<?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-3780888521684876724</id><updated>2011-08-03T04:53:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie C.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-302671141927198169</id><published>2010-04-06T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:43:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://onethousandsunsets.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-302671141927198169?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/302671141927198169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=302671141927198169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/302671141927198169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/302671141927198169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2010/04/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4645557035303467304</id><published>2010-01-02T03:01:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:46:44.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new yearrrr</title><content type='html'>okay. i know i've done this before.. but. yeah. new year, new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image Search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, do it with minimal words of explanation.&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you've finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you'll be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5HDjzqJwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OGheZ3KZ-mU/s1600-h/278302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5HDjzqJwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OGheZ3KZ-mU/s320/278302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421849127877748482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay so i totally cheated for this. i used Yahoo instead. what, Google kept giving me explicit stuff for 18!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you'll like to travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5H3M4hYpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6TwnY6FDiio/s1600-h/p237806-jeju_island-dolharubang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5H3M4hYpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6TwnY6FDiio/s320/p237806-jeju_island-dolharubang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850015077327506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheju island. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5IwhSCX8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/C01WNMdl6g4/s1600-h/Ep125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5IwhSCX8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/C01WNMdl6g4/s320/Ep125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850999805599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as last year's. my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5JCvQzm5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6SDdDY4fjF8/s1600-h/3663868759_18d35dedb8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5JCvQzm5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6SDdDY4fjF8/s320/3663868759_18d35dedb8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421851312796179346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5KN6EuZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d7Bnk5Z98Gw/s1600-h/adorable-puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5KN6EuZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d7Bnk5Z98Gw/s320/adorable-puppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421852604188485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still the same. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5K4cCVoUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YTtBnD4CSZM/s1600-h/Pastel-Conte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5K4cCVoUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YTtBnD4CSZM/s320/Pastel-Conte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421853334859784514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5LSmj1D8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/QH4O-S2xNik/s1600-h/collage-741653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5LSmj1D8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/QH4O-S2xNik/s320/collage-741653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421853784361209794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dressesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5LnCzGBQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fA8bGh7y8fE/s1600-h/super-junior1_20090303_seou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5LnCzGBQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fA8bGh7y8fE/s320/super-junior1_20090303_seou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421854135538812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favourite tv-show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5L85rfEhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XuJ2SlnllFA/s1600-h/gossip-girl-season-2-episode-18-s02e18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5L85rfEhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XuJ2SlnllFA/s320/gossip-girl-season-2-episode-18-s02e18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421854511048102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loyal viewer. yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5MT9BoudI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P8REpPlL2kU/s1600-h/Benjamin-name-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5MT9BoudI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P8REpPlL2kU/s320/Benjamin-name-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421854907083307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shameless of me. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The town in which you live in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5MuDVrh2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iwZnZRGsY-E/s1600-h/sate-kajang-haji-samuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5MuDVrh2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iwZnZRGsY-E/s320/sate-kajang-haji-samuri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421855355454588770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, satays again. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your screen/nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5Nrd7D0xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BGWTIjpzpeI/s1600-h/emms-logo-small-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5Nrd7D0xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BGWTIjpzpeI/s320/emms-logo-small-2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421856410562712338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your dream job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5OsEgyi_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/uf5otW_B_-o/s1600-h/Aminat-Fo-Stockbrokers-on-Wall-Street-americas-next-top-model-4997588-500-342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5OsEgyi_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/uf5otW_B_-o/s320/Aminat-Fo-Stockbrokers-on-Wall-Street-americas-next-top-model-4997588-500-342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421857520433138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working in some business district and just practically live in the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5PSS2IyGI/AAAAAAAAALI/sMRqZYvnOU8/s1600-h/1283479390859375005moreminutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5PSS2IyGI/AAAAAAAAALI/sMRqZYvnOU8/s320/1283479390859375005moreminutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421858177115801698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your worst fear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5PxUiLsrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mgnhs6TGwDc/s1600-h/DrupalNeedsYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5PxUiLsrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mgnhs6TGwDc/s320/DrupalNeedsYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421858710144922290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no he doesn't, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The one thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5QYtOn0TI/AAAAAAAAALY/PCB0inqS8D0/s1600-h/disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5QYtOn0TI/AAAAAAAAALY/PCB0inqS8D0/s320/disneyland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421859386788663602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna go to disneyland again.. pleaseeee..? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The first thing you'll buy if you get $1,000,000:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5RBBD0UwI/AAAAAAAAALg/KtIEU1tRifU/s1600-h/CHOCOLATES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5RBBD0UwI/AAAAAAAAALg/KtIEU1tRifU/s320/CHOCOLATES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421860079306822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just because i feel hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4645557035303467304?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4645557035303467304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4645557035303467304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4645557035303467304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4645557035303467304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yearrrr.html' title='new yearrrr'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sz5HDjzqJwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OGheZ3KZ-mU/s72-c/278302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-3708465409151116269</id><published>2009-12-31T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:50:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the last day of 2009. :)&lt;br /&gt;seriously, 2009 sucked so much for me. but i met someone who totally brought down the suckyness level. ifyougetwhatimean. :D&lt;br /&gt;let's have a recap of my 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IGCSE&lt;br /&gt;2. a whole lotta stress in the beginning of the year&lt;br /&gt;3. someone friggin broke my heart just a day before my exams.&lt;br /&gt;4. but whatever. i scored. (in your face, bitch)&lt;br /&gt;5. awards&lt;br /&gt;6. the nostalgic feeling when the year 11s have to finally separate&lt;br /&gt;7. high school's over&lt;br /&gt;8. work&lt;br /&gt;9. i'm never ever ever gonna be an accountant&lt;br /&gt;11. but here's the best part. i met him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. 2009 sucked at first. but from october onwards, it was just pure bliss. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-3708465409151116269?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3708465409151116269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=3708465409151116269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3708465409151116269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3708465409151116269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-last-day-of-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-2666691950392085170</id><published>2009-09-25T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:34:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, you're history.</title><content type='html'>came back from redang yesterday and I'M TANNED LIKE MAD. omgomgomg it's gonna take centuries to get fairer. I SHALL STAY INDOORS FOR A FEW YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snorkelling was fun. too bad i couldn't take any photos. the big fishes scared me at first. and there was a school of fishes. the kind you would usually buy at the pasar and steam it for dinner. the kind which is triangular. the kind with big scary eyes. they scare me. guilty conscience maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was okay, except for the accommodation. okay i sound like a princess now and i feel bad for complaining. but it really was bad. worse than the one in tioman ._. the bathroom didn't have proper tiling. it was plastic. yes. and the toilet leaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first step into the room and i felt a gush of uneasiness. maybe i was thinking too much, thanks to the ghost movie i watched the previous night. -_- i have more to complain about but i won't do it here. so the first night, i woke up at 4am. i don't know why, maybe it was because of my grandma's variety of snores. but i woke up, feeling scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, went snorkelling, played at the beach, yada yada yada. and to my own surprise, for the first time, i sang in public! outside of school, that is. :D omg damn proud of myself. *hugs self* then there was this guy from china who has the SEXIEST voice ever. after kyuhyun i mean. he sang jay chou's ju hua tai and OMGGG. *swoon* he sang like a singer. better than jay chou himself. and on top of it all, HE'S CUTE. ahh.. if only he knew how to speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that talked on phone for the longest time. one and a half hours. die lah. digi sent me an sms telling me that i'm 80% on my way to getting my line barred. :D yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures. all in facebook. oh some narcissistic ones are with me. which i won't upload. ever. they're for my eyes only. blehhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout this trip, i realised a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;1. you don't really care, no matter how many times you say you do.