<?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-5774379427120694341</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:49:13.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2746542466703749106</id><published>2011-01-07T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:28:04.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECISIONS</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere and I thought it was quite meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sometimes when you make decisions you don't make them because they're the easy way out, because they're convenient, because they make you happy, because they make others happy, you make them because it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2746542466703749106?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2746542466703749106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2746542466703749106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2746542466703749106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2746542466703749106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2011/01/decisions.html' title='DECISIONS'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8320331284172484476</id><published>2011-01-02T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:01:47.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to study after this. PINKY SWEAR!</title><content type='html'>Can I just swear? After all, it's MY blog. Forget it. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Is calling someone a 'bitch' mean even if he/she deserves it?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just want to scream into that person's face and go, ''You're a bitch, you bitch!'' And stomp off. But &lt;em&gt;you can't always get what you want ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to yesterday, what a great time catching up! Even I told Nasri, 'Rachel is so much cooler now!' There's just something about the way she carries herself or talks now that gives others the impression that she runs her own life. So kudos. Wendy is awesome. I never really realized her awesomeness until yesterday. Afiq and I talked and hung out as the whole didn't-see-you-for-a-year thing never existed. Nasri is still a bitch. (kidding) (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot started off a little slow, then things picked up pretty quickly and we got some really professional pictures at the end. Nasri is really talented, I didn't expect the picture with Wendy and I pulling Afiq like a manwhore picture to turn out so fine, but you delivered! Rachel took some lovely ones of Danica too. Can you believe we finished at 6pm sharp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Danielle. Who knew she was 14? Met Amelia, love that girl! It was like a mixed gathering. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey what race are you?'&lt;br /&gt;'Indian and Thai'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh I'm Chinese, Malay and French'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh I'm China, Singaporean and Filipino.'&lt;br /&gt;'And I'm Mexican and Black.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that last one was made up, but you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but most certainly not least. SOLAR SYSTEM!&lt;br /&gt;C: Let's pretend we're talking about the solar system, quick!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Ooooh.. Aaaaah..&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh did you read the newspaper? They say that there will be spaceships landing on earth in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeah I know right.&lt;br /&gt;C: Are we ACTUALLY talking about the solar system?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8320331284172484476?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8320331284172484476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8320331284172484476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8320331284172484476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8320331284172484476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-going-to-study-after-this-pinky.html' title='I&apos;m going to study after this. PINKY SWEAR!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6639322507099753518</id><published>2010-12-29T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:24:07.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my old family.</title><content type='html'>It's been years since I updated my blog. Centuries! Maybe. What was I thinking, 'buttering'? Anyway, if you're reading this, I love you. You still remember! I think I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be working on my Shakespeare power point slide now, yet I feel this is way more important. And it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel like I've always known you inside out. You opened up to me! Or were you just pretending.. Either way, I miss you. I miss that girl I know. Now you're running away with who you THINK is your knight in shining armour. I wish I could stop you, force your eyes open and tape your eyelids to the back of your head. Have I ever told you that you're my teenage dream? You think I'm pretty without any make up on. You think I'm funny, when I get the punch line wrong. ~ That's what I think of you! Wake up girl. You're just nodding to everything he says and kissing his feet cause right now, he's the only one you think is giving you hope. Can I tell you a secret? YOU'RE HOT. YOU'RE TALENTED. YOU'RE SMART. More importantly, YOU DON'T NEED HIM. Go figure, HE NEEDS YOU. He's the 3 for $10 grey T-shirt and you're the unaffordable Giorgio Armani belt around his waist. You make him look good, for short. So run to your Marc Jacobs dress or Juicy Couture blouse, away from what's cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As for you, I've never had hard feelings for you. What's done is done. My best advice for you is to move forward and make preparations to succeed. Expect the best because it's not out of reach. I wish I could hug you, like the last time we hugged before I left. Even though the atmosphere was tense, when we hugged there was a spark. I knew it was a hug, not body brushing or whatever. You're really special. Truly. Moreover, you always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. You're way out of his league, don't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And to the rest of you who are affected or dented by this, fret not! Justice always emerges triumph at the end! It's just natures way of working this out. So if you're not too sure who's side you're on, 'Oh but I feel so sorry for him' or 'HE'S GOING TO HELL! BOOYAH!' doesn't matter! What's right will fall into place and you'll have your life back. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6639322507099753518?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6639322507099753518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6639322507099753518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6639322507099753518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6639322507099753518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-my-old-family.html' title='To my old family.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6516656306490513756</id><published>2010-03-18T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:45:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the definition of &lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, someone who loses? Yeah, a loser. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is the true definition of a loser.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, someone who fails. Failure = Loser.&lt;br /&gt;How does one fail? When one does not have anything to persue in life.&lt;br /&gt;No ultimate goal. So whatever that person does, is failure. As it will not add up to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, but sometimes being a 'loser' can be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;A very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;When being called a 'loser' in a already failed society, isn't that the complete opposite of 'losing'?&lt;br /&gt;Why choose to fit in into a community that is already a loser in a whole?&lt;br /&gt;Why be a winner within a group of loser?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just make you a even bigger loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A LOSER IN PEIRCE.&lt;br /&gt;And girl, I cannot express how grateful I am for being a loser in Peirce.&lt;br /&gt;For because I am a loser in failure, I do not fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6516656306490513756?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6516656306490513756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6516656306490513756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6516656306490513756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6516656306490513756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-definition-of-loser-like-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3757085118729825624</id><published>2010-03-14T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:26:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are as usual, confusing. But hey, as long as everything is bulding up to something, it's all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3757085118729825624?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3757085118729825624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3757085118729825624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3757085118729825624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3757085118729825624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-are-as-usual-confusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6684048136753302911</id><published>2010-02-19T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T03:25:30.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't believe I only touched the computer like twice this week. Has the computer lost it's charm on me? Is reading, now my new found love? How was literature, somehow able to win my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. Going shopping with my parents. Yes. Both my mum and dad. It's about time the three of us bonded. I may just be getting my dream guitar, DaisyRock. Sweet. It's about time I got a new, good guitar for me to develop my skills on. And to write more songs on! Anyway, school is screwed up. As usual. Chinese agitates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6684048136753302911?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6684048136753302911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6684048136753302911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6684048136753302911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6684048136753302911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-believe-i-only-touched-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5544797605242181044</id><published>2010-02-07T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:20:43.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seldom talk about you. Seldom think about you. You're not a big part of my life. You were never a big part, infact. But you were there. You were part of me, just not a big part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, talked on the phone for hours. When we had to say goodbye, I wished my hands were locked permanently together so I could never release you from our embrace. You opened up your inner most thoughts and feelings to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared mutual feelings about what we both were experiencing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't happy. Neither was I. We were stressed, and we put on a mask. You somehow put it on better than I did, you made it seem like everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? We hardly talk now. Infact, we never talk. Judging by what I heard now, and what I see. You're either still wearing your mask, or you've changed your mind about everything you complained to me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem happy. True happiness and excitement. Or just to please someone else. Who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. The old you. Or at least, the you I knew and had fun with. The you that you opened up to me. The you that I shared the most magical hugs with. I doubt you still remeber my full name. But if you ever come across this, I hope some of it rings a bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5544797605242181044?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5544797605242181044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5544797605242181044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5544797605242181044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5544797605242181044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-seldom-talk-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1996728145761219406</id><published>2010-02-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:33:15.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Sometimes when I write songs, I try really hard to avoid the romance topic. I mean, I've never experienced it myself. Love songs are everywhere, mine won't stand out. Hence, I write about life. In general. Daily things that I do, just sitting down playing around with chords. Daydreaming. An ordinary girl, but dreams much more than that. Relationships, no not love. Relationships with parents, family, friends. Things that people seldom touch on, the more I want to explore them. Things that people ignore, I go there. Things that people try to act as if it doesn't exist, for instance, poverty, lonely people, people attempting to kill themselves. Things that people don't want anything to do with, I pen it down. It's fun, maybe I'm melancholic. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1996728145761219406?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1996728145761219406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1996728145761219406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1996728145761219406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1996728145761219406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-when-i-write-songs-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6550126405957124955</id><published>2010-02-02T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:10:24.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a full moon two days ago. I was doing that thumb thing in school. While Danica was doing it at home. While Nini was doing it in Malaysia. Hilarious how that short Dear John trailer succeeded to leave such a huge impact on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9pm now and I'm so tired. My eyes can hardly open, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The House Bunny on my iPod as I do that front bridge/plank thing. Anna Faris! My role model for getting those sexy abs. I tend to train myself to be able to maintain in that position for at least a whole scene. It's surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a short break from writing songs, just more of fooling around on the guitar or piano. Playing around with chords. It's relaxing I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't freaking wait to go to boarders again to buy a book. My family suggests I borrow them. Ah, but they don't understand. I love having a book to call my own. With no curfews, no datelines, no rush or hurry or burden to finish the book. Next book on my list: The Little Mermaid the original story. Followed by another nicholas Sparks book. The Last Song or Message in a Bottle. That writer, I tell you, absoluetly indulging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6550126405957124955?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6550126405957124955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6550126405957124955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6550126405957124955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6550126405957124955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-full-moon-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5183396283845256396</id><published>2010-01-25T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:14:03.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished Dear John about 4 days ago. I finished the entire book within 2 days. It was the only book, dare I say, that left me speechless, in a mess, sobbing, and very disturbed. I found myself debating that night how the ending should have ended. It left a huge impact on me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nasri's&lt;/span&gt; sister and his 4 classmates may have been reading it too. Who cares? They have good taste, I need to get over the fact that I'm not the only one. And you know what, I have. Read Dear John. That's the best advice I can give you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5183396283845256396?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5183396283845256396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5183396283845256396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5183396283845256396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5183396283845256396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-finished-dear-john-about-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6887097438832870863</id><published>2010-01-10T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:49:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muE1RLkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/tQNEMhJY4rg/s1600-h/animal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425058624186323218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muE1RLkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/tQNEMhJY4rg/s400/animal3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muEh8DxGI/AAAAAAAAASM/8ZL3Wa5X_hY/s1600-h/animal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425058618997458018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muEh8DxGI/AAAAAAAAASM/8ZL3Wa5X_hY/s400/animal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muEIGl12I/AAAAAAAAASE/dbbzifWwWkY/s1600-h/animal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425058612062312290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muEIGl12I/AAAAAAAAASE/dbbzifWwWkY/s400/animal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of the drama club. Proud is the only word to describe how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the weirdest, craziest, most creative cca yesterday BY FAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the other uniform groups and what not with no lives can bow down to us and kiss our feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so pleased to see how a handful of parents and students were actually interesting about the drama club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking questions and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the music room a few times (countless times) to check on the glorious Chew. She looked stunning as usual, even in her disgusting orange over sized choir shirt. She still looked smoking sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No racism intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know she wants me. I can tell. How she glares at me while I pop my head up her window. She wants my fresh naked human body dressed up like an animal. