt;strong&gt;As&lt;/strong&gt; I'LL GET THIS CAMERA WHOOHOO!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if I dont I might get it as a christmas present? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nikon.com.sg/products/1003/c4b54c7933/standard/D_D40X_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nikon.com.sg/products/1003/c4b54c7933/standard/D_D40X_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nikon.com.sg/products/1003/c4b54c7933/standard/D_D40X_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nikon.com.sg/products/1003/c4b54c7933/standard/D_D40X_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHH THE LOVEEEE;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8604544559375597470?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8604544559375597470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8604544559375597470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8604544559375597470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8604544559375597470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/nikon-d40x.html' title='Nikon D40x!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4256459872915775496</id><published>2007-06-28T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:09:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jinxed</title><content type='html'>Today's my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't sound too excited.&lt;br /&gt;I made my batik as a present for her.&lt;br /&gt;But it gave me bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Some 'karma'.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my bus because it was hard to run while holding a wobbly frame.&lt;br /&gt;When I bought my strawberry ice blended and was holding it while paying for my fried rice, I dropped it (it's not exactly easy juggling with the frame and a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;The lousy cup broke, and all the drinks came out.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was shuffling with my lunch and drinks, my lunched dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Half my lunch spilled out, including the egg with costed 50 cents extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I was looking like a complete idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the mood to scream fuck to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4256459872915775496?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4256459872915775496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4256459872915775496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4256459872915775496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4256459872915775496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/jinxed.html' title='jinxed'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-1122149680789790908</id><published>2007-06-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:10:11.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harder.</title><content type='html'>Okay so I screwed up for Science Test today.&lt;br /&gt;And got back History Test today. &lt;strong&gt;12/15&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to be doing some assignments but &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;can't be bothered&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Further and further away. The dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-1122149680789790908?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1122149680789790908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=1122149680789790908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1122149680789790908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1122149680789790908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/harder.html' title='harder.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7327324714323865554</id><published>2007-06-24T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:52:42.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's something inside me that's just missing, and I'm not sure if you feel the way too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I still have 3 more chapters to cover for science test and my parents want to bring me out! UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7327324714323865554?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7327324714323865554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7327324714323865554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7327324714323865554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7327324714323865554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-missing.html' title='something missing'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8685486665531813652</id><published>2007-06-23T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:51:38.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S STARTING ;O</title><content type='html'>UGH! I know I'm not updating much, and I'm like supposed to because I'm supposed to be free in the holidays, but right now I'm &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to complete my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE I'LL UPDATE ONCE I SETTLE DOWN &gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need to settle assignments, reading, and THE STUPID &lt;strong&gt;SCIENCE TEST&lt;/strong&gt; GREETING ME ON MONDAY MORNING D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to spend the first day of school in the 2nd semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;u&gt;don't even know about the topics tested for science test&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8685486665531813652?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8685486665531813652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8685486665531813652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8685486665531813652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8685486665531813652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/schools-starting-o.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S STARTING ;O'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3990834149947658192</id><published>2007-06-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:09:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemicals React</title><content type='html'>I know I really really, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; want to blog about stuff going on in the 3rd week (which was really a &lt;u&gt;lot&lt;/u&gt;.) But for somewhat reason I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; want to post up some song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; song lyrics though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemicals React&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Aly and AJ&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm walkin' on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;And you're movin' too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Were you right, was I wrong&lt;br /&gt;Were you weak, was I strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;We lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;And we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;When you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals react&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm drifting out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like the tides pullin' me in deeper&lt;br /&gt;Makin' it harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny,&lt;br /&gt;How we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Were you right, was I wrong&lt;br /&gt;Were you weak, was I strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;We lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;And we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;When you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaleidoscope of colors&lt;br /&gt;Turning hopes on fire, sun is burning&lt;br /&gt;Shining down on both of us&lt;br /&gt;Don't let us lose it (don't let us lose it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Were you right, was I wrong&lt;br /&gt;Were you weak, was I strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;We lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;And we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived&lt;br /&gt;We loved&lt;br /&gt;We hurt&lt;br /&gt;We joked&lt;br /&gt;We're right&lt;br /&gt;We're wrong&lt;br /&gt;We're weak&lt;br /&gt;We're strong&lt;br /&gt;We lived to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;When you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;Watch the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;(The chemicals react) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3990834149947658192?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3990834149947658192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3990834149947658192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3990834149947658192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3990834149947658192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/chemicals-react.html' title='Chemicals React'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4076851432194095783</id><published>2007-06-11T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:06:52.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony.</title><content type='html'>Wow. First he &lt;em&gt;insults&lt;/em&gt; me (I'm his boss), and then he asks me to help him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4076851432194095783?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4076851432194095783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4076851432194095783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4076851432194095783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4076851432194095783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/irony.html' title='The Irony.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5365352052062188886</id><published>2007-06-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:35:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Serena&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 18021993&lt;br /&gt;Current status: single&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt;-dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: in a shade of brown so dark its &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;black. NO ITS &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Bawk bawk bawk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Heights, public speaking, and um getting scalded.&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses: I suck at sports. Hehe I'm &lt;u&gt;sucha&lt;/u&gt; klutz. EXCEPTION FOR &lt;strong&gt;BADMINTON&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: As long as I can cook it, and I dont burn it, yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: &lt;em&gt;Ugh&lt;/em&gt;, dance &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 10-11pm&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: BK. Macs &lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Haha depends. Group more &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;, Single more &lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;. But I've done &lt;strong&gt;neither&lt;/strong&gt;. x]&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Anything. I'm not a sports person, really.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: lipton&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: &lt;strong&gt;CHO CO LATE&lt;/strong&gt;! :O&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: no.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: I do that &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: &lt;strong&gt;DO-OH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: does &lt;em&gt;'hot flash'&lt;/em&gt; count?&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: Haha, temporary ones, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: um in &lt;u&gt;kindergarten,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: &lt;strong&gt;DUH.&lt;/strong&gt; who wants to be a single &lt;em&gt;ah-soh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: No idea at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health-freak: I'm munching on&lt;strong&gt; macs&lt;/strong&gt; now. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drank alcohol: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Yeah, and acted like an &lt;u&gt;idiot&lt;/u&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: I hardly eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: It'll be &lt;u&gt;pure&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;embarrassment &lt;/strong&gt;(and &lt;em&gt;entertainment&lt;/em&gt; to some people) if i were to go skating.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Played a stripping game: LOL &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Depends. But no. I'd be stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Asians- brown. whites- blue. fair skinned w/ brown hair- brown. blacks- brown. (:&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: As long as the colors look natural according to their skin/eye color.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: &lt;u&gt;SHORT&lt;/u&gt;. Imagine having a boyfriend with a &lt;em&gt;ponytail&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: Chatting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours ago: &lt;u&gt;Screwing up&lt;/u&gt; on HabboSoup radio. =x&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: My memory &lt;em&gt;isn't &lt;/em&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: Uh, I was in &lt;strong&gt;New Zealand&lt;/strong&gt; last year at this day, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER ELEVEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: many things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TWELVE: TAG 5 PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi&lt;br /&gt;Hosin&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MITCH:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MS LIM:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped. And I still havent started much homework. Oh no. Sleeptime now. Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5365352052062188886?