&lt;br /&gt;2. everyone needs someone.&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate brown.&lt;br /&gt;4. i fell in love with a boy. his name is jie han.&lt;br /&gt;5. colourless, dead corals somehow freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;6. some people whom i've never given a second thought of, actually care for me.&lt;br /&gt;7. some people whom i thought would care, don't.&lt;br /&gt;8. my mum is afraid of swimming and would scratch the hell out of you if you tried to let go of her in the pool/sea/the likes.&lt;br /&gt;9. i should just give up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's jie han?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SrziWVZeVtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1IvmvF-oEc/s1600-h/P1010851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SrziWVZeVtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1IvmvF-oEc/s320/P1010851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385428127757260498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's him. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-2666691950392085170?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2666691950392085170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=2666691950392085170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/2666691950392085170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/2666691950392085170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-youre-history.html' title='baby, you&apos;re history.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SrziWVZeVtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C1IvmvF-oEc/s72-c/P1010851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-6211686584341460302</id><published>2009-09-17T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:18:14.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life these days, not very exciting i must say. everyday work work work. :( but some interesting things happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i started talking to my primary friends from sri garden :D like.. benny teh. the one who got bullied by andrew lee in standard 2. just like i did. :( andrew was the devil, really. didn't know i could experience a preview of hell at the age of 8. oh, and jonathan too. i can say that he was the one i hated most throughout my life in sri garden. xD but we're friends now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. they (being benny and jonathan) introduced me to iSketch! it's damn fun and funny :D especially when benny and i cheated, leaving jon to survive on his on ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. http://unlessyouareinvitedhehe.blogspot.com this person is a damn good writer. :D but apparently only her trusted friends can go to her blog. and i so happen to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. redang... don't know if i'm excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. going to singapore AGAIN on the 8th of october. probably gonna spend a night there. AND GET MY NEVERFULL BAG &lt;3 hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i think it's easier to write in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MALCOLM, are we going out on friday next week? HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i wonder how it feels like to act as a fake girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. also wonder if you still have feelings as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. when are the year 11s going out again? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-6211686584341460302?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6211686584341460302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=6211686584341460302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/6211686584341460302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/6211686584341460302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-these-days-not-very-exciting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-6115480513588285470</id><published>2009-09-05T11:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:13:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful mistake.</title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;who hated herself because she was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except her loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world, I will marry you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone donated a pair of eyes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bandages came off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was able to see everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including her boyfriend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you marry me?' The girl looked at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sight of his closed eyelids shocked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of looking at them the rest of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's unfair just like that. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-6115480513588285470?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6115480513588285470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=6115480513588285470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/6115480513588285470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/6115480513588285470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-mistake.html' title='a beautiful mistake.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4972118400377392825</id><published>2009-09-03T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:39:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a very cliche phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were to live until the age of 100, i hope i'll die at the age of 99 years and 364 days. so that i won't have to live a day without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i personally think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were to live until the age of 100, i hope you'll die at the age of 99 years and 364 days. so you won't have to feel the pain of losing the one you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4972118400377392825?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-3302828996634605550</id><published>2009-08-30T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:22:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like i'm lost in a sea of clouds.</title><content type='html'>everything's a blur now. i have no definite answers for most of the questions people ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just give up, sit in a corner, and stone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-3302828996634605550?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3302828996634605550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=3302828996634605550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3302828996634605550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3302828996634605550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-im-lost-in-sea-of-clouds.html' title='like i&apos;m lost in a sea of clouds.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-7995966704376393432</id><published>2009-08-20T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:41:52.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to singapore tomorrow. i'm not excited. at all. instead i'm gonna miss. :( LONG BUS RIDES. and not knowing what to do. lucky i'll have someone to accompany me. i hope. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda and i talked on msn today.. about how we want more hair. hahaha then she started to google it and she went all scientific on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (4:55:00 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;so cool. wan min. you should use your amazingly sciencey brain to create some formula to increase hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (4:55:17 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;and i shall use my amazing amateurish journalist brain to advertise and sell it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (4:55:29 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;we'd be sooo rich. then we can afford those sports cars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (4:55:36 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (4:56:16 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;no really i want more hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (4:56:29 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;if i manage to find out what she did to her hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (4:56:37 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;i'll tell u and we'll get ours done like that one day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (4:56:37 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;ohhh lemme google it now :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;(yada yada yada)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:01:34 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;GRRRR the website keeps talking about what causes it, but doesn't say how to increase hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:01:56 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;okay so it can be caused if we dye our hair, perm it, blow dry it all the time (EEEKS thats what i do after every shower)..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:02:06 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;and if we tie or braid it too tightly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (5:02:16 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;omg i blow dry it all the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (5:02:16 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:02:41 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;i know me too. I NEED to. if not my hair goes all retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:02:48 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;get this: Hormone problems. If your thyroid gland isn't working right, it can also cause hair loss. (The thyroid gland sits in the front of the lower neck and makes important hormones that keep the body healthy.) Severe problems with nutrition also can result in unhealthy hair that falls out or breaks easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:03:16 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;omg we need to google how to increase the amount of keratin in our body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:03:38 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;our hair is made up of keratin. like our fingernails!! OMG! This is so cool. we're having our own research science class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (5:03:51 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (5:03:58 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;AMANDA I JUST WANNA HAVE MORE HAIR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;melly says: (5:04:00 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(234, 0, 157); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;spare me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:04:01 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;EWWWWW hair loss is also caused by ringworms!!! WTF!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:04:10 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;HAHAHHA i'm getting there woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:04:51 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;OHHH!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:04:54 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I GOT TO THAT PART!!! :D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:04:58 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;we need more iron!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:05:03 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;such as red meat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;(yada yada yada)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:06:28 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Additionally, a diet rich in omega-3 fatty acids, vitamin B12, and biotin may play a role in the condition of your hair. Although these nutrients won't put hair back on your head, they may help preserve the shine, strength, and integrity of your hair. Cold-water fish, such as salmon and herring, are good sources of these nutrients. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:07:13 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;ah i found an article about hair volume! maybe its the one you wanted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: LucidaGrande; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Amanda says: (5:07:49 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;GRR its some lame article about using hair volumizer thingamajigy. that mousse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;AMANDA YOU'RE SO CUTEEEE. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Geneva; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 36px; margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;i seriously need more hair. HAIR ON THE HEAD. not anywhere else please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i should keep this to myself, hide what i'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7995966704376393432?