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6887097438832870863?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6887097438832870863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6887097438832870863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6887097438832870863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6887097438832870863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-proud-of-drama-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/S0muE1RLkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/tQNEMhJY4rg/s72-c/animal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7639717865436556637</id><published>2010-01-01T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:46:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over at Amanda's house. Talked and talked with a bunch of friends, played Band Hero, played Chubby Bunny, played truth or truth, watched Coraline, watched CSI: NY, until 5.30am. We pretty much didn't care about the whole countdown thing. We just cheered, then went back to playing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be tons of things installed for me this 2010 I can tell. A step forward in life. A huge leap I hope! Just having a small achievement everyday, leading me to where I want to be, would be my biggest wish and prayer, really. What I want in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greater bonds, with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Make a change. Doesn't have to be big, at all.&lt;br /&gt;-Keep moving forward, Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;-Make another step towards my goal.&lt;br /&gt;-Make use of everyday, wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN TO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7639717865436556637?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7639717865436556637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7639717865436556637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7639717865436556637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7639717865436556637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone-i-slept-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3495741129190910561</id><published>2009-12-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:21:58.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SzmNYGZnbrI/AAAAAAAAARg/CXKKzZxuWSE/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420519071691534002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SzmNYGZnbrI/AAAAAAAAARg/CXKKzZxuWSE/s400/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SzmNRFcCbxI/AAAAAAAAARY/umUzKTu15tY/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420518951174172434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SzmNRFcCbxI/AAAAAAAAARY/umUzKTu15tY/s400/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DAMN RIGHT, I cut bangs. I watched Charice live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Forget the whole I went to Singapore Idol part, focus on the fact that I got to watch Charice live. She was giving the whole crowd octopus goosebumps for pete's sake. We were giving her a standing ovation, and cheering like she was Michael Jackson rising from the dead. It was a gold moment. Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh and check out my nails! A snowman, a Christmas tree, and a sushi :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah yes, and I got a freaking 'Wreck This Journal' for Christmas! Thanks Wern! It's not even avaliable in Singapore. Guess where you have to purchase it if you live in the UK, that's right. Hot Topic. She bought it from Amazon.com though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Basically in every page there's a instruction for what to do on the page. Like, burn this page. Or, use this page as a napkin after dinner. There are cool ones like, tie a string around the spine of the book and walk it like a dog for the whole day. Or, sleep with this book, write down the experience. Cool aye. I already wrecked the front cover of the book. By complete accident, I put it in Danica's bag and it got kinda soaked. Then the front page tore halfway. I taped plasters over it. Oh well, that's the whole point, wrecking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wrapping up 2009, wow what a year it has been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I met people I know I would never forget in years to come. I've grown so much as a person. I woke up and realized there's so much to do. There's so much change to make in this world, there's so many people out there in need. There's so many ignorant people out there who choose to ignore that fact. I wrote a bunch of heartfelt songs. I made more friends than I ever had. I lost 2 precious people. I made mistakes and I learnt from then. I learnt independence. I grew closer to God. That's a bunch. Oh, and I lost all my 4 kisses. To girls. Can't wait to see what's install for me next year. Definately not going to waste my time anymore. That's a promise I'm making to myself.&lt;/span&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/5774379427120694341-3495741129190910561?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3495741129190910561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3495741129190910561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3495741129190910561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3495741129190910561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-right-i-cut-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SzmNYGZnbrI/AAAAAAAAARg/CXKKzZxuWSE/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5166096969157816012</id><published>2009-12-22T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:14:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, how have you all been? It's funny, the second I came back, I showered, then went straight to the piano. How much I missed it. I'm half done with our little song now. (Wink, wink) It's for our play next year.&lt;br /&gt;I just started on another new song, about YOU. Yes you. Liar. It's amazing, wait till you hear it. Oh! And wait till it becomes famous, then you'll never dare to show your face in public again. (Smiley face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, missed all of you. I can name a whole list of names right now. Ah well, check out this show created by Ashton Kutcher. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/tbl"&gt;www.youtube.com/tbl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands for The Beautiful Life, starring Mischa Barton, Sara Paxton, Corbin Bleu, and other hotties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5166096969157816012?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5166096969157816012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5166096969157816012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5166096969157816012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5166096969157816012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-how-have-you-all-been-its-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-4916246657147948611</id><published>2009-11-30T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:34:09.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just express yourself, what you feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;Open that closet your hiding in.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll soon discover more to you than you've imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-4916246657147948611?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/4916246657147948611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=4916246657147948611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4916246657147948611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4916246657147948611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-express-yourself-what-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8668245522139963335</id><published>2009-11-26T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:12:47.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back from camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tired, and I can't find my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just texting a kid last night, and now I can't find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juniors camp was tons of fun, the children were so cute. Ever watched The Sound Of Music before? You know Brigetta, one of the Von Trapp children? One of the P2 girls looked &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; like Brigetta. I started freaking out the second I saw her, then I realized that the girl was played Brigetta is probably 50 right now, so i stopped freaking out. But I still freaked out. She was irresistably cute. Her brother, Dynes, is equally adorable. He has brown hair, and a sharp nose. He's going to be hot next time, I tell you. If I had my phone with me, I'll be uploading the pictures I took with them right now. Rats. I'll find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got a talk from head of the youths, telling Christine and I not to practice favouritism. I agree. But favouritism is natural, and yes I do play with other children. I let tons of kids sit on my lap, I let quite a number of kids hold my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The camp was absolutely productive, it was &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;a waste of time at all. 'Who Am I' really reached into my heart. It's even more beautiful when you sing it and let the lyrics read you instead of just reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, going to Shnaghai next week. Any request? Let me tell you, there's H&amp;amp;M over there. The best, I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt; brand you'll ever come across in your life. Okay, going to do some painting, then probably some song composing (yay) later. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8668245522139963335?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8668245522139963335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8668245522139963335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8668245522139963335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8668245522139963335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-from-camp-im-tired-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2111750992137875862</id><published>2009-11-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:02:59.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwZo53ZY4TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sirQvSd-dK0/s1600/dani"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406123746037129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwZo53ZY4TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sirQvSd-dK0/s400/dani" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Danica!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are a really special girl. And you are different, remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to watch Dear John with you and everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2111750992137875862?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2111750992137875862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2111750992137875862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2111750992137875862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2111750992137875862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-danica-you-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwZo53ZY4TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sirQvSd-dK0/s72-c/dani' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6423303457659930753</id><published>2009-11-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:23:19.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, woke up at 9. Went for piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Went out. Puked. Got onto a taxi. Dashed out just when I reached destination, puked.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dani, and Haz, for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6423303457659930753?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6423303457659930753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6423303457659930753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6423303457659930753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6423303457659930753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-woke-up-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1354648521635674790</id><published>2009-11-17T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:34:21.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody! Watch Coraline with me. I need to watch it desperately. Going out later to buy some acrylic paint to paint my guitar case. Cool, don't you think? Anyway, I have great and innovative plans for what to give people for Christmas. Sorry, if your birthday is close to Christmas, your present will be combined. But nevertheless, it will be guaranteed wicked. Okay, going to buy 'em paints now. Any design suggestions? I was thinking checkered. But it may come off a little poserish. Oh well, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1354648521635674790?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1354648521635674790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1354648521635674790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1354648521635674790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1354648521635674790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody-watch-coraline-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8146771667087193670</id><published>2009-11-16T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:55:10.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaPFawXRI/AAAAAAAAARI/Poe-zJa6VkU/s1600/hot+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404629874276064530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaPFawXRI/AAAAAAAAARI/Poe-zJa6VkU/s400/hot+guy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaO3aQYfI/AAAAAAAAARA/rq2bAcuKz50/s1600/haz+wj+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404629870515872242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaO3aQYfI/AAAAAAAAARA/rq2bAcuKz50/s400/haz+wj+and+i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaOhF3K_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1ulWiuyDoMo/s1600/haz+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404629864524753906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaOhF3K_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1ulWiuyDoMo/s400/haz+and+i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So basically, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was going to shop for Wei Jie's mum's birthday present when I met Haz on the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She escaped the fate of going home, get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She tagged along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talked about lesbians and marrying each other infront of Wei Jie. He was so awkward while we talked about these things. Poor boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, Haz got a free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hair re bond from this place promoting their hair salon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy helping out there was so cute and fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I managed to sneak a picture of him ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camwhored on the way home as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday, nothing much happened. Watched Mamma Mia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the first time ever! I know, I'm slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I've watched the live musical in Perth years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got to say the movie isn't as bad like how other people say it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, tons of singing. But Meryl Streep's energy really got me. Her chemistry with Amanda Seyfried brought me to tears during 'Slipping Through My Fingers'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched the bonus videos and extras over and over again because I couldn't bear to take the DVD out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I mention that Amanda Seyfried is my lastest obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am absolutely in love with her, while my lust for Megan Fox is dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Megan is.. Over rated. Amanda is fresh, new, and adorable. I can't help but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fall in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched Mean Girls over and over again for her small role inside as the girl-whos-boobs-can-predict-the-weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched parts of Jennifer's Body for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched Mammia Mia because of her leading role as Sophie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, I'm going to watch her lastest movie 'Dear John' because of her! I watched the trailer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;already, it looks like a tragic romantic movie. I can't wait for it to hit the shores of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just came back from shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am dead tired. I want to take a nice shower then watch a good movie. Then hopefully finish up a piece of music on the guitar or piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it's weird but I went winter shopping, for Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely, classic black coat. And a beanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may just have a slight, tiny, very big obsession with hats recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, the shower awaits me, good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just get out of my mind, you shut the door completely shut. I wonder why I want to bother opening it. I think it's been long enough that I've waited for you to 'cool down'. I question myself, is it even worth the effort missing those times, thinking about the moments we spent together. Just leave my tired brain already. Sometimes I ponder, why am I leaning over to please you so much, when you don't deserve my friendship. When I thought you had knew me enough to not listen to other voices, you proved me wrong. Thanks for really disappointing me, shattering the person I looked up to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8146771667087193670?