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5365352052062188886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5365352052062188886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5365352052062188886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5365352052062188886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-quizzes.html' title='more quizzes'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5416070250287110474</id><published>2007-06-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:14:54.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some phone quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Out Your Cell Phone &amp;amp; Answer These Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who was your last missed call?&lt;/strong&gt; my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who was your last received call?&lt;/strong&gt; simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Who was your last dialled call?&lt;/strong&gt; my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How many text messages are in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt; 37--i just cleared my inbox two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many text messages are in your outbox?&lt;/strong&gt; um, empty. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Who’s the last person you texted?&lt;/strong&gt; shona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who’s the last person who texted you?&lt;/strong&gt; venessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How many contacts do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; NO I'M &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; GOING TO &lt;em&gt;COUNT &lt;/em&gt;THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who’s your first contact?&lt;/strong&gt; Simon (cause I put it as Alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Who’s your last contact?&lt;/strong&gt; zi hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What’s your current ringtone?&lt;/strong&gt; Um, you wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you have any games on your phone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dohh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What’s the background on your phone?&lt;/strong&gt; Some clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What’s the date?&lt;/strong&gt; 08.06.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What’s the time?&lt;/strong&gt; 2210h&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea what this is, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5416070250287110474?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5416070250287110474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5416070250287110474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5416070250287110474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5416070250287110474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-phone-quiz.html' title='some phone quiz'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6444392198230333865</id><published>2007-06-08T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:19:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJing at HabboSoup</title><content type='html'>Okay. So an hour ago was supposedly to be my FIRST TIME deejaying on HabboSoup on this computer, but let's say that the train went off the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on. And then I wanted to start of with Rush by Aly and AJ, but IT COULDN'T FREAKING PLAY! So I got damn scared, and randomly clicked on another song. And I got damn scared, and I could see people on Habbo saying, "Hey what's wrong, chilli." "How come not connected" "Eh cannot hear anything" "keep buffering leh" and I though, OH SHIT! So I quickly went back and forth, and feeling very very freaked out. And after like 10 minutes I gave up and cheerleader157 took over, THANK GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that did duo-djing with her cause I only had to use skype and just talk with her but my tongue went in knots. And I freaked out. Again. And went Uh.. uhh.. uhmm.. And I talked very VERY little. And cheerly had to introduce for me. She asked  me questions and I answered them with full of 'uh's and 'um's. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yeah. So that's how Chillipeppa's first DJ-ing session went. HOW COOL IS THAT. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6444392198230333865?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6444392198230333865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6444392198230333865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6444392198230333865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6444392198230333865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/djing-at-habbosoup.html' title='DJing at HabboSoup'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3323526580290076258</id><published>2007-06-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:37:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Think</title><content type='html'>Do You Think&lt;br /&gt;by Kieran Edwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The way it goes I know I'll find&lt;br /&gt;A link to you back in time&lt;br /&gt;How my heart breaks in to two&lt;br /&gt;I try to find my way to you&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong I've done I know&lt;br /&gt;I was robbed and rightfully so&lt;br /&gt;But I don't ever want to know&lt;br /&gt;That you and I could never be so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we ever make it&lt;br /&gt;What if we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing with you&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel'll it too&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we could give it a try&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ask&lt;br /&gt;Coz my heart beats so fast&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we could give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since I have loved&lt;br /&gt;someone the way I do for you&lt;br /&gt;Its like one day I'm sitting up&lt;br /&gt;And realise its always been you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'd be great...together&lt;br /&gt;We would get through anything...no matter...what&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3323526580290076258?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3323526580290076258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3323526580290076258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3323526580290076258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3323526580290076258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-think.html' title='Do You Think'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6408426773883273018</id><published>2007-06-04T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:06:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runescape stats.</title><content type='html'>My 70th post. Unbelievable. I'd never thought I'd be able to keep a blog &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on runescape &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin told me about the hill giants. So we fought them. AND WHOOHOO! Big bones! Haha. More prayer xp. And they give out loooottts of coins. Oh and while burying bones a Shade popped up and I had to fight it. Almost died (left with only 10/38xp after the fight) and I didn't even get anything! :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levels raised...&lt;br /&gt;1 Crafting Level (because of the magic lamp thing)&lt;br /&gt;1 Fishing Level&lt;br /&gt;2 Attack Levels&lt;br /&gt;3 Defence Levels&lt;br /&gt;2 Strength Levels&lt;br /&gt;1 Hitpoints Level&lt;br /&gt;1 Prayer Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Combat Levels&lt;/u&gt; (making me&lt;strong&gt; level 47&lt;/strong&gt; now :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6408426773883273018?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6408426773883273018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6408426773883273018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6408426773883273018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6408426773883273018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/runescape-stats.html' title='runescape stats.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5190842782463502182</id><published>2007-06-03T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:49:03.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time's runnin' out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm sick and tired of telling myself that there's always next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5190842782463502182?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5190842782463502182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5190842782463502182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5190842782463502182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5190842782463502182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/06/times-runnin-out.html' title='time&apos;s runnin&apos; out'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8448167653448179899</id><published>2007-05-31T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:29:02.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How cheena am I?</title><content type='html'>Okay I found it on someone's friend's blog and yeah. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language you speak or understand..&lt;br /&gt;[] hakka&lt;br /&gt;[X] hokkien&lt;br /&gt;[] cantonese&lt;br /&gt;[X] mandarin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] other chinese languages&lt;br /&gt;total - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think a &lt;strong&gt;non-chinese&lt;/strong&gt; created this quiz because its clear that hokkien, hakka, and cantonese aren't languages--they're &lt;u&gt;dialects&lt;/u&gt;. Even me, a C6 Chinese student knows that. Either that person is non-chinese or he/she is quite brainless. :l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food you fancy..&lt;br /&gt;[X] wanton mee&lt;br /&gt;[X] tangyuan&lt;br /&gt;[X] chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;[] char koay teow&lt;br /&gt;[] porridge/broth&lt;br /&gt;total - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;festivals you celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;[x] chinese new yr&lt;br /&gt;[ ] vesak day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hungry ghost fest&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chengbeng&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chap goh meh&lt;br /&gt;total - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habits..&lt;br /&gt;[X] use slangs while speakin english&lt;br /&gt;[ ] prefers chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] speaks chinese most of the time&lt;br /&gt;[] prefer chinese tea over english tea&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reads chinese news&lt;br /&gt;total - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies watched..&lt;br /&gt;[ ] happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;[x] the eye part i, ii &amp; iii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] super fans&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kungfu mahjong part i &amp;amp; ii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the banquet&lt;br /&gt;[x] i not stupid too&lt;br /&gt;total - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others..&lt;br /&gt;[] prefers soy sauce over ketchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i like them both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[] been to a buddhist temple&lt;br /&gt;[] able to sing chinese songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ew no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] attended concert of a chinese star&lt;br /&gt;[x] remembers your chinese zodiac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dohhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believes in...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believes in chinese gods&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believes in karma&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believes in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believes in the reborn cycle&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believes in buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm more of in a delimma in whether to believe in buddha or not. :l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family..&lt;br /&gt;[X] one/both parents speaks chinese&lt;br /&gt;[X] one/both parents from chinese jrschool&lt;br /&gt;[] siblings studied in a chinese sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a sight it would be to see my sister in a chinese school! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[] have a chinese picture in the hse&lt;br /&gt;[] been to china with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i havent even been on a holiday, let alone go to china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;total - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;features..&lt;br /&gt;[x] have black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] have chinese color skin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have small eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have small sized feet(size 6&amp;below)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wears dark lipstick colours&lt;br /&gt;total - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home..&lt;br /&gt;[ ] has a pet dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ] has a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] has a pet cat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] has a fengshui item&lt;br /&gt;[ ] has a statue of a chinese god&lt;br /&gt;total - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THE GRAND TOTAL AND MULTIPLY BY 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQUALS.. 14 X 2 = 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below 20 - abit chinese&lt;br /&gt;20 - 50 - half chinese&lt;br /&gt;50 - 80 - just chinese&lt;br /&gt;80 - 100 - pure chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so i'm HALF CHINESE?&lt;br /&gt;I know this quiz is kinda bullshit but.. ohwells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8448167653448179899?