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7995966704376393432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7995966704376393432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7995966704376393432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7995966704376393432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-to-singapore-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-1333745466783986081</id><published>2009-08-17T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:10:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M STILL AWAKE. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to malacca today. cuz there was this company trip thing. so yeah. went with parents and their employees. to A'Famosa. it's cool if you're the kind who gets tanned but whitens easily. it's NOT cool if you're like me. you get black and it takes a century to have a lighter skin tone. so i stoned there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car rides are boring also. my brother and his friend did nothing else but eat and sleep. i mean, what can you do in a car right? so yeah. the journey from KL to malacca was damn boring. because someone who was supposed to accompany me through texts, was still sleeping like a pig. D:&lt;br /&gt;journey back was okay because i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. this post is getting boring. i'm sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-1333745466783986081?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1333745466783986081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=1333745466783986081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1333745466783986081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1333745466783986081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-8745729301716506381</id><published>2009-08-12T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:14:35.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats! on your wedding.</title><content type='html'>celebrated my results and birthday with my family, my other family, and my relatives. :) went to Gu Yue Tien at Chulan Square. dinner was FAB. and being their usual selves, they came in and congratulated me. "Congrats ah! wah, wan min big girl already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, where's the bridegroom?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;yeah. used to it already. cold jokes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as i'm typing this, i'm looking up ahead, at one of the employees, not working but looking at random pictures of corals (i think) and using msn. omg man the corals are damn ugly but cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we didn't inform them about the dinner earlier, no one came with presents. :( BUT CASH. :D woo. for once in my life, i have too much money to spend. FOR ONCE. this person here, she who has zero savings, gave money to her brother. because all of a sudden i'm richer than someone who saves money. HEEHEE. my bro was looking at me with jealousy in his eyes. okay, so i felt bad. and gave him money. but GUESS WHAT? he blogged and said i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; gave him 100 bucks. i shall emphasize again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; rm 100. eh brother, rm100 is better than nothing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. pictures up laterrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i'm going to sg next week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8745729301716506381?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8745729301716506381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8745729301716506381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8745729301716506381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8745729301716506381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/congrats-on-your-wedding.html' title='congrats! on your wedding.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-8193422856040490367</id><published>2009-08-11T08:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:40:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what more can i ask for? ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;. finally got my results yesterday. my results are the same as fazlin's. so, good  job to us both! :D but it sucks that our I.T results are still pending. gosh. it's like taking them forever ._. oh well. i hope the results will turn out good when the real certificates are out. sooo. overall we did okay, i guess. ashley, i'm sorry you got such a grade for english. :| but i'll do whatever i can to get you through this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to divert her attention from that problem (or perhaps to have an unplanned birthday dinner), we went to one utama. most of us were from aqua and aer. and three from terra. it was just a simple dinner and stuff. but it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;. :) nothing will ever feel as great as being with your high school friends. reminiscing about all that we shared, brought laughter and a tinge of sadness. because we just don't see each other as often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first we wanted to have dinner at chillis. so we waited for them to set up, cuz there were like 13 of us, and we didn't want to be separated. :P and i swear, it took them forever. in the end? we were separated and the waitress put words in boom's mouth. HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service sucks? no problem. change restaurant loh. so we went to TGIF. IT WAS SO EMBARASSING. GOSH. i was wearing a mini skirt. and they made me stand on a chair, hold a chilli sauce bottle as my mic, and give a speech. DUDE. i suck at giving speeches. impromptu ones especially. halfway through the struggle, the waiter came and told me to hold my mic up higher, because they might not hear me. i was like, HUH? does this thing really work? and he said, yes it does. -_- then my people sang the loudest birthday song i've ever heard. :)  overall, it was great. when was the last time i spent my birthday with a bunch of friends? when i was 11. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left, ashley asked ben to give me a birthday hug. does it even exist? i guess she made that up. :x AND AMANDA IS SO GONNA KILL ME NOW. thanks to ashley la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt; sister, it's okay to fall. the most important thing is to know how to get back up and start walking again. it's also okay if you can't get up yourself. your friends and family will be there. there are plenty of choices out there. if this one doesn't work out, we can go for another. we're opened to options. :) because falling and getting back up, are learning experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note to self and note to you: it's okay to fall. just don't fall for the same reason again. we shall learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;oh right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;may i grow taller and become smarter and wiser, have double eye-lids, LOSE SOME WEIGHT, and be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me : eh, are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;ash : no!&lt;br /&gt;joshua : *stares at ash's eyes to see if they're teary*&lt;br /&gt;ash : see la! now he's looking at me with a weird look. eh, you also look like you're crying.&lt;br /&gt;joshua : *tries to stare at my eyes too* i can't see her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;me : HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;boom : *said something about being SEPET*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8193422856040490367?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8193422856040490367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8193422856040490367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8193422856040490367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8193422856040490367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-more-can-i-ask-for.html' title='what more can i ask for? ♥'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-974463726679457849</id><published>2009-08-07T16:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:46:13.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomzx.</title><content type='html'>many many many things happened/are going to happen. both fortunate and unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GOT MY PAY :D&lt;br /&gt;- met marcus :)&lt;br /&gt;- BIRTHDAY! What, you forgot? It's okay. You're reminded now. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone who I know but don't, passed away.&lt;br /&gt;- someone I (sortof) know, got kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;- am getting results next week.&lt;br /&gt;- going to Singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics from Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj2-nru7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/itdlTnlnxOM/s1600-h/6611_1184602259892_1373312145_547530_6838574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj2-nru7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/itdlTnlnxOM/s320/6611_1184602259892_1373312145_547530_6838574_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133914603961266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj3yPjSHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9FoR_LgZDTA/s1600-h/6611_1184598339794_1373312145_547439_4719714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj3yPjSHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9FoR_LgZDTA/s320/6611_1184598339794_1373312145_547439_4719714_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133928461387890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retards. they said so themselves. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj4FdGklI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6CDSaHEma90/s1600-h/6611_1184598259792_1373312145_547437_6647204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj4FdGklI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6CDSaHEma90/s320/6611_1184598259792_1373312145_547437_6647204_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133933618500178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our room was THAT small. bloody uncomfortable. see how my nephew is stepping on the bed? he did that to every single one. oh, did i mention he had sand all on his feet? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SnvkyQK2GcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aEOj8Ojl2OQ/s1600-h/6611_1184596419746_1373312145_547395_4624197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SnvkyQK2GcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aEOj8Ojl2OQ/s320/6611_1184596419746_1373312145_547395_4624197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367134932927125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still adorable, nonetheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SnvkyoJ3xTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oVxZ1Ps0rZo/s1600-h/6611_1182957218767_1373312145_542984_5933849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SnvkyoJ3xTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oVxZ1Ps0rZo/s320/6611_1182957218767_1373312145_542984_5933849_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367134939365492018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mother/my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;many can make you smile, many can make you cry. but it takes a special someone to make you smile with a tear in your eye. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-974463726679457849?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/974463726679457849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=974463726679457849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/974463726679457849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/974463726679457849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-many-many-things-happenedare-going.html' title='randomzx.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Snvj2-nru7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/itdlTnlnxOM/s72-c/6611_1184602259892_1373312145_547530_6838574_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-4915976522196042838</id><published>2009-07-08T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:53:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, MJ.</title><content type='html'>Watched MJ's memorial last night until 4 a.m. It was sad and all. Many people cried. But the most heartbreaking and touching moment came at the end. It was when Paris Jackson delivered her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Paris: I.. I just wanted to say, ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best.. father you can ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him, so much.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While saying these few simple words, she struggled to not burst into tears. It's a pity, really. That when MJ was still alive, many of us still accused him of being a child molester. Only until he was dead did they finally make it clear to the world that MJ was innocent afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fucker and his parents who accused MJ just for his money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job. Only coming out with the truth after he died. You think he knows that his name has cleared is it? You think he can hear you inside the coffin? Before he died, he would've probably thought: Shit lah. I won't even die happy. There are still many who thinks that I'm a child molester!