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8146771667087193670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8146771667087193670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8146771667087193670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8146771667087193670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-basically-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SwEaPFawXRI/AAAAAAAAARI/Poe-zJa6VkU/s72-c/hot+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-54789330332328928</id><published>2009-11-14T02:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:52:18.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't just because I've been watching Mean Girls lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to be plastic? Why do people only want to be friends, or be in a relationship with plastics?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that plastics break, just with a bent, or a knock?&lt;br /&gt;What are plastic?&lt;br /&gt;Waterproof, nothing comes out or goes in.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is inside, can't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is covered with a mask.&lt;br /&gt;Hard, solid, shinny plastics.&lt;br /&gt;Why be plastic when you can be real. A real person. Have real friends. Been in a real relationship. Have real boyfriends or girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Only judging someone by his/her looks, hair, clothes, legs, butt, is really shallow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm 18 before I have a boyfriend or be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in something real, not plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Where I can laugh and cry with that boy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some desperate slut who says 'yes' to any boy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're cute, or smart, or rich, or whatever school you go to.&lt;br /&gt;What I see is your inside, and what you see in me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe I can strut down Orchard road with a hot tall boy beside me, feel secure infront of others.&lt;br /&gt;But will I be really secure inside?&lt;br /&gt;Just the fact alone that you look at me for my outside, didn't make me feel happy, or sexy, or anything stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;Infact, it really offended me because I know I'm worth much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for plastic, don't look for me.&lt;br /&gt;There are plently of hard, shinny, cold plastics out there.&lt;br /&gt;Just not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-54789330332328928?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/54789330332328928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=54789330332328928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/54789330332328928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/54789330332328928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-isnt-just-because-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6072020776954954756</id><published>2009-11-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:13:53.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank everybody who wished me happy birthday. I'm really grateful for all my family and friends in my life. Seriously, I do not regret meeting anyone of you. I do not regret living a single moment in this world. I do not regret anything that happened in my life, whether it is good or bad, happy or tragic. I know that everything happened for a reason, and the result is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the suckers in my life: You came into my life for a wonderful reason, and I love you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the amazing people in my life: Without you, I would have never found myself. Never picked up myself when I fell. You always make my day and I love you for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the use-to-bes in my life: I will never forget you, whatever you have done for me will be engraved in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people-who-blend-with-the-walls: Even though you are not a big part of my life, you are unforgettable and I'm really grateful for the support and encouragement you give me even though we aren't close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. Making a video later today, hopefully. Go check happyhappycarol out ;)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm late! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6072020776954954756?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6072020776954954756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6072020776954954756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6072020776954954756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6072020776954954756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-want-to-thank-everybody-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5144074200961250499</id><published>2009-11-08T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:29:24.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveXFTxSwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uNq8VqzgdRA/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401952395516363490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveXFTxSwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uNq8VqzgdRA/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveXE95Z3GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uk88Q-axBEM/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401952389644803170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveXE95Z3GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uk88Q-axBEM/s400/IMG_3315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling with Danica :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWGZOImZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ji8OeHFO0qc/s1600-h/IMG_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951314647751058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWGZOImZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ji8OeHFO0qc/s400/IMG_3345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWGPdcmyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2iLzOTaOsnc/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951312027622178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWGPdcmyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2iLzOTaOsnc/s400/IMG_3343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWF6hT7fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8h3GVNMLvO0/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951306406686194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWF6hT7fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8h3GVNMLvO0/s400/IMG_3338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinking. ARGGH. You all look lovely though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWFdSbmMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ayt0oDFvdXU/s1600-h/IMG_3336%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951298559645890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWFdSbmMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ayt0oDFvdXU/s400/IMG_3336%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWFBivxzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0smG0gfAQ1E/s1600-h/IMG_3334%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951291111884594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveWFBivxzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0smG0gfAQ1E/s400/IMG_3334%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for the fun time, and for your presents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the boomzilicious cake ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jun didn't wear the freaky sunglasses this time, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually really happy that ___ came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I say it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was fly, sat at the couple seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey: Eh why the seats so big ah? ..OHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to chillax at the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was, quoted by Danica, 'Pretty epic.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gathered in a circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 'Do you like her top?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: 'Yes! :D'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 'Her top?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: 'Yes! :D'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 'Your top?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: 'Yes :D'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 'My top?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: 'Yes :D'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Kim, I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, and how can I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What's your sister's name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___: I give you a clue, it's a country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: China? (a few other countries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hong Kong? (a few other countries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: Korea? (a few other countries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ..Papua New Guinea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah okay, oh and if you missed this. Don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere around the end of this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ, sleepover. Be there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5144074200961250499?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5144074200961250499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5144074200961250499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5144074200961250499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5144074200961250499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/modeling-with-danica-kim-blinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SveXFTxSwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uNq8VqzgdRA/s72-c/IMG_3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6564410744100009519</id><published>2009-11-06T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:33:39.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, another dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the same bus with Chew. Amazinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol: I'm going to get over you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Chew: So slow?&lt;br /&gt;Carol: What?&lt;br /&gt;Chew: Shouldn't you have gotten over me a long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;Carol: What, no.&lt;br /&gt;Chew: There are plently of handsome boys around, come let me find you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck Mrs Chew, no boy can steal my heart. Only you darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, she's a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;And she's wedded.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm straight!&lt;br /&gt;Okay awkward..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6564410744100009519?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6564410744100009519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6564410744100009519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6564410744100009519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6564410744100009519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhh-another-dream-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3049118397510241777</id><published>2009-11-06T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:03:03.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why all the caucasion people living in my estate have to be either tiny children, or oldies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, the boys in my estate. Dark brown brunettes, electric blue eyes, perfect sharp features. If only they were 10 years older! I think the oldest child is like 10. Not even teenage girls that I at least can hang out with. Shingz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3049118397510241777?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3049118397510241777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3049118397510241777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3049118397510241777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3049118397510241777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2605653572672508178</id><published>2009-11-04T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:38:45.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEfFALs8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b3QRYq1SQN0/s1600-h/drunk+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400454203880223682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEfFALs8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b3QRYq1SQN0/s400/drunk+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEarSHnWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/msxQph4Okno/s1600-h/drunk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400454128256654690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEarSHnWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/msxQph4Okno/s400/drunk+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEEWcusbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/on6xF3iMN5s/s1600-h/Drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400453744706892210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEEWcusbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/on6xF3iMN5s/s400/Drunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that I was drunk on Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know, totally delayed pictures. Well I'm bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Since YOU'RE obviously bored as well. (You're reading my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why not check out my new playlist :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No more Owl City, Nevershoutnever, Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course I still love them. Just you know, giving them a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These bands in my playlist are completely underground bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even Nevershoutnever is pretty famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first song playing, Wake up by The Arcade Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the theme song for the new movie, 'Where The Wild Things Are'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second I heard it I was like, DAMN this song is cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just what my blog needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pages and Paragraphs by Set !t Off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, the lead singer is drop dead sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He performed with All Time Low on stage even before he got signed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually I still don't know if he is signed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He'd better be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiss Your Genre Goodbye by Select Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lead singer, fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But powerhouse vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh shit it's freaking windy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay anyway, watch the music video it's cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just found out about this band The Follow Through like 5 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think even mainstream people will love this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Orgasms to your ears baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EATMEWHILEIMHOT! Hot name aye? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Chris Drew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's his other band, metal band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, he can scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cute song, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's next? Number 6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Show Me The Skyline. Cute name, cute guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I know the song name is one of Katy Perry's lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it sounds nothing like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh. Last but not least..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light The City with Translations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have the non-acoustic version on my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always wanted the acoustic version cause I thought the electric guitar and drums just killed the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The acoustic version, here on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pssst. This song was featured on one of Shane Dawson's videos too! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psssssssst. You, yes you. CHEW. You can kiss your attention from me goodbye. Haz, you can have her. Because this is getting serious. It grew from a small girl crush to, something I can look back and laugh about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm over you chew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2605653572672508178?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2605653572672508178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2605653572672508178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2605653572672508178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2605653572672508178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/proof-that-i-was-drunk-on-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SvJEfFALs8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b3QRYq1SQN0/s72-c/drunk+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7649655138469657927</id><published>2009-11-04T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:06:31.