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8448167653448179899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8448167653448179899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8448167653448179899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8448167653448179899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-cheena-am-i.html' title='How cheena am I?'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5749497701500854709</id><published>2007-05-30T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:30:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture.Com Photo Competition</title><content type='html'>I have no idea which staff of Gmail has decided that Picture.Com is a bad website and put emails from them into the &lt;u&gt;Spam&lt;/u&gt; folder, causing me to miss out my opportunity to go to &lt;strong&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;prize giving&lt;/em&gt; (for the Photo Competition) &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; making me pay like &lt;strong&gt;200 bucks&lt;/strong&gt; to get my awards &lt;em&gt;shipped&lt;/em&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5749497701500854709?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5749497701500854709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5749497701500854709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5749497701500854709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5749497701500854709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/picturecom-photo-competition.html' title='Picture.Com Photo Competition'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4196089346403408225</id><published>2007-05-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:38:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer school day two</title><content type='html'>I think Summer School is starting to get better. Maybe it's because everyone was nervous on the first day and quite &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt; and less open and all. Hmm. Oh and our teachers are um. Woops I don't know what's the ballet teacher's name. =x Yeah then there's Miss Nikki/Nicky(?) and Miss Camille. Yeah they're all really nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Jazz dance a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really cool yeah (: Oh and we're performing National as well. Some &lt;em&gt;Harvesting&lt;/em&gt; dance thing where everyone's (village peoplle) happy about the fact the they harvested a lot of crops whatsoever. Yeah. Thank goodness I don't have to like dance beside some &lt;em&gt;guys&lt;/em&gt;. Did I mention that they're &lt;u&gt;ugly&lt;/u&gt; like &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jazz is like some.. I don't know. But I think its &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Note to myself: Buy &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt; before Summer School. Food brightens moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of food. I just realised how little I ate today. I have like &lt;strong&gt;4.5 hours of dance today&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Then before dance in school (around 10am) I only ate a few fruitips, and before Summer school (around 1.30pm)I ate a few pieces of prawn crackers. Then during the break between the ballet and national classes I finished the packet of prawn crackers (around 3pm) and after that I had a banana (around 4pm). And once summer school was over (5.30pm or so) I bought another small packet of prawn crackers and a bottle of Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I had to stand all the way during the MRT trip from Kallang to Clementi. My feet were &lt;u&gt;damn&lt;/u&gt; sore luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I need to prepare for some Holiday DJ interview thing. Yeah. SEEYA PEOPLE! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCHO LOVES,,&lt;br /&gt;Serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. CLASS PARTY WAS &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4196089346403408225?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4196089346403408225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4196089346403408225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4196089346403408225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4196089346403408225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-school-day-two.html' title='summer school day two'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-664870816824559851</id><published>2007-05-29T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:38:11.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>Summer School's not bad. Quite fun actually (:&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring though. Especially having to rush from school to kallang. AND brisk walking there to make sure I'm not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least CSTD doesn't give out Reflection Worksheets. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-664870816824559851?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/664870816824559851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=664870816824559851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/664870816824559851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/664870816824559851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-school_29.html' title='Summer School'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3640433932540001822</id><published>2007-05-28T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:00:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.58am</title><content type='html'>It's 9.58am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave the house in 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;A busy day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Dance in school, Summer School and then Class party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a lot in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I don't seem as excited about summer school than compared to a few weeks before. I wonder why, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I've been there 3 years in a row already.&lt;br /&gt;HabboSoup's going to have a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not going to say Hi to Runescape for a lonnnnggg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.59am already.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better leave the house soon.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'll going to have to look like an idiot chasing the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;Looking totally unglam (not that I cared anyway. But I'm wearing tights, which are visible because I'm wearing shorts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3640433932540001822?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3640433932540001822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3640433932540001822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3640433932540001822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3640433932540001822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/958am.html' title='9.58am'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5948612306919329214</id><published>2007-05-25T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:40:43.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runescape update!</title><content type='html'>WHOOSH. After 5 days of non-runescape playing I've gone back again! Played for like 3-4 hours already. Don't know what else to do haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised:&lt;br /&gt;1 Prayer level&lt;br /&gt;1 Attack level&lt;br /&gt;1 Hitpoints level&lt;br /&gt;1 Defence level&lt;br /&gt;1 Strength level&lt;br /&gt;2 Combat levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5948612306919329214?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5948612306919329214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5948612306919329214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5948612306919329214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5948612306919329214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/runescape-update.html' title='runescape update!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5428844672775709168</id><published>2007-05-25T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:09:03.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS ;D</title><content type='html'>I'm sure a &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; will find these &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; series of SMSes very familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HELLO MS LIM :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS THIS.ARE YOU STALKING ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YES I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH DEAR.YOU ARE STRANGE AND FREAKY.REVEAL YOURSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHY, BUT THAT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF STALKING RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA VERY TRUE.OH WELL.WHO IS THIS?WHAT CLASS ARE YOU FROM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY NOT!HAHA WHO IS THIS!STOP WASTING SMS! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I HAVE A 1000 FREE SMS STUDENT PLAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO DO I BUT STILL!!HAHA I BET YOU'RE FROM 2PE LA.ONE OF YOU SILLY JOKERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ARE YOU SURE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA EH SERIOUSLY.I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO SOME STRANGER.I'M GOING TO STOP REPLYING SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAHA OKAY GOODNIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA OK. I WILL FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE ONE DAY :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.MORNING STALKER :) HOW'S SCHOOL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its okay lah. END OF SCHOOL. HOOOOOLIDAAAAYYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha alright man!CELEBRATE.ok i have narrowed you down to someone in 2sy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hehe. Are you going to be online later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha what time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dont know. Blech i'm so bored now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha am i suposed to entertain you? :) why dont you just tell me who you are..would make conversation much easier..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ya you should entertain me. :D and as for who i am you will find out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha ok.i happen to be online now if you want to cure your boredom :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5428844672775709168?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5428844672775709168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5428844672775709168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5428844672775709168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5428844672775709168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/sms-d.html' title='SMS ;D'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6542219707710840095</id><published>2007-05-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:42:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-Lian Step-By-Step Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Presenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Step-by-Step guide into being a typical Ah-Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Serena Neo and Leong Yi Ting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. Suck in your mouth and point at your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Use the 1-10 fingers. This is just two and three only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is just to &lt;u&gt;emphasize&lt;/u&gt; on my previous point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Smooch! Seduce the guy who looks at your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;look up from the bottom by tilting your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Force&lt;/em&gt; your dimples to be seen and *coughcough*&lt;em&gt; act &lt;/em&gt;like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY&lt;/u&gt;, open those eyes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/ahlian1-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't think this guide is useful, or if you're just not cut out to be an ah-lian, don't worry. We have another solution for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/skipping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just don't act like one. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6542219707710840095?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6542219707710840095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6542219707710840095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6542219707710840095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6542219707710840095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-lian-step-by-step-guide.html' title='Ah-Lian Step-By-Step Guide'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/ahlianguide/th_ahlian2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-154511663316099381</id><published>2007-05-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:29:01.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sc open house</title><content type='html'>Open house today was quite okay. Did Hsienfa's in the morning and Jumping in the early afternoon. Then I went to do henna, and also watch Mr Tee get dunked. BUT, just as I got to the car on my way home, THE JELLY HEARTS LEAKED AND STAINED MY UNIFORM, THE SHOEBOX (thankgoodness the shoes were okay), THE JACKET AND THE PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already felt damn bad. But my parents decided it was their duty to make me feel even worse by adding stuff like 'People don't put their food together with their clothes what. Wait, people do, like the one sitting behind loh'. LIKE WTF? Do they think I wanted to do it? Do they think I wanted this to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the clothes don't get permenantly stained. If they do I'm gonna puke out the jellyhearts I ate and screw those people who didn't secure the container properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-154511663316099381?