&lt;br /&gt;So, why should you tell the truth earlier? Or perhaps, don't even think of accusing the poor man in the first place? So that he can die in peace. The worst thing to happen is when you die feeling discontented. Like there are still many things you have to settle and deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, fuck all people who cares about money. And money only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4915976522196042838?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4915976522196042838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4915976522196042838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4915976522196042838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4915976522196042838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-mjs-memorial-last-night-until-4.html' title='RIP, MJ.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-5392527118756113326</id><published>2009-07-06T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:53:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suju suju suju. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0E_wLB7ckV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0E_wLB7ckV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe 1:56-1:57.&lt;br /&gt;EunHyuk and DongHae are sooooo adorable! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-5392527118756113326?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5392527118756113326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=5392527118756113326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5392527118756113326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5392527118756113326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/observe-205-206.html' title='suju suju suju. ♥'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-7503003378556385801</id><published>2009-07-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:09:08.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sk47ICpvt7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m-x3X6HmJYQ/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sk47ICpvt7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m-x3X6HmJYQ/s320/DSC01432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282016327055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&lt;br /&gt;SiWon is love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7503003378556385801?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7503003378556385801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7503003378556385801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7503003378556385801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7503003378556385801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/melts-siwon-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sk47ICpvt7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m-x3X6HmJYQ/s72-c/DSC01432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-8282113945414330769</id><published>2009-07-03T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:50:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so in love with Super Junior!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because I have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos and lyrics up ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Though the part where the girl pulls up her skirt to reveal her garter may be misleading, don't worry. It's not porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Naega naega naega meonjeo&lt;br /&gt;Nege nege nege ppajyeo&lt;br /&gt;Ppajyeo ppajyeo beoryeo baby&lt;br /&gt;Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty&lt;br /&gt;Nuni busyeo busyeo busyeo&lt;br /&gt;Sumi makhyeo makhyeo makhyeo&lt;br /&gt;Naega michyeo michyeo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baraboneun nunbit soge&lt;br /&gt;Nunbit soge naneun machi&lt;br /&gt;Naneun machi mwoe hollin nom&lt;br /&gt;Ijen beoseonajido motae&lt;br /&gt;Georeooneun neoui moseup&lt;br /&gt;Neoui moseup neoneun machi&lt;br /&gt;Nae simjangeul barpgo wannabwa&lt;br /&gt;Ijen beoseonajido motae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eodil gana dangdanghage&lt;br /&gt;Utneun neoneun maeryeokjeok&lt;br /&gt;Chakhan yeoja ilsaegiran&lt;br /&gt;Saenggakdeureun bopyeonjeok&lt;br /&gt;Dodohage geochim eopge&lt;br /&gt;Jeongmal neoneun hwansangjeok&lt;br /&gt;Dorikil su eobseulmankeum&lt;br /&gt;Nege ppajyeo beoryeosseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Naega naega naega meonjeo&lt;br /&gt;Nege nege nege ppajyeo&lt;br /&gt;Ppajyeo ppajyeo beoryeo baby&lt;br /&gt;Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty&lt;br /&gt;Nuni busyeo busyeo busyeo&lt;br /&gt;Sumi makhyeo makhyeo makhyeo&lt;br /&gt;Naega michyeo michyeo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttaranttan&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta&lt;br /&gt;Nege banhaebeoryeosseo baby&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttaranttan&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttarappappara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl gir gir gir gir gir girl I&lt;br /&gt;Nunmantteumyeon ni saenggak Hey girl&lt;br /&gt;Janakkaena sasil neo hana bakke anboyeo&lt;br /&gt;Malhaebwa ni mame naega&lt;br /&gt;Malhaebwa jari jabanneunji&lt;br /&gt;Malhaejwo naege malhaejwo&lt;br /&gt;Naneun babo babo babo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubyeon saramdeureun malhae&lt;br /&gt;Naega neomu jeokgeukjeok&lt;br /&gt;I sesange geureon saram&lt;br /&gt;Eodi handurinyago&lt;br /&gt;Geugeol molla geunyeol molla&lt;br /&gt;Sigihamyeo haneun mal&lt;br /&gt;Naega bureopdamyeon geugeon&lt;br /&gt;Geudaedeuri jineun geo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Naega naega naega meonjeo&lt;br /&gt;Nege nege nege ppajyeo&lt;br /&gt;Ppajyeo ppajyeo beoryeo baby&lt;br /&gt;Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty&lt;br /&gt;Nuni busyeo busyeo busyeo&lt;br /&gt;Sumi makhyeo makhyeo makhyeo&lt;br /&gt;Naega michyeo michyeo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttaranttan&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta&lt;br /&gt;Nege banhaebeoryeosseo baby&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttararara&lt;br /&gt;Ttanttan ttanttada tta ttarappappara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance dance dance dance&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance dance dance dance&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance dance dance dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ije geuman naege wajullae&lt;br /&gt;Jeongmal michil geotman gata yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nan neoman saranghago sipeo&lt;br /&gt;Jeoldae dasi hannun pal saenggak eobseo hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeiniragiboda chingugateun&lt;br /&gt;Naega doego sipeo&lt;br /&gt;Neoui modeun gomin seulpeum&lt;br /&gt;Hamkke ganjikhagopa&lt;br /&gt;Dasi eobseul mankeum mankeum&lt;br /&gt;Neoreul neomu saranghae&lt;br /&gt;Naega baran saram niga baro geu&lt;br /&gt;That that that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Naega naega naega meonjeo&lt;br /&gt;Nege nege nege ppajyeo&lt;br /&gt;Ppajyeo ppajyeo beoryeo baby&lt;br /&gt;Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty&lt;br /&gt;Nuni busyeo busyeo busyeo&lt;br /&gt;Sumi makhyeo makhyeo makhyeo&lt;br /&gt;Naega michyeo michyeo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neorago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Neorago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Nan nobunirago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Neorago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dareunsaram pilyo obseo nan keunyang neorago&lt;br /&gt;Dashi hanbon mullo bwado nan keunyang neorago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi noneun dareun saranghaet kkaetjiman&lt;br /&gt;Nohl chilsuga obseo dashi dolikilsu obseo oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nae nunbit chi deulkowo keu sungane&lt;br /&gt;Gaseum kipi moseul bakdon sungane&lt;br /&gt;Miryeon obshi baro nohreul sontaekhaeseo&lt;br /&gt;Keurae nan neorago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona, keu nuga nuga mworaedo naneun sangwan obdago&lt;br /&gt;Keu nuga nuga yokhaedo nomanbarabun dago&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nandedo ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona, nol sarang handa malhaedo chonbumanbon malhaedo&lt;br /&gt;Nae gaseumsok dabultadago mareun ibsol dwedorok&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nande do ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;Ona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you oh oh only for you (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amumaldo pilyo obseo nan keunyang neorago&lt;br /&gt;Nomu neujordago haedo nan keunyang neorago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jal motdwin sarang ingol algo itjiman&lt;br /&gt;Pogi halsu obseo joldae nohchilsu neun obseo ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chadichan nae ibsul reul dor bureur ne&lt;br /&gt;Ddeukor ubke nohreur chaja wichi ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulobwado daedab obneun noijiman&lt;br /&gt;Nol kidarindago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona, keu nuga nuga mworaedo naneun sangwan obdago&lt;br /&gt;Keu nuga nuga yokhaedo nomanbarabun dago&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nandedo ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona, nol sarang handa malhaedo chonbumanbon malhaedo&lt;br /&gt;Nae gaseumsok dabultadago mareun ibsol dwedorok&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nande do ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;Ona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Nan neorago neorago naneun (wae moreuni wae moreuni)&lt;br /&gt;Nan neorago neorago naneun na~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keu nuga nuga mworaedo naneun sangwan obdago&lt;br /&gt;Keu nuga nuga yokhaedo nomanbarabun dago&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nandedo ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona, nol sarang handa malhaedo chonbumanbon malhaedo&lt;br /&gt;Nae gaseumsok dabultadago mareun ibsol dwedorok&lt;br /&gt;Na dashi taeor nande do ojik nobbunirago&lt;br /&gt;Jakku jakku shigani heullodo&lt;br /&gt;Ona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neorago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Neorago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Nan nobunirago (Neorago)&lt;br /&gt;Neorago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoJYniVND6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoJYniVND6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although SiWon's voice cracked.. it's still good. :D LOVE THE REMIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly (and most importantly),&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present my favourite member! Kyu Hyunnnnnn. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SkziJyOxIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kjDALn7AVMc/s320/kyuhyun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353902714767089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해, 조규현. ♥!&lt;br /&gt;Love his voice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Hae is cool too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Skzj1ietxzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1tpfGwdGERM/s1600-h/2124632444_da90eccc22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Skzj1ietxzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1tpfGwdGERM/s320/2124632444_da90eccc22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353904565964883762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Kyu Hyun! I shall be your loyal fan foreverrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8282113945414330769?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8282113945414330769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8282113945414330769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8282113945414330769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8282113945414330769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-in-love-with-super-junior-because.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SkziJyOxIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kjDALn7AVMc/s72-c/kyuhyun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-4913988505665064735</id><published>2009-06-30T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:54:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*(</title><content type='html'>Oh, joy. What do we have here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I screwed up a relationship between my friend and I.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to go to school to see the principal tomorrow. Regarding the IGCSE Info. Tech paper. God knows what they've done to it.&lt;br /&gt;3. One my brother's friends has gotten the H1N1 virus. Which means my brother has a chance of getting it. Which means I have a chance of getting it as well.&lt;br /&gt;4. This is the main one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT FUCKING CHOSEN FOR THE BLOODY NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me dead now. I'd die happy, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4913988505665064735?