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT CROSS BUNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just watched this hilarious spoof of Glee by Shane Dawson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me, what have you guys been doing at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7649655138469657927?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7649655138469657927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7649655138469657927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7649655138469657927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7649655138469657927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-cross-buns.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-966061237721007807</id><published>2009-11-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:16:35.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I watched this recorded interview of Kevin Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know why I'm watching videos of the Jonas Brothers, I feel like Rachel.)&lt;br /&gt;And it got me really ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;This interviewer, who is a total douche bag by the way, was insulting Kevin and being extremely rude to him.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I totally respect Kevin and the rest of the brothers for their commitment to staying a virgin until they're married.&lt;br /&gt;They are being excellent role models to kids and teenage out there especially in a socially like this now. Sex hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And this interviewer was like, 'Who do you think is going to be the first one out of the three of you to break the purity ring?' And he was even laughing and kind of mocking Kevin's beliefs in staying pure.&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'I mean we're all human, we've got to break the rules once in a while.'&lt;br /&gt;'People with purity rings actually lose their virginity earlier.'&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this is what he said exactly, but based on my memory it's somewhere around the line.&lt;br /&gt;The guy's acting as if all humans are dirty sluts that will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; lose their virginity before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that Kevin will be some kind of god if he lives up to his purity ring.&lt;br /&gt;Sex isn't everything in life honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI. I'm wearing an 'invisible' purity ring on my finger too.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that I believe in his beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-966061237721007807?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/966061237721007807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=966061237721007807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/966061237721007807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/966061237721007807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-i-watched-this-recorded-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7994964255797996644</id><published>2009-11-01T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:12:23.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I'm going to the dentist in 5 mins time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Check out The Follow Through- So High. The guy is cute, and he's voice is breath-taking. I love this song too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Did you see Joe Jonas's new haircut? Hot much? He grew a mini beard too. Now he looks like a hot 40 year old. Creep, but hot. And Nick's headband. Gay-er than before. But cuter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7994964255797996644?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7994964255797996644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7994964255797996644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7994964255797996644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7994964255797996644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1999867809454644444</id><published>2009-11-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:00:03.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Su2OYyfSbTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sl0_AWHS2z0/s1600-h/31102009070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399128084808101170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Su2OYyfSbTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sl0_AWHS2z0/s400/31102009070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xoxo, Gothic Girl ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Audrey just look like Jennifer's body to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out, she just might eat your boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you, if you're a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if you're a male in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost my second kiss yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And third kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the same person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kissed a girl, and I liked it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I love to kiss girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get how gay people can resist us sexy babes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my kisses in my life were lost to girls. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing boys just seem less appealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway can't wait you meet you guys again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those who I didn't get to meet to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1999867809454644444?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1999867809454644444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1999867809454644444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1999867809454644444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1999867809454644444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/11/xoxo-gothic-girl-doesnt-audrey-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Su2OYyfSbTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sl0_AWHS2z0/s72-c/31102009070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2884823746773232179</id><published>2009-10-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:24:42.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Suus7yI68PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xzr3jLMVeXU/s1600-h/TEEHEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398598721405120754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Suus7yI68PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xzr3jLMVeXU/s400/TEEHEE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the long bus ride to NEWater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you Chew &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, going to change in 5 mins time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Danica and the rest later for lunch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you guys so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then heading to relative's house for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later at 7.30pm watching a concert at the Esplanade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tight schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll dress up as a zombie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just maybe ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2884823746773232179?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2884823746773232179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2884823746773232179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2884823746773232179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2884823746773232179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/during-long-bus-ride-to-newater.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Suus7yI68PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xzr3jLMVeXU/s72-c/TEEHEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5567037676014262504</id><published>2009-10-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:32:09.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Followship.</title><content type='html'>Today was not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;And I blame it on Mrs. Chew.&lt;br /&gt;If she had come to school today, the last day of school would have been magical.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you Chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wore the wrong attire.&lt;br /&gt;That's nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my gpa to show up at the bus stop with my pe, waited for 20 minutes, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The wrong attire is just one tiny reason why today was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly man, silly, silly man.&lt;br /&gt;Believing all the other prefects are angels except for me.&lt;br /&gt;And you too Haz.&lt;br /&gt;Just because we are loud, and don't nod formally to everything you say doesn't mean that we're going to burn down your house.&lt;br /&gt;Since when was I rude to you or ANY of the teachers in Peirce?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking soft spoken when I talk to you teachers, because I am polite.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, polite.&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents brought me up in the best environment possible and I believe I have never snapped back or have been rude to anyone above my authority here.&lt;br /&gt;What rubbish are you blabbing honey?&lt;br /&gt;Complains from the General Office?&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't even talk to any one there.&lt;br /&gt;Then next you talk about leadership.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I don't think you have the slightest clue what leadership is.&lt;br /&gt;Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;What leadership isn't. :&lt;br /&gt;- Nodding and agreeing to whoever is talking and doing it blindly.&lt;br /&gt;- Acting like the boss infront of his/her peers and asking them to do things.&lt;br /&gt;- Acting like he/she is doing something professional or leadershipy when he/she is doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;- Pretending to be an angel infront of higher authorities and taking off that mask when infront of friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Not influencing people. Not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;- Chickening out and making up excuses when lazy or scared to do something.&lt;br /&gt;- Being a hypocrite and not living up to the values one is suppose to posses.&lt;br /&gt;- Lying infront of higher authorities and lying again lying that he/she didn't lie.&lt;br /&gt;- Able to lead a crowd but not actually leading them, but letting them astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What leadership is. :&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking one's mind and standing up for others and him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;- Being honest even if the truth is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;- Having a mind of his/her own.&lt;br /&gt;- Taking charge of him/herself and not letting other take charge of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;- Influencing other people.&lt;br /&gt;- Actually making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;- Gaining people's respect.&lt;br /&gt;- Being someone &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; and being completely stripped off a mask.&lt;br /&gt;- Able to lead a crowd and making them actually rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, does any of your 'leaders' posses any of these qualities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5567037676014262504?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5567037676014262504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5567037676014262504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5567037676014262504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5567037676014262504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/followship.html' title='Followship.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5274348462361425336</id><published>2009-10-28T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:42:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I can't believe my fingers and the piano work together so well.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought guitar was more for me.&lt;br /&gt;Piano was always more on the classical side.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; a classical side.&lt;br /&gt;Until maybe last week.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote 2 songs on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Just exploring and experimenting, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Then today Haz came over, she wanted me to teach her the piano.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a song, let me hear it.&lt;br /&gt;I tried it out, not really believing I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;Holy smokes.&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that song in like 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised with myself. Very impressed too.&lt;br /&gt;I never ever seem to be able to play my exam pieces my piano teacher gives me.&lt;br /&gt;It always seems like such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;But I realise that when I freestyle, I shock myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll give my guitar some slack.&lt;br /&gt;Call me beep me if you wanna hear em ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5274348462361425336?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5274348462361425336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5274348462361425336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5274348462361425336'/><link rel='self' 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believe what they hear from people!&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing I hate about messages or quotes getting spread to other people, the message or the sentence gets 'disfigured' along the way.&lt;br /&gt;A pretty sentence can turn into a ugly one once it has reached the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew me better not to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Families don't act like strangers when they are apart.&lt;br /&gt;I simply, do not get it.&lt;br /&gt;My door is opened, is yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that my mask is pulled off.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that many others have been wearing a mask too.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good, really good, to know that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;To take off that mask and to just be comfortable in your own skin.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know that everyone else has been wearing a mask over their faces just like me, some even longer.&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between the parties just become more real.&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel a fake bond, or a fake friendship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You know that you can be honest with each other.&lt;br /&gt;And that's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's a first REAL step to becoming just a simple, friend, then a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5907636109293577305?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5907636109293577305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5907636109293577305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5907636109293577305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5907636109293577305'/><link 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tada!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope my dream of kissing Katy Perry at the VMAs will come true ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-4076785722086995156?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/4076785722086995156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=4076785722086995156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4076785722086995156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4076785722086995156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-read-dreams-next-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5607122529840584303</id><published>2009-10-23T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:44:17.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams do come true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An achievement everyday (y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5607122529840584303?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5607122529840584303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5607122529840584303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5607122529840584303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5607122529840584303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams-do-come-true-achievement.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-958303556579767981</id><published>2009-10-14T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:02:26.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when I have that freaking guilty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Spoils all my plans and ruins my day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't skip piano lesson because I know I've done that to her many times before and I feel like the devil when she comes over to my house and I don't show up.&lt;br /&gt;Man..&lt;br /&gt;I have no school today, but I can't make any plans either cause of piano in the middle of the freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay chill, look on the brightside.&lt;br /&gt;You are free tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a friday.&lt;br /&gt;And.. You can use your time today to focus on your music.&lt;br /&gt;And finish up that song.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-958303556579767981?