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/154511663316099381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=154511663316099381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/154511663316099381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/154511663316099381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/sc-open-house.html' title='sc open house'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6589299757782432703</id><published>2007-05-18T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:29:49.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Server change!</title><content type='html'>Whooohooo! I changed some settings to make Blogger happier and now I can access Runescape! Hahahaha. So I'm mining now. I got attacked by the golem once, and the king scorpion like, um. Lost count already. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 100 more coal ores to the next level! Ohman that would mean alot alot more coal ores to go for the next level, and then I can access the Mining Guild 'cause it's like HEAVEN in there. There are A TON of coal ore plus some mithril ore. Which makes me rich! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I already found a buyer. So I'm gonna earn like 40k coins by selling 300 of my coal ores. HOW COOL IS THAT (: Maybe I shall start training on my woodcutting soon. The levels are pathetic, really. And gonna train crafting too so that I can make myself an emerald necklace or something, haha. And speaking of crafting I really need to sell that 50+ unblessed holy symbols, LOL. I so need a higher prayer level to bless them. Sigh. I better start training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday I attempted to go to Lot 1 to buy the pants for jumping, but couldn't find it. The bus ride was damn fun! Siti, Cheryl, Jillian and I were talking about those childhood/primary school days. It's so funny and hilarious and silly once you think about it. And all the singlish-chinese language and vulgarities. And in an attempt to give an example I said 'Yah! Like&lt;em&gt; qibai&lt;/em&gt;!' And I said the 'qibai' part a little bit too loud. Wooooops. And then we started laughing like mad! Okay will continue this post later. Too busy playing HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6589299757782432703?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6589299757782432703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6589299757782432703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6589299757782432703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6589299757782432703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/server-change.html' title='Server change!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8873599055385736857</id><published>2007-05-16T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:49:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60th post.</title><content type='html'>Its the six post. And I shall begin by how jinxed I was during Science. I spilt like the limewater during an experiment and on the 3rd attempt (which came out successfully) the test tube which contained carbon carbonate (or something like that) and hydrochloric acid just slipped out of my hands and broke. And yeah, I had the mixture in my hands. It felt like it was &lt;u&gt;burning&lt;/u&gt;. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the shuttle bus today. Not wanting to be tempted by macs fries I took a taxi home (to save time as well). There was no queue at the taxi stand so I headed for one of the taxis. And the taxi driver pointed to another group who were at the &lt;strong&gt;PICK-UP&lt;/strong&gt; stand, and not the &lt;strong&gt;TAXI&lt;/strong&gt; stand. So techically, &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;should be the one who's first right? But nevermind, I just gave way. Then some idiot guy 'went' into the queue and just cut right in front of me, in front of my face. But I don't like to like ask people to get lost and say that I was first. So I let him take the next taxi. &lt;em&gt;Pfft.&lt;/em&gt; Up ahead, I saw two aunties who were&lt;strong&gt; wayyyyy&lt;/strong&gt; of the taxi stand took the next 2 taxis (which have yet to move into the taxi stand area). I was quite pissed by then, cause in this case, I technically 'missed' like &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; taxis. *slaps forehead* All because those typical Singaporeans &lt;u&gt;DON'T KNOW HOW TO QUEUE AT THE TAXI STAND. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, then what's a taxi stand for? Might as well banish it forever right? &lt;em&gt;Idiots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8873599055385736857?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8873599055385736857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8873599055385736857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8873599055385736857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8873599055385736857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/60th-post.html' title='60th post.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5048423704770741013</id><published>2007-05-12T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:47:07.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Open Amateur Photography Contest</title><content type='html'>HELLO. Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/letter.jpg"&gt;http://s161.photobucket.com/albums/t209/effloresce--/letter.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT INTO THE SEMI-FINALS OF THE &lt;u&gt;INTERNATIONAL OPEN AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHY CONTEST.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoooshalaka! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to publish my photo in this magazine, &lt;em&gt;Endless Journeys&lt;/em&gt; (which costs a &lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;, (&lt;strong&gt;$69.90&lt;/strong&gt;--thats the &lt;u&gt;discounted&lt;/u&gt; price--and probably in US$) otherwise I would have wanted to order it, hahaha.) Yup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. THIS ROCKS BABY. ;D I hope I win something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw those stupid Singapore Photo Contest. I submitted the same photo and I didn't even get a consolation prize, whatsoever -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo's in my DeviantArt under the title Yellow Flower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5048423704770741013?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5048423704770741013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5048423704770741013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5048423704770741013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5048423704770741013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/international-open-amateur-photography.html' title='International Open Amateur Photography Contest'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7378696488111047778</id><published>2007-05-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:12:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your hair wet?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your phone right by you?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you wearing lipgloss?&lt;/strong&gt; uh, noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you excited?&lt;/strong&gt; No. Dreading actually, stupid projects ahead and I just can't seem to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you watching tv?&lt;/strong&gt; Um, my sister's watching TV and Im hearing it. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you wearing pajamas?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't own any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently done anything you regret?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever lied?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever stuck gum under tables?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't even &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you cursed?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, stupid dimwits went to make life difficult for me. [long story]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you yelled at someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you gotten mad at someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind?&lt;/strong&gt; Idk, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many siblings do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to have children?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not too sure yet. But most likely yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish on stars?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/strong&gt; Can't be bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/strong&gt; No, they get moodswings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are your toenails painted?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah and it's ugly like &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; and I can't find those pastel solid-color-no-shiny-kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/strong&gt; My bed, &lt;u&gt;DUHH&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What size ring do you wear?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't wear rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 7PM yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt; Slacking at the com when I'm supposed to be doing my homework. Woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Tom on your friend list?&lt;/strong&gt; Who's Tom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER ALL OF THESE TRUTHFULLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last beverage.&lt;/strong&gt; Strawberry ice blended &lt;strong&gt;(5 hours ago)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last phone call.&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last text message.&lt;/strong&gt; Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last bubble bath.&lt;/strong&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried.&lt;/strong&gt; Um yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dated someone twice?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been cheated on?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost someone special?&lt;/strong&gt; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been depressed?&lt;/strong&gt; Almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been drunk and threw up?&lt;/strong&gt; Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done an all nighter?&lt;/strong&gt; Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried a lot?&lt;/strong&gt; Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen out of love?&lt;/strong&gt; Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed until you cried?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met someone who changed your life?&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out who your true friends were?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your crush like you back?&lt;/strong&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;YES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm doneeee! Ohman. I really don't want to count the number of projects I've been &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7378696488111047778?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7378696488111047778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7378696488111047778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7378696488111047778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7378696488111047778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-402601725677914530</id><published>2007-05-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:47:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good o'l bimbo asswipe.</title><content type='html'>RAWRRRR. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-402601725677914530?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/402601725677914530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=402601725677914530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/402601725677914530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/402601725677914530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-ol-bimbo-asswipe.html' title='good o&apos;l bimbo asswipe.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4918116531879619249</id><published>2007-05-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:27:31.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>OHMAN I CANT WAIT ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the schedule on the CSTD website and it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEVEL 5 (Sub-Elem, Grade 7-8)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People's Association H.Q., Kallang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300-1315: Registration&lt;br /&gt;1315-1445: Ballet + choreography&lt;br /&gt;1500-1600: National-Character Dance&lt;br /&gt;1615-1715: Modern Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really really hope we're doing jazz for performance this time. I've been doing um, national for like 2 years (and getting sick of it x]) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really scared. See right the deadline is on a Monday, and I sent my form on a Saturday (so that it would hopefully reach there on Monday). But i'm really scared my dad sent it in abit too late or something and then they receive it on Tuesday and I don't get the spot (because I checked the website that and found out there was no more space in Level 5). Ohno. I hope I get the mailed schedule tomorrow or tuesday, or i'm dead meat. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4918116531879619249?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4918116531879619249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4918116531879619249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4918116531879619249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4918116531879619249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-school.html' title='SUMMER SCHOOL.