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4913988505665064735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4913988505665064735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4913988505665064735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4913988505665064735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-joy.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*('/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-5103331721786503262</id><published>2009-06-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:32:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/031N31B4EvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/031N31B4EvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-5103331721786503262?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5103331721786503262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=5103331721786503262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5103331721786503262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5103331721786503262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-675371335077506410</id><published>2009-06-21T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:45:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我最幸福的事當過你的天使.&lt;br /&gt;讓我們像當時擁抱最後一次.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最幸福的事牽著你的日子.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-675371335077506410?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/675371335077506410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=675371335077506410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/675371335077506410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/675371335077506410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-8244674730551908760</id><published>2009-06-17T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:13:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past 2 years, I've been setting my goals and planning things just for him. I've never thought of what I wanted. Except for one thing, him that is. &lt;div&gt;Studying in Singapore was one of the few things. Months ago, I was dying to go there. I would rather give up my comfortable life in Malaysia, leave my family behind, just to study there and be with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it's a blessing that we broke up, because I get to stay in Malaysia and go where I want to, and am able to be with my family. Or a misfortune because well. I lost the one I loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in a nutshell, I'll be staying in Malaysia. Because I don't see the point in going to Singapore anymore. Sunway, maybe? And maybe to Canada after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I just found out that someone wanked using my pics. As in like, he saw my picture and got horny and started to wank while still looking at it. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if he's hot. In fact, I'd be damn honoured because I could turn him on without doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;HE'S THE FUCKING CB I HATE DAMN FUCKING MUCH. THE MOST DISGUSTING, DOUCHEBAGGY PERSON ALIVE! I FEEL SO.. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;He's someone who isn't perfect, isn't handsome in everyone's eyes, and certainly isn't as he described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ugly Fag: Perfection is what you call me. Tall, dark and handsome.&lt;/blockquote&gt;*pukes. so much that I lose 20 kg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised if he sees this. He is, afterall, the stalker who WANKED AT MY PICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8244674730551908760?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8244674730551908760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8244674730551908760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8244674730551908760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8244674730551908760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-past-4-years-ive-been-setting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4674781104769427725</id><published>2009-06-13T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:44:02.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be it the people we disliked or those we had crushes on, we're still part of each other's lives. High school in Cempaka has brought me through many experiences, good friends, good teachers and good.. whatever. :) When it comes to an end, you realise that you'll treasure both good and bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of our high school lives. Our IGCSE ended with Accounting P1. Gosh I have so many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy left for China today at 4.30pm. :( Wonder when we will see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjNzcfqKzfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TrYfPtM2ccg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjNzcfqKzfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TrYfPtM2ccg/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346744115990810098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjN0t_E3Q9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/5m9ZwwEsoPE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjN0t_E3Q9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/5m9ZwwEsoPE/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346745515993678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjN0urhP2pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-oPRYkhcZKQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjN0urhP2pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-oPRYkhcZKQ/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346745527923890834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaa. I don't know what to say lah. All in all, I'll miss everyone. :) I had fun yesterday night and actually felt connected to all the year 11s. It sucks how people only start to appreciate things and treasure one another when it's at the very last moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where the hell are our class photos?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4674781104769427725?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4674781104769427725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4674781104769427725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4674781104769427725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4674781104769427725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-it-people-we-disliked-or-those-we.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/SjNzcfqKzfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TrYfPtM2ccg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-1868270630917978809</id><published>2009-06-10T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:49:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think doing things like this can make me feel worse, then congrats, you succeeded. But really, is this necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always do things without thinking of others. It's only you you you and you. I wish I could just hit you hard on the face. As hard as I can. To show you how much I've been enduring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just about to have enough of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-1868270630917978809?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1868270630917978809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=1868270630917978809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1868270630917978809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1868270630917978809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-think-doing-things-like-this-can.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-5395790098428667098</id><published>2009-06-08T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:57:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had econs today. Paper 2. My worst fear. The paper I dreaded most in IGCSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IS NOW OVERRRR&lt;/span&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/3780888521684876724-5395790098428667098?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5395790098428667098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=5395790098428667098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5395790098428667098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5395790098428667098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-econs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4036230383453475831</id><published>2009-06-07T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:05:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awkward moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yesterday we were buying flops. Ash and I were attended by this sales girl. One look at her and you'd think she's 19 or 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ash: Jie jie, why you give me a pair of slippers which are stuck togetherrrr. I cannot walk in them now.&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: Har?! I look older than you meh?&lt;br /&gt;*Ash turned to look at me. We exchanged confused looks. And mutually thought, "Isn't she older than us?"*&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: Which year are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;Us: 1992.&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: Same what! I'm younger some more. Born in December.&lt;br /&gt;Us: *shocked*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years old already look so matured. Is it us who are still stuck in our preteen years or just her who wants to grow up so badly? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Family and I went to my dad's friend's restaurant. So super classy and nice. The uncle has a son who looks just like robert pattinson! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were talking about uncle's daughter. Who apparently could've studied overseas but chose to stay in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Uncle: Ya lah. That girl wants to stay here because the boyfriend is here mah.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Same as my case lah. She *looks at me* wants to study in singapore for her boyfriend also what.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: *looks at me since he knows what happened*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... it's over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4036230383453475831?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4036230383453475831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4036230383453475831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4036230383453475831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4036230383453475831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/awkward-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-7503803596302245300</id><published>2009-06-06T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:22:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched 17 Again today. And I must say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZAC EFRON IS SO BLOODY HOT&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have looked gay in HSM 1,2 AND 3. With those cheesy dance moves and singing. But I guess he realised it and that's why he said he's never doing musicals, anymore. :x Seriously, I always cringe at the parts where he does gay dance moves in HSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 17 Again is different! He's so not gay, very cute and charmingly handsome. He should just dump Vanessa Hudgens. That clingy and desperate accessory of his. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip39DjcqYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USjtbz3LPNA/s1600-h/17-again-piic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip39DjcqYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USjtbz3LPNA/s320/17-again-piic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344215798638225794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major, major heartthrob. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip39enr9uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uV2Y86r7vr0/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip39enr9uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uV2Y86r7vr0/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344215805903763170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip7W-a433I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4rofQyg8K8E/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip7W-a433I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4rofQyg8K8E/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344219542471630706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those biceps. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip391K6FeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aogdvsnLQ30/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip391K6FeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aogdvsnLQ30/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344215811957069282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that they cut damn a lot of scenes. Why must they do that ALL the time? What the hell. Leave the movie alone. Stupid overreactive, conservative and ridiculous country. UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7503803596302245300?