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/958303556579767981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=958303556579767981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/958303556579767981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/958303556579767981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-it-when-i-have-that-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1009000873543567455</id><published>2009-10-14T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:42:24.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Search Me- Katy Hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this skin, you see my heart&lt;br /&gt;Through this laughter, you feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;Even through this mask you see my face&lt;br /&gt;For you are the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows just who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you search me&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;All the secrets of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you search me&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the secrets of who you are&lt;br /&gt;And you search me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a 15 or 16 year old girl can write literature like that.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring, really.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to love Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A SEPARATE NOTE: (Note the Han quote)&lt;br /&gt;Oral today was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, by fun I mean, I was being myself, not trying to be fake and formal or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Everything came out of my mouth fluently.&lt;br /&gt;My examiner was Mrs Poh.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty scared initially cause she's old and I feared that she'll be very strict in her marking and won't except my modern sayings and language like, 'hanging out' or something.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;I went on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to Zaneta's party very soon.&lt;br /&gt;It's part of being polite to someone who invited you, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can change my piano lesson tomorrow to an earlier timing so I can help out at the factory or something.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now run along now.&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny awaits you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1009000873543567455?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1009000873543567455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1009000873543567455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1009000873543567455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1009000873543567455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/search-me-katy-hudson-through-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3205871125983149586</id><published>2009-10-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:43:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/StG3S4idC7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fpuS2h23kU4/s1600-h/katy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391291763981618098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/StG3S4idC7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fpuS2h23kU4/s400/katy+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey you might want to see this! Katy when she was 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be studying but I just sketched a new song and I'm really excited about it :)))&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can study with al these thoughts and verses and chords swimming in my head!&lt;br /&gt;It's torture!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pumped up to finish this song. I don't know if I should finish it now.. Or later after I do like one or two math questions.&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS OF LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3205871125983149586?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3205871125983149586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3205871125983149586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3205871125983149586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3205871125983149586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/audrey-you-might-want-to-see-this-katy.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/StG3S4idC7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fpuS2h23kU4/s72-c/katy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-4325668517926876639</id><published>2009-10-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:55:08.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tights finally hurting after 5 days! :)&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I was sick for a while. Very, very sick.&lt;br /&gt;Stretched during Church today.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to a wall and just did it in my Armani Exchange jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to study, watch Gossip Girl (Xoxo, Gossip Girl), then watch JONAS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay you know what forget the last one, I'd rather eat cod liver oil than watch JONAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-4325668517926876639?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/4325668517926876639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=4325668517926876639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4325668517926876639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4325668517926876639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/tights-finally-hurting-after-5-days-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6365926732857238931</id><published>2009-10-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:22:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more Beatles shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my XL squad shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;Now I can parade around Orchard Road rubbing it in people's facing that I'm from the national drama squad.&lt;br /&gt;When Danica got her squad shirt honestly, I was really really happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted it so bad, I bet it hurt, and when I saw G giving it to her, and that lit up face of hers, something bloomed inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I was more worried of what other people were thinking of me, 'Oooh Carol's not getting her shirt..'&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought about it again and I was like, 'You know what, I get it when I deserve it. And there's probably only one shirt or something.. It's cool, it's cool.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I got it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Megan Fox! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6365926732857238931?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6365926732857238931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6365926732857238931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6365926732857238931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6365926732857238931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-beatles-shirt-today-i-got-my-xl.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1430551110522906952</id><published>2009-10-09T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:15:10.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you guys didn't realize already, I changed and updated my blog mix pod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it's an iPod, no more iPod touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Down graded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT NOT IN SONGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the songs in order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Hot Air Balloon- Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chirpy, bubbly, head bobbing song that's probably playing now if you didn't pause the iPod. I played this on a stormy, rainy day and it never failed to make me dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. The Saltwater Room- Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The opening makes me cry, I don't know why. It's just simply beautiful. I repeated the beginning of this song when I want to cry on the spot at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Designer Skyline- Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another amazing, enrapturing opening by Owl City, Adam Young. Listen to the lyrics, arsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Fuzzy Blue Lights- Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, Adam Young succeeded in making another beautiful opening. Owl City just takes you to another place. Just close your eyes and visualize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Little Secrets- Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally! A different artist! I love to play this song when I'm in a dancing mood. Probably spoiled the mood of the previous song, but once the first beat of the drum hits it makes you want to get up and clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Sleepyhead- Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I absolutely love this underground band. The live version of this song isn't so bad. But I love the chorus. Any song that makes it to my blog playlist is praise worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. The Reeling- Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you just love their high 80s voice? Undeniably unique and catchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Yourbiggestfan- Never Shout Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The love of my life.. How on earth can I leave his songs out of my playlist? It's a crime. Love playing this on my guitar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Uraltalk- Never Shout Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This song has been playing in my head for the past week, I feel like I relate to it somehow. I don't know. I just love it. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Smelyalata- Never Shout Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm obssesed with this sexy beast. His vocal ranch goes sexily high in this song, oh my! Christofer Drew please be mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my 11 song playlist ends here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy world! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I'll be out of my mind and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon, so let's spend, an afternoon in a cold hot air balloon'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1430551110522906952?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1430551110522906952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1430551110522906952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1430551110522906952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1430551110522906952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-guys-didnt-realize-already-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3282454796482005867</id><published>2009-10-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:12:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait for 4.30pm, Hope and Faith on Starworld!&lt;br /&gt;(There's Megan Fox inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, paid 5 bucks to go into this airtight waterproof transparent ball thing for 6 mins while floating on water. It's at Thompson Plaza in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Went into the same ball with Vanessa, it was soo hot.&lt;br /&gt;Kept slipping cause it was so hard to balance and we slipped on condensation and our sweat.&lt;br /&gt;But it was so cool, we were like rolling on top of each other, kinda like tossing a human salad in that thing.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when we both fell, (slipped again) and her head was buried in my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like I was giving birth or she was giving me a blo.&lt;br /&gt;THEN!&lt;br /&gt;Her red coloured sweets dropped out of her pocket,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought our periods spilled or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I did like 4 somersaults and 6 cartwheels in there or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's even better than gym (y).&lt;br /&gt;So who wants to go with me? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3282454796482005867?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3282454796482005867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3282454796482005867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3282454796482005867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3282454796482005867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait-for-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7528621963008947192</id><published>2009-10-08T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:28:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Science was.. not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why everyone is saying it is, is it me?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you might want to read what happened today at piano class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Name 3 keyboard instruments created by J.S Bach.&lt;br /&gt;Carol: Err.. Recorder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no point crying over today, it's all up to tomorrow's math.&lt;br /&gt;(Determined Mulan's face)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7528621963008947192?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7528621963008947192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7528621963008947192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7528621963008947192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7528621963008947192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/science-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8078347729864687138</id><published>2009-10-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:33:46.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Why is it whe my mum leaves she always has to tear.&lt;br /&gt;It's only going to be a month.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she have like, tons of friends there or something?&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I go there it seems to me she has plently.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she look forward to seeing these people and her family there, or look forward to seeing me next time.&lt;br /&gt;Not cry about leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel gross and weird inside when I see her like that.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking me to eat properly and sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;She says that EVERYTIME she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;I eat like a pig everyday, and I hardly eat Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at 9.30 every night.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago before she left she was like, I'm worried about you but I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;See, that's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's happening, everythings fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's just your paranoid mind that keeps telling you I'm anorexic or something, that I sleep on hay and eat straws for breaskfast or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's all your mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Try thinking for once that I'm healthy and fine and you'll fine yourself much more relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8078347729864687138?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8078347729864687138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8078347729864687138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8078347729864687138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8078347729864687138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5717563232103042755</id><published>2009-10-02T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:11:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been working my ass off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying to find the part of me my friends all missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm kinda fed up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All this advice but never a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I stay or should I go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The better half of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Uraltalk by Nevershoutnever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5717563232103042755?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5717563232103042755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5717563232103042755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5717563232103042755'/><link rel='self' 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links to find out who is who.&lt;br /&gt;Woah Dree is 'liu xing' ;)&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask my China mum how to read the Chinese word Yan tagged me as.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. 'Mo suo', why 'mo suo' aye?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'll have to find out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, I'm mugging my as off now. So yeah. Sad huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8054840617540584725?