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2337492099020725698</id><published>2007-05-06T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:30:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I CUT MY HAIIIRRRRRRR ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2337492099020725698?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2337492099020725698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4549753424481561534</id><published>2007-05-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:03:47.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Today the dancers performed Spring in Evening by the Pond and yeah, I videoed it ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE GOES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJB6OmgnXEs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJB6OmgnXEs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8107243431037384086</id><published>2007-05-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:06:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogskin submitted</title><content type='html'>3rd post of the day. This goes to show how boring holidays can be. But I don't mind them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted another skin, Unintended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, inspiration from the song Unintended by who else, but MUSE :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/138924/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to view the skin.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're too lazy I guess here's the screenshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/blogskins_skin_images/138924/screenshots/138924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUCHO LOVES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8107243431037384086?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8107243431037384086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8107243431037384086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8107243431037384086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8107243431037384086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogskin-submitted.html' title='blogskin submitted'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6934290088038172906</id><published>2007-05-01T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:16:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falalalala.</title><content type='html'>It really sucks you know, the way people talk to you and make you feel idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;I made a new skin by the way (:&lt;br /&gt;Submitting it later on, after the 'day' ends. Like at 3pm+ or something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be going photohunting with friends but guess it got called off. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;My deviantart gallery is growing fungus already.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should add my cleancolor photos in it.&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6934290088038172906?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6934290088038172906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6934290088038172906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6934290088038172906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6934290088038172906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/falalalala.html' title='Falalalala.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6875979099485330593</id><published>2007-05-01T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:16:21.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>I just realised that from this week onwards, I have&lt;strong&gt; 7 dance classes&lt;/strong&gt; (in 5 days) in a &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt;. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6875979099485330593?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6875979099485330593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6875979099485330593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6875979099485330593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6875979099485330593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5027507052739332161</id><published>2007-04-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:48:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post</title><content type='html'>ugh. I want to paste a picture of her on my pillow and punch her till i sleep. But then again, my pillow's too precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5027507052739332161?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5027507052739332161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5027507052739332161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5027507052739332161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5027507052739332161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/50th-post.html' title='50th post'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3090690966623411151</id><published>2007-04-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:51:43.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Today I ran for 2.4km. yeah I wanted that C really really badly because my stupid sister keeps taunting me with that &lt;strong&gt;bronze &lt;/strong&gt;I had for the last three years &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt;. P4 i failed situps so it became N/A. God, its SO IRRITATING. Last year I got an &lt;strong&gt;E for 2.4.&lt;/strong&gt; HOW BOUT THAT! hahaha. Today I just jogged the whole thing and sprinted like the last 100m or something. Shona ran with me six rounds. Entertained me :P hahaha. And because i was panting really badly I took in deeper breaths for more oxygen, resulting in the really dry throat during Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A C! WHOOOOO! I'm so happyyyy :D My stamina &lt;strong&gt;improved&lt;/strong&gt; by like &lt;u&gt;2 1/4 minutes&lt;/u&gt; compared to last year. AND THATS REALLY REALLY GOOD LAH. But I think I could've gotten an A or B if I wasn't kicked out of SYF. all that running and dancing really builds the stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, there's &lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt; test on monday, SO I HAVE A STUDY-FREE WEEKEND! Monday tests spoil the weekend, really. And then Tuesday is &lt;u&gt;Labour day&lt;/u&gt; so we don't have to go to school. Aw come on, why cant they make it a 4-day weekend instead and celebrate the fact that we have like, &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; gold with honours or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for dance tomorrow morning. Hopefully ms deans would be taking over instead of xujie so that we can do the Jumping East of Java! I didn't want to go on Monday and guess what, ms deans taught them the dance! ): Gahhh. So yeah. And I counted, I would be dancing &lt;strong&gt;6 hours&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. I'D BETTER LOSE SOME POUNDS MAN. I just weighed myself. 49KG. &lt;strong&gt;49&lt;/strong&gt;! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! I'M GROWING FAT OKAY. You guys just can't see 'cause the skirt's hiding everything. my &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; bulky fatty ass and &lt;strong&gt;beeeeeeeeg&lt;/strong&gt; thighs which &lt;em&gt;jiggles&lt;/em&gt; when i do my frappes. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like going on a diet. &lt;em&gt;Not those crazy fad diets&lt;/em&gt;. I can never do those because I would just give in and grab a soda or something. So its &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; for macdonalds and fast food. &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;soft drinks, &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; water and milk. And I hate running! So i'm forcing myself to use the vacant condo facilities and go&lt;u&gt; swimming&lt;/u&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho loves! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Serena :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I wanna go watch tv now. SEEYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3090690966623411151?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3090690966623411151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3090690966623411151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3090690966623411151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3090690966623411151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-1690923189087824728</id><published>2007-04-26T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:59:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**GOLD WITH HONOURSSSSSSSSSSSSS.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;yeah i guess that probably explains what the ballet item got :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-1690923189087824728?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1690923189087824728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=1690923189087824728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1690923189087824728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1690923189087824728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-d.html' title='SYF :D'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8020702387291924890</id><published>2007-04-23T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:04:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corrupted</title><content type='html'>God, what's wrong with the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's turning into this psycho study-hard-or-die freaky thing and the Singaporean parents are always putting studies into the first. So much so that the children go dead. Dead as in lifeless. No life. No happiness. Study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, whats the point of living then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's stressing about studies. Why can't you focus on something else besides STUDYING. Life's more than that. Some of us just aren't the study-type. And that we have other interests. CCA isn't enough. I'm talking about like polytechnic and university courses, but that's kind of too late to nurture young talents right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big loadful of bullshit. Studies aren't everything. Okay, so we all need basic education. But not all of us want to be lawyers and doctors you know. It would be better if students focus on one main subject related to their later lives or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's this ex-SC teacher who went to further her studies in some overseas university and she had 12 hours of school a WEEK. And that was considered a lot because there's others who has only 5 hours per WEEK. God, 5 hours doesn't even fulfil our day's of school! Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the Singapore education system? Push, push, push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do they think they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8020702387291924890?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8020702387291924890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8020702387291924890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8020702387291924890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8020702387291924890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/corrupted.html' title='corrupted'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-540756979413781901</id><published>2007-04-23T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:50:46.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks.</title><content type='html'>today on the way home, i had to run out of the busy shelter under the rain to catch my bus, thus getting drenched. Shivered all the way home in the supercold aircon bus. Then I had to run to the shelter. And just as I did, this idiotic woman in front of me did the smartest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she SWUNG HER WET AND DRIPPING UMBRELLA BACK AND FORTH, AND GUESS WHERE THE WATER WENT TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if i'm not drenched enough or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at her on the way up the lift. And she looked at me and smiled as if NOTHING HAPPENED. God, i felt like boxing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-540756979413781901?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/540756979413781901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=540756979413781901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/540756979413781901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/540756979413781901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-sucks.html' title='this sucks.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3997775358125297895</id><published>2007-04-20T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:28:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aching all over</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I've been like aching all over the whole day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thighs, Stomach, Shoulders, Lower back, arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking up and down (especially down) the stairs is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;Even sitting down is a killer. Because everytime i have to lower my ass carefully on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to go for hsienfa's. He looked really retarded today. Because he was sick and HE ACTUALLY PUT ON A SURGICAL MASK. And guess what, Mrs Chan actually approved of it. ROFL. Yeah his actions make us laugh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a Legs and Hips Fatigue massage programme on the massage chair. Felt better already, BUT my whole body is still aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I can survive double ballet tomorrow :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3997775358125297895?