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7503803596302245300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7503803596302245300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7503803596302245300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7503803596302245300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/watched-17-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sip39DjcqYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USjtbz3LPNA/s72-c/17-again-piic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-4561030079288737200</id><published>2009-06-04T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:23:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had science P3 today. It's a weird paper. With weird biology questions. E.g:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Q: What does a pollen grain contain?&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Pollen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4561030079288737200?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4561030079288737200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4561030079288737200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4561030079288737200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4561030079288737200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-science-p3-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-7018779870154298667</id><published>2009-06-03T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:32:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To ********* (name protected because my blog isn't as private as I thought.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You've pissed me off enough for me to blog about you! Don't you feel honoured? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously, SERIOUSLY hate it when someone nosy person butts into a conversation between two people. i.e my friend and I.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate people who mindlessly call me a noob. What rights do you have to call me a noob? And a noob in what? Compared to you, I'm definitely a pro in terms of intellect. :D You can go home and milk a cow, noob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also hate people who blurts out vulgarities. No one gave you a reason to. At least use some more high class vulgarities like mother fucker, son of a bitch, douchebag, keebler.. etc. Just not things like JIBAI, KNN, MCB. Seriously, I see it everyday and compared to those that I have provided, these hokkien vulgarities haven't that much of an impact.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say what I want, when I feel like it, wherever I am. :) You. Don't. Tell. Me. When. I. Have. To. Stop. Or. What. I. Am. Not. Allowed. To. Say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;S : JIBAI, DON'T KPKB HERE LA.&lt;br /&gt;Me : AM I EVEN ASKING YOU?&lt;br /&gt;S : I TALKING TO YOU MEH?&lt;br /&gt;Me : THEN WHO ARE YOU CALLING CB?&lt;br /&gt;S : YOU LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Me : THAT MEANS YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; TALKING TO ME RIGHT?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for the day : Self contradiction only leads to self pwnage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7018779870154298667?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7018779870154298667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7018779870154298667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7018779870154298667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7018779870154298667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-not-so-supreme-congratulations-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-420382690640115789</id><published>2009-06-02T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:50:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE . YOU BETTER STUDY ECONS AND SCIENCE OR YOU'LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-420382690640115789?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/420382690640115789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=420382690640115789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/420382690640115789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/420382690640115789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-to-self-melanie-chow-wan-min.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-3528115270651574106</id><published>2009-06-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:35:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ECONS TOMORROW. P3. AHH :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-3528115270651574106?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3528115270651574106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=3528115270651574106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3528115270651574106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3528115270651574106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/econs-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4178894780111899604</id><published>2009-05-31T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:29:20.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had this massive gastric attack since yesterday :( Didn't eat much during dinner and stayed up till 2. The first time I've stayed up that late since.. a year. :x Anyway, in the midst of my nightmare, the stupid gastric attacked me again. But it my dream, it was a guy stabbing me in my stomach LOL. Damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days till this feeling of suspense is over!&lt;br /&gt;12 more days till and we'll be free as a bird. :D&lt;br /&gt;12 more days till I can go out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days of being together.&lt;br /&gt;12 more days of seeing the ones we like and dislike.&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to laugh at the lamest jokes Benjamin says.&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to see everyone stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days till high school ends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, everything will become part of our memory. I wonder when all of us will see each other again. Maybe, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4178894780111899604?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4178894780111899604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4178894780111899604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4178894780111899604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4178894780111899604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-this-massive-gastric-attack-since.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-3755184497538524705</id><published>2009-05-30T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:55:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I shouldn't treat people like I have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Turning into a heartless bitch sounds just perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-3755184497538524705?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3755184497538524705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=3755184497538524705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3755184497538524705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3755184497538524705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-really-you-guess-i-was-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-8327824005905498026</id><published>2009-05-30T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:35:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, no you didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8327824005905498026?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8327824005905498026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8327824005905498026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8327824005905498026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8327824005905498026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloody-cold-hearted-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-1980159797774959647</id><published>2009-05-29T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:42:18.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in year 2007. Brace yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2WdoUaXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rNF6SdBOCi8/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2WdoUaXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rNF6SdBOCi8/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341188180111812978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head looks like a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2WwpOO_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/upTFA4b8ias/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2WwpOO_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/upTFA4b8ias/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341188185215876082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2Wufg2sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v90ZCQhigYc/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2Wufg2sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v90ZCQhigYc/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341188184638282434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. I look like some random Indo maid here.&lt;br /&gt;Center parting hair? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES ABOUT 2007?! The center parting hair is GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3WIIRrrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9UfsQORVa3U/s1600-h/Photo+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3WIIRrrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9UfsQORVa3U/s320/Photo+52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341189273851899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3V_VAjRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B_z0dGoXaQc/s1600-h/Photo+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3V_VAjRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B_z0dGoXaQc/s320/Photo+51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341189271489383698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3VzFi-qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8GD8yu-rbG0/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3VzFi-qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8GD8yu-rbG0/s320/Photo+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341189268203305634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3VtqihzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QUebWv0-ZTs/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-3VtqihzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QUebWv0-ZTs/s320/Photo+44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341189266747852594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're the two bored &amp;amp; random people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RoVpTII/AAAAAAAAAF8/LAE8Qej0o5Y/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RoVpTII/AAAAAAAAAF8/LAE8Qej0o5Y/s320/Photo+47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190296110189698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RV32ujI/AAAAAAAAAF0/80vkSfrV-fY/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RV32ujI/AAAAAAAAAF0/80vkSfrV-fY/s320/Photo+49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190291153402418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RIJRBGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cZDYawwjdfw/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RIJRBGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cZDYawwjdfw/s320/Photo+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190287468332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RMcvPQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TcnEz1qGuMA/s1600-h/Photo+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4RMcvPQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TcnEz1qGuMA/s320/Photo+54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190288623746306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4Q_328uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XcPF5_kcf7I/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4Q_328uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XcPF5_kcf7I/s320/Photo+56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190285247836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4v0ZlUzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nMJa3mzSMYY/s1600-h/Photo+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-4v0ZlUzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nMJa3mzSMYY/s320/Photo+50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190814744007474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we saw this coming. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-1980159797774959647?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1980159797774959647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=1980159797774959647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1980159797774959647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1980159797774959647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/then.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh-2WdoUaXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rNF6SdBOCi8/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-8527097920523822135</id><published>2009-05-28T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:41:11.