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8054840617540584725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8054840617540584725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8054840617540584725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8054840617540584725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-found-out-that-yan-tagged-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5713057755907894367</id><published>2009-10-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:11:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SsX8ANXlQQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Mq_klaOt_Zs/s1600-h/YAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387989609737437442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SsX8ANXlQQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Mq_klaOt_Zs/s400/YAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get to say anything during the video shooting so here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yan, whenever I'm around you, I just can't help but feel so happy and bubbly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about you, how you're so cool with everything, how you react to things completely unexpected, how to turn out to be one of the greatest teachers I've ever met. Those few first ever minutes of vocal lessons in my life by you will always be tatooed on my mind. (Not in a stalkerish sense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ever make it to moody, and write songs for your brilliant shows, I will not fail you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You haven't heard the best of me yet, and I hope I can show that side of me to not only you but everyone around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, you are already a great and loving mother, all I can say is keep going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now for the slightly emo part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl, stop acting like a primary school kid and just talk to me man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop, just STOP being childish and acting like you're freaking 9 by giving me 'tsks' and looks and just say whatever is on your mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to be one of those ah lians poruing out their hearts in 'zxc' on their blogs and not daring to say in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5713057755907894367?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5713057755907894367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5713057755907894367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5713057755907894367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5713057755907894367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-yan-i-didnt-get-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SsX8ANXlQQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Mq_klaOt_Zs/s72-c/YAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5368527081442814254</id><published>2009-09-28T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T04:58:50.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F1 race.&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hamilton woooo!!! Guess what,&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the moment I've been waiting for for almost a year now.&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry came to Singapore apparently, for some surprise concert thing.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she didn't come, or else I would regret for life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, in 10 years time or so it would be &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; attending that F1 race.&lt;br /&gt;And it would be &lt;strong&gt;other people&lt;/strong&gt; dying to buy tickets to the race to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so let's start from Saturday, what an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is, I have to stretch every night, whether I like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Practice the finale dance and my pirouettes everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;So what if I can sing?&lt;br /&gt;I have to be an all rounder.&lt;br /&gt;I have to built muscles and gain weight so at least I'll look more presentable on stage.&lt;br /&gt;So even if I go out there with my guitar and play the most unforgettable song they have heard in months, I would not look like a twig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was pretty emotional for us, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;It really pushed us to go further.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to come to the extend where someone has to go in order to make everything better?&lt;br /&gt;It should be the other way round, we should all be good and up to standard so that no one deserves to be put in the hot spot.&lt;br /&gt;Nat told me she wanted to learn the guitar. Of course babe!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was also a time when we got to know each other more, even though we thought we already knew enough of each other.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can do it, ALL OF US CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, went to Terrence's birthday party-not-so-birthday-party.&lt;br /&gt;Meet some people, went to play some pool.&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Terrence's friends house to drop off his present.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, I peed.&lt;br /&gt;When Ellie was saying goodbye to Terrence I was like, playing background music.&lt;br /&gt;When they were still talking I played this smooth, sweet Nevershoutnever song.&lt;br /&gt;Then when they finally said bye I played 'Thing's I'll Never Say' by Avril Lavinge.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hilarious. So typical American drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so dark already, I boarded the wrong bus, I wasn't looking cause I was waving goodbye at Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. -Slaps head-&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get down the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then I boarded another wrong bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get down again.&lt;br /&gt;No money. Had to change money.&lt;br /&gt;When to Shell petrol station, unhelpful cashier.&lt;br /&gt;The cheers lady was so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mum and some friends I didn't hang out with for a while.&lt;br /&gt;She's here on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Topshop and Zara at Ion, it was human sea human ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay mum is nagging me to get off.&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5368527081442814254?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5368527081442814254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5368527081442814254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5368527081442814254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5368527081442814254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-race.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-9077399569449863334</id><published>2009-09-25T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:51:33.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought I'll do this but, thanks Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Her theory/method really does work!&lt;br /&gt;I stretched so much today I feel so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Still working on that last bit of the pierroette, that little 'kick'part.&lt;br /&gt;I will to get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;I will, trust me. I WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-9077399569449863334?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/9077399569449863334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=9077399569449863334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/9077399569449863334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/9077399569449863334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-thought-ill-do-this-but-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1129031478867934611</id><published>2009-09-22T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:24:40.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrjBVVM3V1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Bu9VRyP12d8/s1600-h/IMG_3071%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384265926733944658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrjBVVM3V1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Bu9VRyP12d8/s400/IMG_3071%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged! (By Dree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEXY CROSS EYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagging everybody out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEDS people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah lians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peirce Secondary people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pan pals (Like my pan pals know my blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pei Chun people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody who's reading this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody who has no life (Like me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody whose cable's down! (Not me! Hahaha! I have cable baby!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take a pen, or somehthing long and 'stachable'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Place it horizontally under your nose and above your lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pout and take a sexy picture, upload it on Facebook, or Blogger, like what I'm doing cause I don't get a poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag people randomly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun wasting time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1129031478867934611?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1129031478867934611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1129031478867934611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1129031478867934611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1129031478867934611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-tagged-by-dree-sexy-cross-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrjBVVM3V1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Bu9VRyP12d8/s72-c/IMG_3071%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8872488004005041665</id><published>2009-09-22T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:06:57.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After reading this, you'll think it doesn't make any sense. It doesn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5lcQnsyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UonIjI8aE7A/s1600-h/Katy+perry+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384257407413629730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5lcQnsyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UonIjI8aE7A/s400/Katy+perry+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's Katy Perry, the hot mama and huggable plushie in my dreams. Also one of my top inspirasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5gDchfSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d0nyVbEOM-M/s1600-h/Megan+Foxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384257314853322018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5gDchfSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d0nyVbEOM-M/s400/Megan+Foxy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Megan Fox, the steamy beast that heats up the room everytime I see her stoned face behind Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5ZnHriVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VmTofjSp6rw/s1600-h/Chris+drew+being+pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384257204170492242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5ZnHriVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VmTofjSp6rw/s400/Chris+drew+being+pro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. There's Christofer Drew, my sexy boyfriend that all the ah lians out there are jealous of. Standing in line beside Katy Perry, also one of my top inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey booboo :)&lt;br /&gt;Just watched part of the VMAs, just seeing Megan Fox's face made me melt.&lt;br /&gt;Can that sexy beast get any steamier?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly if I were a guy I would totally tap her any day.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to now, right now I just want to squeeze the air out of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;She looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention an inspiring actress.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch the replay of the Kanye and Taylor moment.&lt;br /&gt;The one person I look out for is Megan, the blur figure behind Beyonce's stunned face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Megan please appear at my doorstep tonight and we'll have a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I'm still passionately in love with Katy Perry, like I promised, I'm going to kiss Katy before Audrey!&lt;br /&gt;I'll beat you to her lips!&lt;br /&gt;Then we will fall in love and she'll lift me off my feet!&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on a stallion into the sunset while you curl up into a hamster and cry &gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why I never ever fall in love with a male celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Christofer Drew, he's one of my biggest inspirations, half of the songs I wrote and am still writing are all inspired from that sexy beast.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if I had to chose between Katy Perry or Chris in my room sleeping over, I would choose Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Not in a lesbian lovey dovey kiss kisss kiss kiss way, but just the fact that she's so adorable, so lovable, and tasty ;)&lt;br /&gt;I can never picture myself with Chris, even though I'll melt if he were mine.&lt;br /&gt;He's just, too old.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would totally coil myself around his drop dead gorgeous face and tatoos but he's just!&lt;br /&gt;Just, you know, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Katy's just cuter.&lt;br /&gt;I scream and squeal more when I see her, sorry Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad!&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the love of my life! I'm just a very sad, and confused little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, what was the question again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Chris is probably the first guy singer I fell for.&lt;br /&gt;But still I put Katy and the rest on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;He's so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do I choose female artist?!&lt;br /&gt;Chris is just as talented and sexy as Katy, so why is he placed below Katy in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And! Katy and Megan arn't the only female artists I like.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Gwen Stefani, I used to dream of her almost every night after I attended her concert.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Jojo, that-used-to-be-somebody!&lt;br /&gt;Who else? Avril Lavinge, that girl's name I never knew how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;And more I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;See the pattern here? All obsessions are females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Christofer Drew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;You made me normal honey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to reward you tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8872488004005041665?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8872488004005041665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8872488004005041665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8872488004005041665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8872488004005041665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-reading-this-youll-think-it.html' title='After reading this, you&apos;ll think it doesn&apos;t make any sense. It doesn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/Sri5lcQnsyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UonIjI8aE7A/s72-c/Katy+perry+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7135997999291705375</id><published>2009-09-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:36:29.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrcBO2dBeSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0zaR4QVYQxA/s1600-h/Jack+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383773234191759650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrcBO2dBeSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0zaR4QVYQxA/s400/Jack+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Claire say hi'&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't want to say hi..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy watching Summerland &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Can that show be any more addictive?&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Cole looks like Megan Fox, steamy much?&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron looked like this little elf, Jesse looked much older than Zac.&lt;br /&gt;Summerland, a must watch show!&lt;br /&gt;Life as we know it too of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to death of what to get Jack.&lt;br /&gt;I revealed one item of what I was going to get him.&lt;br /&gt;He did also. Shh.. I ain't telling! I hope to forget so when I receive it I'll faint!&lt;br /&gt;'Knowing you, you're probably going to get me something pink that says I'm gay or something.'&lt;br /&gt;How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting something really mutt or typical here in Singapore, cause typical things here are not typical there.&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's really cheap, especially in places like Peninsula or Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;What I have in mind:&lt;br /&gt;A bandana (Affordable and he claims he's going for the emo look)&lt;br /&gt;A baseball tee (Affordable and he doesn't have one)&lt;br /&gt;A scarf (Should be affordable, and he's gay, scarfs make gays boys look good)&lt;br /&gt;There, I hope he doesn't read this.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty mutt right? Especially the baseball tee part, and the best thing is, it's not in England!&lt;br /&gt;Still considering the whole overseas shipping thing though, that's why I chose all the foldable items.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the cheapness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off now I'm late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7135997999291705375?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7135997999291705375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7135997999291705375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7135997999291705375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7135997999291705375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/claire-say-hi-no-i-dont-want-to-say-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SrcBO2dBeSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0zaR4QVYQxA/s72-c/Jack+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2909651438905998325</id><published>2009-09-19T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:45:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw little Veronica today.