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3997775358125297895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3997775358125297895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3997775358125297895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3997775358125297895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/aching-all-over.html' title='aching all over'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7297172327434922687</id><published>2007-04-19T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:53:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>napfa test</title><content type='html'>okay so napfa test today pretty much sucked, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my standing broad jump detoriated from 181 last year to like around 160 or something. GAHH i shouldn't have practiced before doing it, i was so tired by then ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i kept tripping when picking up and putting down for my shuttle run. and i missed A by like 0.4 seconds =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i missed A for inclined pull up by 4? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I missed A for situps (don't laugh) by like 2. i kept slamming my head down, ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least one good thing happened today. I got 56cm for my sit and reach :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm sleeping early tonight. I'm pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7297172327434922687?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7297172327434922687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7297172327434922687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7297172327434922687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7297172327434922687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/napfa-test_19.html' title='napfa test'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7790294561564618354</id><published>2007-04-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:50:06.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha you loser.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing you makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7790294561564618354?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7790294561564618354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7790294561564618354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7790294561564618354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7790294561564618354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaha-you-loser.html' title='hahaha you loser.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7715453434121616894</id><published>2007-04-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:25:36.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAY, it's bitching hour. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's not really bitching but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered what I said about the MSU '07 contestants? I went to the website and checked out the contestants. About like 12 contestants out of 18 are phony. 4 are okay. I think only 2 of them are actually pretty. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is Jessica Tan. At first I thought she was like no older than 22 or something. Like those young people who look mature? Yeah those kind. But turns out she's 24. HAHAHA. But still she's kind of pretty. She doesn't have those kind of common, ahlian singaporean look. I can't imagine her without make up, so I'm not sure if her features are REALLY nice. Yup. But I'm not so sure if she acts like a typical, ahlian/bimbo/bitchy/brainless/phony/actcute singaporean, so we'll wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the other prettier one was Joanne Lopez. I thought she was older than Jessica. Turns out she's 20. O_O I think it's pretty cool she rock climbs and plays netball. :D Yup. I think she just looks naturally sweet. But as i've said above, I can't point out how their features really look like without makeup. So yeah. :] I think Miss Singapore Universe should have contestants in a round WITHOUT makeup. See how pretty/ugly they really are. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to see these 2. :D Yup, except for one catch. They're short. I'm like taller than them! (one of them, actually. the other one's the same height as me). Too bad another (uglier) contestant took the height of like 1.78 or something. BLEHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm gonna drink coke or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to myself: Watch Amazing Race later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seeya peopleMUCHOOO LOVES! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7715453434121616894?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7715453434121616894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7715453434121616894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7715453434121616894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7715453434121616894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-its-bitching-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-551237239216395434</id><published>2007-04-16T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:58:45.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Singapore Universe Contestants</title><content type='html'>Oh, god. The Miss Singpaore Universe contestants are getting uglier and uglier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like these bunch of phonies trying to look pretty, but fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or the pretty ones are just plain brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck, some Singapore symbol. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine seeing this really ugly (even though brainy) ah-lian being Miss Singapore Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me a bucket on that day, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt; to laugh my ass off on the hopeless Miss Singapore Ahlian wanna-bes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-551237239216395434?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/551237239216395434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=551237239216395434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/551237239216395434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/551237239216395434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-singapore-universe-contestants.html' title='Miss Singapore Universe Contestants'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7105128771366381137</id><published>2007-04-16T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:28:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>She keeps harrassing me! BLEHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keeps begging me to tell her the answers for the heymath thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, I mean, I don't mind teaching you how to do it, but if you want me to tell the answers, NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fibbed that I had a TON of homework to do (including the fact that I owe teachers homework). Yeah. I guess you can't call it a lie, because its half true. (the other half isn't true, otherwise why would I be blogging about this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty annoying. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but, she's telling me to do something really over the top, and starts complaining that she failed maths! So what, I'm not exactly helping her pull her grades up by letting her get all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was kind of mean. But, blech. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7105128771366381137?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7105128771366381137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7105128771366381137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7105128771366381137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7105128771366381137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7044396179648004203</id><published>2007-04-15T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:35:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritants</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I'm really DOING my homework. I just HAVE to keep going. It's like, the writing keeps going on and everything just vomits out. Yeah and at this point of time my dad loves to annoy me and irritate me by asking me to iron my uniform and tidy my room and etc etc. Which is really pissing because well. I don't know. I mean when you're writing and once you're getting the hang of it and don't want to stop because it would be hard to continuel later on, then someone interrupts your thoughts, and just.. ugh. hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get a slight picture of what I'm trying to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it just happened just now and now I forgot what I want to write. UGHHH. Darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to homework time. Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7044396179648004203?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7044396179648004203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7044396179648004203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7044396179648004203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7044396179648004203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/irritants.html' title='Irritants'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5604488629326757747</id><published>2007-04-13T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:59:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>Okay I've created a new skin! I was inspired by my good ol' (more of young, considering the fact that it has only been worn once) colorful stripy socks! Yup, the stripes you're seeing now as the background are the stripes on my socks :DDD Cool eh? Imagine walking around with those spankin' funkaye socks ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I took about 2 hours just to get the coding right so don't you even THINK about stealing it. Heh xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get sick of it i'll probably put it up on blogskins or something. No offence, but I don't like having the same skin as someone else--it doesn't feel.. original. Like, yeah. It's like I prefer to have something that is like engraved Serena or something HAHA. (so ego and selfish i know.) I just want a skin different from the rest. You know what i mean? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE WON IN SPORTS DAYYYY YAY. Issy was FAB, she won like so many golds despite her injury. Nicole, Yao Ting and Audrey are also great too! :D And not to mention the DANCE GIRLS WHO GOT FIRST OH YAYYYYY ((: Yup, and I sometimes get jealous of them, LOL. Well maybe its because I'm such a klutz on the track. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOSH. What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're PE-licious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5604488629326757747?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5604488629326757747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5604488629326757747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5604488629326757747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5604488629326757747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-2808120064640413197</id><published>2007-04-08T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:34:09.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTD</title><content type='html'>Okay I forgot to tell you guys that I've posted up some skins recently (eh, 2 or 3 days ago to be exact). Yeah one is called &lt;strong&gt;I live by color&lt;/strong&gt; whereas the other one is called &lt;strong&gt;Where I wanted to go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT. I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS, BUT I GOT SOTD FOR &lt;em&gt;I LIVE BY COLOR&lt;/em&gt; OMGOMGOMG. i'm so happyyyyy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see. Search my username. It's effloresce} (with the } )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-2808120064640413197?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2808120064640413197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=2808120064640413197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2808120064640413197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/2808120064640413197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/sotd.html' title='SOTD'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-1305957865875237038</id><published>2007-04-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:35:14.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My converse shoes needs friends.</title><content type='html'>My converse shoes needed friends.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought 3 pairs of shoelaces todayyy! One is a thick pink one, which is currently on my shoes. The other two are the thinner one I intend to wear together--they're green and brown. &lt;em&gt;The only nice combo there.&lt;/em&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, yeah. Oh yeah and I think my piano teacher was really happy I passed that she got me a present. That was before she found out about my marks, HAHA. Yeah. anyway the photo frame is so prettyy! It has like music scores around the border, plus a violin, a saxophone, a drum and a trumpet on it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohman I have like so many photo frames now and I don't know what to do with them.&lt;/em&gt; &gt;&lt; I don't exactly have a habit of putting photos in them =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH I saw socks at a shop in Lot 1 too! They were stripey and colourfullll! One was blue with thick rainbow stripes, another was totally rainbow stripes, and i cant remember the last one. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;3 pairs for $5&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;So cheap&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I'm so gonna get them tomorrow &gt;;D Well okay maybe not tomorrow. But soon &gt;;D Oh and I'm also getting another pair of stripy colourful socks for $1.35 (incl postage) on eBay! :D Hope they're really pretty (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what's wrong with me, I'm so into &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-1305957865875237038?