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have known you my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;When you were ten, you said you'd make me your wife,&lt;br /&gt;Eight years later you won me over,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I took the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used to living without you,&lt;br /&gt;Endless phone calls and dreaming about you,&lt;br /&gt;Always said that you were my man to be,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was in love with your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I said that I would keep my word&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wished that I could save you from the hurt&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But things will never go back to how we were&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be your world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you're holding on to me,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like I can't breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go, just let me go,&lt;br /&gt;It just won't feel right inside,&lt;br /&gt;God knows I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know I love you, I really do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't fight anymore for you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know, maybe we'll be together again,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, in another life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-8527097920523822135?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8527097920523822135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=8527097920523822135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8527097920523822135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/8527097920523822135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-known-you-my-whole-life-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-399621712428336943</id><published>2009-05-27T21:16:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:27:00.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image Search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, do it with minimal words of explanation.&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you've finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you'll be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh0-Cv8OZ-I/AAAAAAAAABE/h05ho904rfM/s1600-h/seventeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh0-Cv8OZ-I/AAAAAAAAABE/h05ho904rfM/s320/seventeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340492950081005538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you'll like to travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1BajVCOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/83sIeenj8to/s1600-h/14_26_4---Trevi-Fountain--Rome--Italy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1BajVCOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/83sIeenj8to/s320/14_26_4---Trevi-Fountain--Rome--Italy_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340496657547147506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1A3bIUZWI/AAAAAAAAABc/PAmQWcspUTY/s1600-h/white-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1A3bIUZWI/AAAAAAAAABc/PAmQWcspUTY/s320/white-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340496054050907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1C0YevDLI/AAAAAAAAABs/OryxCnEIanc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1C0YevDLI/AAAAAAAAABs/OryxCnEIanc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498200823270578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1C51RQJYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5cvjKE1RMHU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1C51RQJYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5cvjKE1RMHU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498294450693506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DBqrvtPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-fbIuAbxsOk/s1600-h/japanese-food-art-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DBqrvtPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-fbIuAbxsOk/s320/japanese-food-art-000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498429047977202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DICFnhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/uMA7PpjNJKw/s1600-h/japanese-food-art-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DICFnhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/uMA7PpjNJKw/s320/japanese-food-art-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498538409723282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DOYqR0rI/AAAAAAAAACM/fj9Ikh33Spw/s1600-h/sushiart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DOYqR0rI/AAAAAAAAACM/fj9Ikh33Spw/s320/sushiart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498647548285618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE FOODDD. Especially when they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DokUs8hI/AAAAAAAAACU/KAmTVMhPgXQ/s1600-h/cute-puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1DokUs8hI/AAAAAAAAACU/KAmTVMhPgXQ/s320/cute-puppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340499097355612690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1EFpYs-6I/AAAAAAAAACc/WrmyYaWTmA8/s1600-h/1500-12B-Brush-Pastel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1EFpYs-6I/AAAAAAAAACc/WrmyYaWTmA8/s320/1500-12B-Brush-Pastel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340499596930775970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastel colours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1EmMZDDhI/AAAAAAAAACk/PvGZoqbdPdQ/s1600-h/ruffle-front-casual-dress-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1EmMZDDhI/AAAAAAAAACk/PvGZoqbdPdQ/s320/ruffle-front-casual-dress-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340500156083277330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short casual dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/chowmanmin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1F_g_llaI/AAAAAAAAACs/z0z57ThYLtQ/s1600-h/3230545708_37eb8439a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1F_g_llaI/AAAAAAAAACs/z0z57ThYLtQ/s320/3230545708_37eb8439a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501690621990306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favourite tv-show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1GcgzlWOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O996X1gmIpg/s1600-h/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1GcgzlWOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O996X1gmIpg/s320/gossip-girl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340502188787849442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1HUa6vWII/AAAAAAAAAC8/par4DaD7X1o/s1600-h/1426526537_ec6731b645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1HUa6vWII/AAAAAAAAAC8/par4DaD7X1o/s320/1426526537_ec6731b645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503149279926402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the first letter instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The town in which you live in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1H_m6bg-I/AAAAAAAAADE/kuOpiViILqI/s1600-h/2304416920_14abef6fb2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1H_m6bg-I/AAAAAAAAADE/kuOpiViILqI/s320/2304416920_14abef6fb2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340503891234227170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajang! (famous for satays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your screen/nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1I56RhX4I/AAAAAAAAADM/nkH4oWRjwiE/s1600-h/melly+logo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1I56RhX4I/AAAAAAAAADM/nkH4oWRjwiE/s320/melly+logo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340504892863766402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your dream job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1JbKQwmSI/AAAAAAAAADU/480hvk6N-4M/s1600-h/Personal+Shopper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1JbKQwmSI/AAAAAAAAADU/480hvk6N-4M/s320/Personal+Shopper.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340505464091220258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full time shopper! woo :D (that's why it says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; job, it isn't supposed to happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1J9YSwYgI/AAAAAAAAADc/3k7WIBnACiA/s1600-h/simpsons_procrastinate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1J9YSwYgI/AAAAAAAAADc/3k7WIBnACiA/s320/simpsons_procrastinate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340506051973243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your worst fear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1KliN0DfI/AAAAAAAAADk/RcqnDU2NQzE/s1600-h/book-cover-roald-dalh-the-twits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1KliN0DfI/AAAAAAAAADk/RcqnDU2NQzE/s320/book-cover-roald-dalh-the-twits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340506741831634418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly my fear but you can find it here : www.hotel626.com&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth would anyone google for their own fear? Isn't that like scaring themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The one thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1LOKS2RZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3VLELrwi88/s1600-h/The_Bermuda_Triangle_small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1LOKS2RZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3VLELrwi88/s320/The_Bermuda_Triangle_small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340507439784936850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, since I'm going to die anyway. Might as well feed my curiosity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The first thing you'll buy if you get $1,000,000:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1Ml3Q3l-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fOA5RbZNs-I/s1600-h/cheap_tickets_250x251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh1Ml3Q3l-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fOA5RbZNs-I/s320/cheap_tickets_250x251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508946504849378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plane ticket to wherever I feel like going! Of course I'll bring someone with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging..&lt;br /&gt;Joven, Ashley, Karl, Amanda and whoever sees this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-399621712428336943?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/399621712428336943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=399621712428336943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/399621712428336943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/399621712428336943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/answer-questions-below-do-google-image.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/Sh0-Cv8OZ-I/AAAAAAAAABE/h05ho904rfM/s72-c/seventeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-1162467486524824051</id><published>2009-05-26T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:45:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGG I'M LIKE LOSING LOTS OF HAIR. (those on my head, unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;I googled 'how much hair do we lose a day' and people say it's about 10~100. OMG 100 STRANDS OF HAIR A DAY!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Do our hairs grow fast enough to replace those that we have lost? :O&lt;br /&gt;If not, then isn't it super easy to start balding?!?!&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LAAA. I ALREADY HAVE THIS GOING-TO-BE-BALD SPOT ALREADY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to school today for extra class. They talked about what they wanted to be. And Gary said he wants to make his own brand name. Fortune Duck. Doesn't that sound more like a typical Chinese takeaway restaurant in New York? And he said his building will be so tall that we'd need a helicopter to bring us up to his office which is at the top floor. He sure knows how to dream. :D If got another terrorist attack but this time at North Carolina how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were damn excited at the thought of June 12th. :D and the days after. VACATIONNN WOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are going to Langkawi and Penang,&lt;br /&gt;Some going to Japan,&lt;br /&gt;Some going all around Europe,&lt;br /&gt;Some are starting school in July, so no time for holidays,&lt;br /&gt;Some like us are going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. I also wanna go somewhere further from Malaysia lah. Like.. Japan, Italy, the states, THE UPPER EAST SIDE.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShvVLJ2QZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eitwfd80kxo/s1600-h/b95184d8c0494a90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShvVLJ2QZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eitwfd80kxo/s320/b95184d8c0494a90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340096170776618050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents confirm won't allow. Singapore already expensive enough. Have to spend at least RM1600 on the whole. Wah, imagine going to Japan.. $10,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side. There'll be The Great Singapore Sale then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-1162467486524824051?