&lt;br /&gt;She held my thumb, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;One double eyelid, one single eyelid. I'm sure when she grows up her single eyelid will become double.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't it's still very very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;She just has this, very beautiful and lovely asian face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed you Yan! You're tummy! It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I was about to go home, one of my caucasion neighbours children came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;He like maybe, 3 feet tall? Kinda reminded me of Gwen Stefani's son, Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;Golden curly hair, very cute.&lt;br /&gt;He raised his arms at me, wanting me to carry him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;But I touched his hand and smiled at him, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you have an older brother?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2909651438905998325?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2909651438905998325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2909651438905998325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2909651438905998325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2909651438905998325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/saw-little-veronica-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2339798098417566258</id><published>2009-09-15T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:53:03.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANYE'S A TWITTER WHORE!</title><content type='html'>AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift won an award at the VMAs just yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;She was such a sweetie and her voice was all cracky.&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West that drunk old boy had to take the mic from her and ruin her moment everybody was indulging in.&lt;br /&gt;He basically freaking rudely interupted her acceptance speech and said really seriously that Beyonce should have won the award instead for best music video.&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce was half smiling half gasping.&lt;br /&gt;I could see Megan Fox's face at the background behind Beyonce, she looked stoned but like 'Ohhhh' at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox was soooo steamy :)&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this really awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was like, looking at her award, then back at the booing crowd.&lt;br /&gt;My jaw was wide open, like literally.&lt;br /&gt;Arn't you already embarrassed that you're standing next to a 19 year old teenage that's taller than you Kanye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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WHORE!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7300448187121256584</id><published>2009-09-12T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:54:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations G and Yan!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Veronica in person. &lt;br /&gt;It's going to be like meeting some celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE VERONICA FANG IN PERSON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7300448187121256584?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8169468490639116521</id><published>2009-09-10T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:45:23.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHAII.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's going today. I just want to say, even though I don't know you well.&lt;br /&gt;You have left a mark on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Like Habibah said, 'Even though you are unnoticable, when people notice you, you are unforgettable.'&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have said it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering where the pictures I took are.&lt;br /&gt;They are in my very screwed up camera, which is now being sent to repair.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm using some 7.1 megapixel camera. Nuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon camo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you too Rachel, Nas, and Audrey &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8169468490639116521?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8169468490639116521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8169468490639116521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8169468490639116521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8169468490639116521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohaii.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8824200683316536803</id><published>2009-09-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:20:48.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets see,&lt;br /&gt;I postponed paino lesson to tomorrow, in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget Carol!&lt;br /&gt;Had tons of fun today after school.&lt;br /&gt;Nini's mum took Shan and I to Ion.&lt;br /&gt;First went over to her house and saw New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;No not the movie, her kitten.&lt;br /&gt;This palm size puffy head fuball. Nawwww.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Topman, Nasri influence. And bought this guy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;For me, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go about screaming, 'Hey look! I had fun last night!'&lt;br /&gt;Mocked those really gay dressed mannequins on display.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Penin after that. Just for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the cult shop, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cloudy and cold, even from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the satanic sign thing. I forgot what they wrote at the window. Some about magic.&lt;br /&gt;I warned them that those cult people may just kidnap you any second if they thought you were 'The chosen one'.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched movies!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't go in. I think before I do things!&lt;br /&gt;Nini and Shanine on the other hand, were curious and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Nini was shivering the whole time, poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to walk strangely, so I'll seem spastic.&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect people usually won't be 'The chosen one'.&lt;br /&gt;I twitched too, and kept scratching my leg. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed our heads off dancing and headbanging in the car, and pressing our noses against the window while watching people's reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I did the 'Shhhh..' finger on my lips thing to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;They stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;I pissed just a little.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better!&lt;br /&gt;WEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8824200683316536803?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8824200683316536803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8824200683316536803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8824200683316536803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8824200683316536803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-see-i-postponed-paino-lesson-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1028911609507094540</id><published>2009-09-07T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:43:15.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URGH! Don't you just hate it when songs you like become famous?!&lt;br /&gt;I hate the radio, stupid broadcaster.&lt;br /&gt;And then you go around and all those ah lians are singing it and destroying it.&lt;br /&gt;Brats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1028911609507094540?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1028911609507094540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1028911609507094540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1028911609507094540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1028911609507094540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgh-dont-you-just-hate-it-when-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7232048871226982351</id><published>2009-09-07T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:52:16.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to say sorry for making you guys wait.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea you guys were waiting for me at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself and my lack of transportation knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I hate traveling alone, especially to places I've never been to before.&lt;br /&gt;I always end up walking around the whole building, like literally.&lt;br /&gt;Then the place I'm suppose to go will always be the point where I started from.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm fated or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heard Kim and Yi Wei or someone waited for me for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are truely saints. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And Kim actually cared to hug me goodbye when she was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to love Kim.&lt;br /&gt;The primary one kids were like little ninja pickles.&lt;br /&gt;G put me in charge or this girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's her name, I just know her role name, Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;She says 'I might not' as 'I'm na'&lt;br /&gt;I made her repeat 'I might not' like 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by tomorrow, she can say it. *Cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Rachel wore a baseball shirt, like me! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I told you! I was about to leave the house, I didn't have time to change!&lt;br /&gt;Also, my phone is down. So is my camera. So is my watch.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaooow.&lt;br /&gt;What a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping at Topshop, Nasri influence.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy all the male clothes, so when I wear them, it screams,&lt;br /&gt;'I slept with my boyfriend last night!'&lt;br /&gt;Just kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;Hilary's getting her squad shirt this week, if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She deserves it. A hundred percent.&lt;br /&gt;She's devoted, commited, and talented.&lt;br /&gt;And she only joined for like, a month or so?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's up with adults rubbing my head?&lt;br /&gt;Like, maybe four adults rubbed my head this week.&lt;br /&gt;It is some way of sucking youth out of children or something.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I actually like it, except when my dad does it infront of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Nooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7232048871226982351?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7232048871226982351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7232048871226982351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7232048871226982351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7232048871226982351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-of-all-i-want-to-say-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6783243433810762628</id><published>2009-09-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:14:43.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had fun today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6783243433810762628?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6783243433810762628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6783243433810762628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6783243433810762628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6783243433810762628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8735338039761867587</id><published>2009-09-05T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:46:46.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy I improved on the dance by a leap. &lt;br /&gt;All the hard work and practice really paid off.&lt;br /&gt;My left hand side of my head is throbbing slightly. &lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to upload the pictures at Sam's farewell today on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yummy cake.&lt;br /&gt;6 of the pictures with Sam in it, Sam blinked.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Beatric better today. We talked. Shared.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a dream of us talking one to one, like getting to know each other once.&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago. But still.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is too cute. You should see the way she eats fries.&lt;br /&gt;Completely no expression, just stuffing her mouth with fries. &lt;br /&gt;Like some guinea pig or something. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Audrey!&lt;br /&gt;Failed to make a video with Dree again. :(&lt;br /&gt;But making a video tomorrow with Rachel! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'm going to rest now, you know, chill.&lt;br /&gt;Before going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8735338039761867587?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8735338039761867587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8735338039761867587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8735338039761867587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8735338039761867587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-happy-i-improved-on-dance-by-leap.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7571425162157059133</id><published>2009-09-04T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:23:34.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need I say? Blogger is down. Okay I'm starting to get the hint it's my computer. I'm telling you, Blogger is out there to get me.&lt;br /&gt;So, Kim finally updated her blog. After ages! I promise, her blog with starting to go mouldy.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be people coming over to my house later on. Some dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;Poor gma, working so hard. &lt;br /&gt;Bought two chickens and some pasta sauce for her just now, even though I was dog tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little angel. &lt;br /&gt;Gma and gpa going to church camp from Thursday to Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;Rachel may be coming over, &lt;br /&gt;woopie!&lt;br /&gt;Who else wants to come?&lt;br /&gt;We'll do our nails, talk about boys, talk about blowing the Jonas brothers, talk about blowing Shane Dawson.. Basically blowing whoever you want to blow!&lt;br /&gt;It'll blow your mind away!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Awkward..&lt;br /&gt;Yay there's Teds tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna record a song with Dree, my ninja pickle slash beehive.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going shopping with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh em jeee! &lt;br /&gt;We're gonna talk about boys, talk about blowing the Jonas brothers, about blowing Shane Dawson, &lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7571425162157059133?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7571425162157059133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7571425162157059133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7571425162157059133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7571425162157059133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-i-say-blogger-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2517380502852548254</id><published>2009-09-03T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:52:38.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so my holiday is pretty much packed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping with my dad. I know, shocking. But I guess there's no harm.&lt;br /&gt;And he seems excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;I can totally picture the entire drama exam choreography in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Afiq, his sick dance moves. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I inspired him to want to play the guitar. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to learn? Just tell me, and I'll teach you. I don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I CHEW.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Yan's already thinking of Pierrot III. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to write the love song. :)&lt;br /&gt;I do already have some tragic love songs in my song book.&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, I HAVE no love life. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;That explains my sad, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind writing another tragic love song, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a joy, writing songs with other people is just plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me your stories, DONATE!&lt;br /&gt;Called Afiq on msn just now,&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, you DO have personality.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying you're boring!&lt;br /&gt;You are as colourful as a rainbow unicorn!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2517380502852548254?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2517380502852548254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2517380502852548254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2517380502852548254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2517380502852548254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-my-holiday-is-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8525239188683540658</id><published>2009-08-29T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:38:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we took a break from dancing and did some debating today :)&lt;br /&gt;Chris was Twilight's sword.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice was their shield.&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I were Eclipse's bamboo sticks. I don't know how that's a compliment. &lt;br /&gt;Hakim was our jupitan. Har-dee-har.