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1305957865875237038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=1305957865875237038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1305957865875237038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/1305957865875237038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-converse-shoes-needs-friends.html' title='My converse shoes needs friends.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-6242197992522934017</id><published>2007-04-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:04:24.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hear Grace Kelly on MTV Asia haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new tote bag! (&lt;em&gt;first one ever actually, HAHA&lt;/em&gt;.) Yeah its striped and from Lacoste. :DD Its my really really late birthday present--but as the saying goes, better late than never (: So I'm really really happy to get a tote bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I got new &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; converse sneakers ((: I'm gonna spice it up with superdupercolourful socks and shoelaces HEH HEH! &lt;strong&gt;WATCH OUT WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and rachall and I are planning to make earrings and stuff (: Once we're done we're probably gonna sell it for $$$. Yes we're very money-minded. $.$ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you better buy from us.. or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um or else&lt;/em&gt;.. you'll get a &lt;u&gt;spanking&lt;/u&gt; from us that's for sure (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-6242197992522934017?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6242197992522934017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=6242197992522934017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6242197992522934017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/6242197992522934017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hear-grace-kelly-on-mtv-asia-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-656846043234049498</id><published>2007-03-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:29:49.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'd ever step and live in Choa Chu Kang ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if we move back to Choa Chu Kang again then it would be really, really, really inconvenient for my sister who studies in TAMPINES. Yeah. And by the time she's done I'll probably be next in persuing my design course in the same school as well. And I don't think we can hold a house we don't live in for like, 5 years, excluding the 2 years living in West Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It's quite sad. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Melissa, Shona, Salome and I went for the meeting thingy with Mr Tee. And we just talked um casually except that it was kind of awkward? And after that the bird chose me twice and once on Shona. It was DAMN GROSS. because it was not WHITE and black, it was ORANGE-YELLOOOWWW. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to search the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the faeces is dependent upon thediet. For parrots, the normal colour of faeces varies from light brown to nearly black.The faeces should be tightly coiled. Magpies produce brown to black faeces as well,but not in a tubular form. Lorikeets often produce light brown coloured faeces in aliquid form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this isn't exactly helping me much. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that whatever fell down and hit my arm was just some not-so-mixed-well paint dripping from the 3rd storey or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-656846043234049498?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/656846043234049498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=656846043234049498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/656846043234049498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/656846043234049498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-7977617302633523900</id><published>2007-03-23T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:45:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About moving back..</title><content type='html'>The other day my parents were in the car talking about this fengshui guy--if he checks our older house (yeah, its a year and not sold yet) and thinks it has better fengshui, chances are we'll be moving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be nice to move back to Choa Chu Kang, where all the memories and friends are (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention that they'll be refurnishing the whole house, so it'll be pretty good. I hope I get a study area in my bedroom. Sadly I have to share a room with my sister again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking about moving the dining room into the balcony, which is HUGGEEE and add a shelter to it or something and aircon! HAHA. Imagine air-con in the balcony. That's.. scary. And then the bedroom which used to be for the dining room.. well i'm not sure about that. And they're probably gonna do something with the big empty space where the piano is. I hope they wont do anything because I can then have space to dance and practice. Maybe my dad's study room can move to the first floor, and my sister move into his study room, haha. But anyway fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really hope that we'd move back. I hope that fengshui master thinks the Choa Chu Kang house is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks I sat on the swing at the playground and thought of the 12 years I've spent in Choa Chu Kang. They were memorable. Nothing like these two years (even though they rocked as well). Its just that old memories can't be replaced. I then swing till I go very high. And then I jumped off, landing on the ground, with scabs on my knee. Then I got my bag and walked back to the bus stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-7977617302633523900?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7977617302633523900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=7977617302633523900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7977617302633523900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/7977617302633523900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-moving-back.html' title='About moving back..'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8725583563371975182</id><published>2007-03-20T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:36:38.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER SUCKS LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEW BLOGGER I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE 4 POSTS, ONE ABOUT THIS IRRITATING ARROGANT BITCH AND NOW ITS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE GONE GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid word verification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8725583563371975182?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8725583563371975182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8725583563371975182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8725583563371975182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8725583563371975182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogger-sucks-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-3856126962299582408</id><published>2007-03-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:17:42.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd update Friendster (and in about time, too). It's growing moss already! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found some you-know-whos on Friendster! I love friendster--once you find one person, you can find some 5 more people! Yeah. I found 5 of them, by the way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I updated my dA gallery too, to prevent mould from growing there as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-3856126962299582408?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3856126962299582408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=3856126962299582408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3856126962299582408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/3856126962299582408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-8135823091945900231</id><published>2007-03-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:25:33.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty</title><content type='html'>Oh cool, its actually my thirtieth post! Haha and I'm now at the com lab, and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do my homework and print it out but, yeah look at me the procrastinator! Blogging and bloghopping and surfing the net and basically everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; homework-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IN CASE YOU 2PE PEOPLE DONT KNOW, THERE'S A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLASS BLOG &lt;/span&gt;which you can find &lt;a href="http://pe-licious.blogspot.com/"&gt;HEREEEE&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess that's about it. I better be done soon, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAYYY The computers in school are so stupidddd. They block deviantART because its under the category Art/Culture/Heritage. Dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-8135823091945900231?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8135823091945900231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=8135823091945900231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8135823091945900231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/8135823091945900231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/number-thirty.html' title='Number Thirty'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-4907074056665631289</id><published>2007-03-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:01:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Contest</title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to tell you guys, about one or two weeks ago I submitted a photo for this Sony Nature Photography competition. I hope I win something. I wished I submitted another one too, because I had more confidence in the other one. But nevermind. I  just saw a friend's photo on dA and it was okay. It was awarded an honourable mention though. Hm. That makes me feel better, because the photo wasn't &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; outstanding (no offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be posted on the website from 15 March to 31 March so they better be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess that's about it. OH NO its back to ASSIGNMENTS D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-4907074056665631289?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4907074056665631289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=4907074056665631289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4907074056665631289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/4907074056665631289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/photography-contest.html' title='Photography Contest'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-5815781210500620109</id><published>2007-03-03T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:59:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM CAMP!</title><content type='html'>Okay just thought that it was about time I post about camp. Sadly I had no photos because I couldn't risk bringing my camera and get it stolen or get it wet or spoil it or drop it or.. yeah you get the point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, CAMP WAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing last-minute packing.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Checking on the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Going 'oh shit' when I found out the zip-lock bag was only 15cm by 10cm.&lt;br /&gt;Making a mess out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to dig out a bag as huge as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Checking the washing machine again.&lt;br /&gt;Messing up the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Checking the packing list.&lt;br /&gt;Digging out the drawers to find the mosquito sticker.&lt;br /&gt;Realises that there's only one mosquito sticker left from Sec 1 Malacca trip which no longer works.&lt;br /&gt;Putting the load of clothes into dryer.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing clothes into gym bag.&lt;br /&gt;Realising that there wasn't any sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;Getting cutlery and utensils.&lt;br /&gt;Packing shampoo and soap and conditioner and toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper happened to be half-roll in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to use the towel used for drying to replace the sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;Taking out jacket out of the plastic bag labelled 'tops'.&lt;br /&gt;Compressing the plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing all the plastic bags of clothes into the gym bag (which was incredibly tiny).&lt;br /&gt;Putting all the funny stuff into the day pack.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing slippers and school shoes into the gym bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DONE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super early.&lt;br /&gt;Showered.&lt;br /&gt;Checked bags.&lt;br /&gt;Lugged the bags down to the place outside the condo looking like a complete idiot in shorts (without a skirt).