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1162467486524824051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=1162467486524824051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1162467486524824051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1162467486524824051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/omggg-im-like-losing-lots-of-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShvVLJ2QZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eitwfd80kxo/s72-c/b95184d8c0494a90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-5739247212583283495</id><published>2009-05-26T00:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:03:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karl says my blog lacks pictures.. so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant City!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShrDKIjDKGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ufpCRuaHE18/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShrDKIjDKGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ufpCRuaHE18/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339794887061743714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how busy it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShrDPd9FrpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZOI8KI90l1w/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShrDPd9FrpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZOI8KI90l1w/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339794978707451538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two random people doing their businesses. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Removed my two unglam pictures because I changed my mind hoho :D Too bad for youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all you do is say sorry. how i wish you would actually do something about it. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-5739247212583283495?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5739247212583283495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=5739247212583283495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5739247212583283495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/5739247212583283495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/karl-says-my-blog-lacks-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKK7wH3Nu_s/ShrDKIjDKGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ufpCRuaHE18/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780888521684876724.post-7733274373363327142</id><published>2009-03-28T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:15:42.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for being there. although it was just a phone call, it helped a lot. i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7733274373363327142?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7733274373363327142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7733274373363327142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7733274373363327142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7733274373363327142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-for-being-there.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-3470841528514970286</id><published>2009-03-16T06:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:53:24.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt super bad after writing all those. (I'm such an angel, right? :D) So yeah. PINK THEN PINK LOR. I wait for nicer ones to be launched. Hehehehe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear engineers, please make more pink phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-3470841528514970286?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3470841528514970286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=3470841528514970286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3470841528514970286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/3470841528514970286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/felt-super-bad-after-writing-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-1860092425784443351</id><published>2009-03-14T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:58:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started off when my mother was right beside me on my bed saying, "Eh, it's raining outside. Let's not go out for breakfast," and continued to ramble on. I didn't respond lah, cuz I was sleeping. She kept shaking me. Still no response. She got fed up and slammed the door damn loudly. -__- damn stupid can.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my cousin in law called, asked if my brother and I wanted to go out. Said okay. Since staying at home also won't benefit me. So we went to some temple on a hill and then to RABBIT LAND. WOO. They're so friggin cute! There were other animals there as well. I was only interested in monkeys and rabbits. Horses are damn smelly lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That place serves rabbit food. Not those rabbits eat la. Dishes that are actually cooked using rabbit meat. SO CRUEL. How can one have the heart to kill fluffy white furballs and cute red eyes?! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, people these days don't appreciate cute stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, went home and talked to Joven. He wasn't feeling well and was telling me how terrible it felt. Right at that moment I felt really helpless. Can't even do anything. Like, so friggin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to aunty's house for dinner at night. Entertained my two nephews. Wanted to go karaoke with cousins at first, but price was damn high. RM 42++ for one person. Siao right? So cancelled lor. Ended up watching football. Quite exciting although occasionally I would get distracted. LIVERPOOL VS. MANCHESTER UNITED WITH 4 - 1. WOO. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-1860092425784443351?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1860092425784443351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=1860092425784443351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1860092425784443351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/1860092425784443351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/noooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-7129838516119768562</id><published>2009-03-13T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:47:25.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I hate a lot of people nowadays. Is it me or do they just give off bad vibes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, it's them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this particular person named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Asparagus&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks she's so friggin cool and pretty la. Plus she's my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JUNIOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kid. muahahahahha. Yeah so everyday she flips her hair until we can see her obvious dandruff flying around. She walks down the hallway like she's &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. There was once when she was sitting in front of my friends and I. We were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chatting among ourselves&lt;/span&gt; about this new teacher who looks like Justin Timberlake. She just turned around and rolled her eyes in one full circle. I hope one day when she does that eye rolling thing again, the eyes flip to the back and stays there. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like what's your problem lah. It's not like your boyfriend is hotter than him right. And we were talking among ourselves, so what the hell was that eye rolling thing for. It's none of your business, KID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh, this blog started off with two negative entries already. Maybe I'm destined to blog only when I'm angry. So sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Note: Name changed to protect myself from my school's I'll-track-every-single-student's-blog-hehehehehe program. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it's quite absurd. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST LET US WRITE WHAT WE WANT LAH&lt;/span&gt;. People have feelings too you know. If I don't let out my feelings here, God knows if I would start strangling innocent people on the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-7129838516119768562?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7129838516119768562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=7129838516119768562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7129838516119768562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/7129838516119768562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-hate-lot-of-people-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3780888521684876724.post-4723931605904744600</id><published>2009-03-13T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:46:25.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidstupidstupid.</title><content type='html'>Today was.. well, rather unfruitful. Barely learned anything new. I know that I have to study but.. WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL LAZING AROUND. Ugh, pissing off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the MOE person replied me todayyy. Said I have to submit my Year 9 and 10 results.&lt;br /&gt;Sia la.. that was when I slacked the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she ask for Year 8's instead. I had straight A's then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Unhappy entry ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the school canteen. Not how they have limited choices of food. But those people working there are fucking stuck up can. Reality check for you bitches : We, students, are the ones paying you. Not the other way around. Stop giving me your bloody mood swings. It's not like I depend on you for a living lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cannot tahan this kind of people lah. There was once when I asked for three pieces of nuggets and some mushrooms I think. Anyway, that fat bitch gave me the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : Nono, not that one. I want this. *points to food*&lt;br /&gt;fat bitch : *frowns at me and took the OTHER wrong thing* (SERIOUSLY HOW STUPID CAN THESE PEOPLE GET)&lt;br /&gt;me : Nooo, not this one.&lt;br /&gt;fat bitch : APA MAU LAGI?! (what else do you want?)&lt;br /&gt;me : *thinks "fuck you bitch, hope you die of AIDS. Oh wait, no one would wanna fuck you anyway." and walked off, without food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'd rather starve than entertain losers like these. And the cashiers.. Oh God. I bought a bottle of mineral water. RM1.40. So I paid RM2. That auntie then said, "40 cents also don't have?" then proceeded to give me a very irritated look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI WTF LAH. PAY YOU RM 2 STILL KPKB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time around, I got smarter. I gave her a RM50 note. She looked at me, "no small change?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her with one eye brow raised. "Uh, no."&lt;br /&gt;As expected she was more irritated. Which made me feel so freaking SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school likes to contradict. A LOT. They replaced the very first food caterer because apparently they sell 'unhealthy' food. Then came the new caterer, which everyone hated. People started bringing home cooked food, ordering pizza and McDonald's. The caterer was definitely unhappy, thus the ban on bringing home-cooked food and ordering deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT. The rotten caterers serve fried rice, nasi lemak, fried chicken, AND EVERYTHING ELSE SPICY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lah, how is that 'healthy' food. So stupid lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the canteen food unhealthy and basically the same everyday, it is bloody expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain white rice + 1 piece of chicken = RM5&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti = RM6.50&lt;br /&gt;Tuna sandwich (not tasty one) = RM3&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, you cannot buy food if you have RM4 or less in your pocket. Except for sandwiches lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell why can't they be more considerate to those who only get RM10 a day. The food so fucking expensive how the fuck do we survive lah. Want to save money also difficult lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780888521684876724-4723931605904744600?l=butteredbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4723931605904744600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3780888521684876724&amp;postID=4723931605904744600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4723931605904744600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3780888521684876724/posts/default/4723931605904744600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butteredbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidstupidstupid.html' title='stupidstupidstupid.'/><author><name>yours truly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13565969655584508982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