&lt;br /&gt;Got sort of stuck when boarding the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Slept the rest of the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so let me skip all the way to sarimbun camp HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird cause everyone was like eww the ground is damp and etc etc. even though the sun was still (sort of) shining. Yeah. I'M IN GROUP 9, DIOR ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy. And um we did challenge valley where we had to crawl through the tyres and slide down the slide (bad pun, I know) into the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt; pool! Surprisingly people said it was actually FUN and felt clean. Oh and the food were alright. I dumped the veggies to other people who happened to love them (: And I took their meat. Just in case you guys didnt know, I'm CARNIVORE. Exception to fruits which include cherries banananananas (yes I had plenty of them during camp) watermelons strawberries, yeah you get the picture. Oh and it was very very very &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; because it rained non-stop since 12 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the bathing part was kind of gross. There's like this public shower area where you can just wash your hair right. And when I walked into the toilet I had a shock--half the people there were in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and shorts/panties/whatever. Sports bras are okay. Cloth bras are really scary. And majority of the people there were SO FAT FAT FAT. D: Oh god. You dont need me to explain futher man. Yes I know this is a really sick topic I'm typing but.. well its not like I wanted them to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we slept in this building. Forgot what the name of it was. It was so SO cold. So instead of sleeping on a wet towel, I borrowed&lt;em&gt; mayann's&lt;/em&gt; (sorry &gt;&lt;) poncho as a blanket. FYI, Plastic conserves &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I had to wake up at &lt;strong&gt;2am&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning because I couldnt sleep because I had to pee really badly. But I still managed to. Hahaha. Then woke up.. okay that should be part of Day two already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;KAYAKING&lt;/span&gt;! It was SOSOSOSOSOSO fun I didn't want to get out of the water. I was planning to kayak to malaysia Heh heh. Jessica was my kayaking partner yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then um we went to the height elements where we had to walk across some logs or other higher stuff? I did the logs thing and um the one where there were 2 logs 3 tyres and 2 logs which kept swinging aboutttt! Super scary but yeah I had the thought that I wouldn't fall so easily so it was still okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after that we went for abseiling and zipline which ROCKED! (: I LOVE ZIPLINE! In case you didnt know, it's FLYING FOX and I think we were um, flying, about 50 metres in distance? Yeah at first when I jumped off I had the oh-my-god-I'm-falling kind of feeling, then followed by something which held me up. The wind blew into my face and WHOOOOOOSH It was done YAY! Abseiling was more scary because I had to lower myself by myself (unlike other places where the trainers hold you up) and I was afraid that I let go too much of the rope and fall to the ground and.. die? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES AND I ALMOST FORGOT! MR TEE ALSO WENT ZIPLINE! And when he jumped of he was like yelling WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IN THIS SUPER HOARSE VOICE which I personally thought didn't fit his face :P But yeah IT WAS SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh then we went rock climbing which I thought I wouldnt go no higher than 3 metres. Who knew I climbed all the way as high as I could (maybe 8 metres)? (No ego-ness intended, by the way.) Yeah and I think that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND &lt;b&gt;CAMPFIREEEE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the songs we sang for the campfire performanceeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Are the Champions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Champions, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll keep on fighting till the end.&lt;br /&gt;We are the Champions&lt;br /&gt;We are the Champions&lt;br /&gt;No time for loooosers&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we are the champions, of this world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexy Back (edited to become PE Back)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bring PE back, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Them other groups don't know how to act, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;There's something very special 'bout our act, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;So look at us and you'll shout and clap, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT TO THE BRIDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty babe,&lt;br /&gt;You see the mud on you you gotta bathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy you shampoo if you just behave.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that this camp makes us smell this way.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay for the third day we packed up and cleaned the whole place and stuff in the HOT SUN. The sun sure came out the wrong day, but yeah at least we were feeling the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;. Nice and warm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did dragon boating and I enjoyed the viking part the most where the boat went rocking left and right, up and down! Yeah we did it with legs inside and legs outside! Yep and we washed our shoes &gt;;D and got our ass wet on purpose HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to change and got back to school. I slept all the way because I was so SO tired. Hm and we had this slideshow of pictures during the camp and stuff and I left early because I had to go for this piano practice at Bukit Merah. Yup and that's about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TWENTY SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MOSQUITO BITES! Personal record set again. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-5815781210500620109?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5815781210500620109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=5815781210500620109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5815781210500620109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/5815781210500620109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-camp.html' title='BACK FROM CAMP!'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-117235962470909711</id><published>2007-02-25T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:27:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.08am in the morning.</title><content type='html'>It's 7.08am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;So frustrated over a matter I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;I already failed piano exam once.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to fail it again.&lt;br /&gt;So I booked the studio for practice 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;And I had to pay for it. $25 per session.&lt;br /&gt;And one of the days happen to be on the last day of adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;And adventure camp is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;And who knows when its ending on the last day?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even sure if the studio booking thing is refundable.&lt;br /&gt;I know $25 doesn't even mean anything to you rich people (no offense) plus the fact it wasn't even out of your pocket, but you can't refund a piano practice.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can't practice at home (Free of charge).&lt;br /&gt;The piano in the exam studio is DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be exhausted by the time I get to the exam studio.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that my exam is in two weeks, no joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm using so many ands because they're never ending.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm writing all this shit at a hell 7.08 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't understand what fucking situation I'm in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-117235962470909711?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/117235962470909711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=117235962470909711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117235962470909711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117235962470909711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/02/708am-in-morning.html' title='7.08am in the morning.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-117153359993699656</id><published>2007-02-15T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:57:28.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh GREAT.</title><content type='html'>Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer hangs once in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The blogger thing is weird.&lt;br /&gt;Habcentral is going all Times New Roman.&lt;br /&gt;DeviantArt is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't log in.&lt;br /&gt;I cant transfer my stuff to CDs to clear up disk space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-117153359993699656?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/117153359993699656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=117153359993699656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117153359993699656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117153359993699656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-fuck.html' title='oh GREAT.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-117137435659159629</id><published>2007-02-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:45:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Great.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've got kicked out of Hf's SYF (despite working so hard), I've been coming up with the shaky syndrome (definition: having shaky hands/fingers which affect a good shot), Serena's Second Slack Era is starting to form, I owe teachers homework due to a case of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;procrastination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which I can hardly control, my dad's giving me extra chores to do because he's having mood swings, OM eats up all my spare time (it sucks way worse than the most bitter bittergourd). Oh and not only that, she told the three of us that we couldn't join the Chinese item. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait to download photoshop. Wonder if it's going to take 2 weeks (if i'm lucky) to clear out all the junk onto cds to clear off enough disk space for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bought my CNY clothes already. 2 chinese-collar kinda tops, a brown Gap skirt, 2 Gap tops, Levi's jeans, a top from Levi's, a belt from Levi's, a pair of birkenstocks, and I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; thats about it. Can't wait to get (extra) hongbaos for CNY this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I don't sound very excited. Maybe it's because of the fact that its 9.43pm and I'm starting to get sleepy but I haven't even started on my homework. Plus I need to somehow remind myself about the travel declaration form which was due a few days ago (woops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I sleep very &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-117137435659159629?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/117137435659159629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=117137435659159629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117137435659159629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117137435659159629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-great.html' title='Just Great.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-117042008323082971</id><published>2007-02-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:41:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympus E-500</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTdQi4CVg7k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTdQi4CVg7k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ROFL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-117042008323082971?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/117042008323082971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=117042008323082971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117042008323082971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117042008323082971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/02/olympus-e-500.html' title='Olympus E-500'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856359.post-117015694545119456</id><published>2007-01-30T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:35:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>Okay since today has been a quite-good day I shan't post about the really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad part which happened this morning. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We got our Science test papers back today and I was really really worried because I thought I was going to fail (especially because I don't pay attention in class and stuff) but the moment I was handed the paper &lt;em&gt;I JUMPED ABOUT LIKE &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; I didn't know what the hell happened but I remembered jumping in circles, feeling &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT &lt;strong&gt;26/30&lt;/strong&gt;. AIN'T I JUST A GENIUS ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nadhira went, "Serena what the hell is wrong with you! You never pay attention in class, never hand in or do your work, and just sit there and fold your origami!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I took some pictures today. They're going to be edited &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;, I hope. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37856359-117015694545119456?l=butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/feeds/117015694545119456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37856359&amp;postID=117015694545119456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117015694545119456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37856359/posts/default/117015694545119456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterscotchflavouredfart.blogspot.com/2007/01/hm_30.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>spasticSERENA(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304090730071160261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