&lt;br /&gt;LC, our care taker.&lt;br /&gt;The rest Han didn't say =_=&lt;br /&gt;Interesting debate, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told G what I wanted to tell him. I'm elated :)))) And relieved. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Pierrot now, the ones posted up on Youtube by Yan.&lt;br /&gt;Woah Afiq gave me goosebumps! &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that boy's dance moves are SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8525239188683540658?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8525239188683540658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8525239188683540658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8525239188683540658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8525239188683540658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-we-took-break-from-dancing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1363797679295212256</id><published>2009-08-26T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:55:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the record.&lt;br /&gt;I love Nevershoutnever. I love underground music,&lt;br /&gt;I love some mainstream music.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like underground music makes me happier and more inspired.&lt;br /&gt;I may have found out about Nevershoutnever only months ago.&lt;br /&gt;But I love him to the extend that I write songs because of Chris.&lt;br /&gt;My fashion is moulding into Chris.&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I heart him, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;I love Owl city and how it gives me goosebumps. I don't like it for any other reason.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why I brag about it and a reason why I love to show it off.&lt;br /&gt;I won't show off crap music.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why I love headbands, cause I love Chris and I love how I look in it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't follow Chris and look like a bannana at the same time. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you. I love you more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just blurting how I feel through my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have friends who fight and have arguements. Than have friends who agree with&lt;br /&gt;each other 24/7 and never fight. So this is a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1363797679295212256?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1363797679295212256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1363797679295212256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1363797679295212256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1363797679295212256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2910531331059704214</id><published>2009-08-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:06:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized how much I missed Disney!&lt;br /&gt;And The Sound Of Music. &lt;br /&gt;And ABBA. And Mamma mia. &lt;br /&gt;And all my childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just camwhored like woo! Just now.&lt;br /&gt;Completely inspired by Dakota. &lt;br /&gt;I drew all over my face and all. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the squad. Saturday's approaching. Weee! :D&lt;br /&gt;Call me and we shall talk till.. Our tounges.. Glow in the dark..?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, everybody check out www.myspace.com/bunniesattackproject&lt;br /&gt;They only have 1 full song. &lt;br /&gt;They should get signed NOW. It sounded so professional I didn't believe it was Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's it. &lt;br /&gt;OH! Veronica egg is going to crack open next week!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see her and carry her and smell her and carrass her sensually and.. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I heart Haz's headbands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2910531331059704214?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2910531331059704214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2910531331059704214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2910531331059704214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2910531331059704214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized-how-much-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3160801545420960001</id><published>2009-08-23T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:53:34.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So some condo minister and a group of photographers and interviewers just came to my house moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well more of the doorstep of my house.&lt;br /&gt;I was compose and cool as usual ;)&lt;br /&gt;When the photographer snapped a picture of me I can't believe I gave him a sassy diva look.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of look Rachel gave in her blog display picture.&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;I love being in the centre of attention ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3160801545420960001?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3160801545420960001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3160801545420960001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3160801545420960001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3160801545420960001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-some-condo-minister-and-group-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-169389898439282575</id><published>2009-08-22T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:04:23.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes are puffy and swollen. My whole face is numb.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe squad training today.&lt;br /&gt;Basically we were asked to tell each other in our face our negative points.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how harsh it was. True friends will be honest to you.&lt;br /&gt;I took this time as a pillar of strength for me, like Dree said.&lt;br /&gt;No ouch, no change.&lt;br /&gt;I got some harsh comments, some I agreed on, some I disagreed on.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, thanks for telling me how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;It means a lot, what I said was from my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it hurt you. If my words were offensive, I tried to be as tactful as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was basically crying uncontrollably, literally.&lt;br /&gt;I started weeping when I saw Nadhrah's eyes was welded with tears.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I cried either. &lt;br /&gt;Audrey told me to prove to everyone that doesn't believe in me that I can do it. Thank you so much for being harsh and honest at the same time. I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;And Ellie I love you so much, for your scolding for your encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole time that I was crying was probably because I was listening to Dree and Nasri tell their stories. &lt;br /&gt;Also I want to be a singer songwriter so bad it hurts yet I don't know which way to head for that journey.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I broke down. I promise you, crying with the squad is like...&lt;br /&gt;Doing 2 girls 1 cup. &lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But I promise I'll work hard and cut off my slack.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I slack too much.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you guys told me, I've taken note.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 'Teehee' is getting so overrated. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS The video I filmed with my camera with all of the eyes and everything isn't turning out the way I wanted it to. I suck at editing. Yan's camera is still the best! (y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-169389898439282575?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/169389898439282575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=169389898439282575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/169389898439282575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/169389898439282575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-eyes-are-puffy-and-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3868298163198547366</id><published>2009-08-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:15:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my. I was this close to breaking down just moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher is cool but urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I don't know how to do it cause she'll scold me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play it or write the note don't cause she'll scold me for getting it wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault that I don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;Well excuse me for being immperfect.&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking, oh just do you work carefully and thinking twice before writing the note down.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;If it was that easy I would be doing it every week.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is she tells me in that voice, 'Don't make me scream at you.'&lt;br /&gt;Like any other typical person would say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to show her attitude or at least defend myself because she's my aunt's friend.&lt;br /&gt;I've defended myself before by the way, what do I get?&lt;br /&gt;'Don't argue.' In that pissed of voice.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;I can understand if I'm a slow student but please be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3868298163198547366?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3868298163198547366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3868298163198547366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3868298163198547366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3868298163198547366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5314306081766996006</id><published>2009-08-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:31:39.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I prayed for you, ya know that?</title><content type='html'>So it's raining pretty heavily now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Translations by Light the city.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing song. I'm banging my head even though I'm suppose to be curled up in a small ball now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogger is down once again. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so I figured since it was raining I decided to spare a thought for my family and friends out there. I was afraid they might be stuck in the rain or something. &lt;br /&gt;So I said a quick prayer for my grandma, and if it was raining in Shanghai I prayed for my family there too.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my friends in Thompson plaza(Ellie and haz) so I prayed for them too.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about someone else. &lt;br /&gt;Even though that person was being insincere and was mad at my friends and I.&lt;br /&gt;I still prayed for that person, cause I knew that person lived a long distance away.&lt;br /&gt;After I said 'amen'. I was like wow. &lt;br /&gt;I just prayed for that person I never thought I'll pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wrote another new song. Pretty deep song actually.&lt;br /&gt;Aight, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5314306081766996006?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5314306081766996006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5314306081766996006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5314306081766996006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5314306081766996006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-prayed-for-you-ya-know-that.html' title='I prayed for you, ya know that?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5760599450981083265</id><published>2009-08-20T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:42:29.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! BLOGGERS BACK!</title><content type='html'>Yay blogger's back!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so.. It's going to be saturday in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Nini :)&lt;br /&gt;I want to get an iPod, or at least an mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Christofer Drew has been making vlogs lately! GAH I LOVE MY BF!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Don't say I'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's beside me now.&lt;br /&gt;I said byebye to Freddie like ages ago. I'm so over that girl.&lt;br /&gt;Also, did I mention?&lt;br /&gt;My exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;Byezxc!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over you!&lt;br /&gt;We're through!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother calling me!&lt;br /&gt;I deleted you in my contact list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm listening to A Rocket To A Moon now. Amazing band. CHECK THEM OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5760599450981083265?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5760599450981083265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5760599450981083265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5760599450981083265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5760599450981083265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-bloggers-back.html' title='YES! BLOGGERS BACK!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-939520174559309821</id><published>2009-08-18T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T03:33:36.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There IS something wrong with my blogger.</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's two days before my exams end and I'm freaking excited for my amazing shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even plan anything yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;So who's in?&lt;br /&gt;I know Rachel, Dani, Kim, Nas. Dree? &lt;br /&gt;We'll see, I'll ask around :) &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm getting excited when that's maths tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Oh em jay. EM JAY. R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Go study Carol. Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I more thing. I hate it when people treat me like I'm below their league.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pointing out to anyone. But just, I'm not stupid or uglier than you or anything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I LOVE UNDERGROUND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-939520174559309821?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/939520174559309821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=939520174559309821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/939520174559309821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/939520174559309821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-something-wrong-with-my.html' title='There IS something wrong with my blogger.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5593402764082380930</id><published>2009-08-16T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:02:18.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't post any pics on Blogger.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!&lt;br /&gt;\:D/&lt;br /&gt;That's you, since my blogger is STILL down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been busy exploring underground music yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly for the documentry. Don't want to use mainstream songs. &lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING HATE MAINSTREAM.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly because it's a joy and I had so much fun doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I found out 3 new amazing bands.&lt;br /&gt;May not be your cup of tea, but they are different, head bobbing, and a total breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;Ellie didn't even realize that she was bobbing her head when I sent her the Owl City song, Hot air ballon.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it wasn't even tiring to me. It was my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many ideas for the documentry :)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Dani, come to me and I shall share :))&lt;br /&gt;Also Nasri, I don't mind helping out with the Children of Asia thing. &lt;br /&gt;Music is my life but I find great interest in these things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music is my life.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so related to Marie Digby when she said music was what she thought about 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;br /&gt;''From the second I open my eyes to the second I close them to fall asleep. Who knows maybe I even think of it while I sleep!''&lt;br /&gt;Without passion, you will go no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Byezxc&lt;br /&gt;(Detect my ah lianess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I don't do illegal. I ask people to :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5593402764082380930?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5593402764082380930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5593402764082380930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5593402764082380930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5593402764082380930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-post-any-pics-on-blogger.html' title='I can&apos;t post any pics on Blogger.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2195976146537456544</id><published>2009-08-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:44:54.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER IS STILL DOWN! BLAST!</title><content type='html'>No. 1&lt;br /&gt;Kim found out about about Mr. Kerb. Oh well, there goes all my hopes and dreams. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're not mad Kim, if you want to spank me you have to spank Rachel too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2&lt;br /&gt;STOP USING TOUCH MY SLIMY UGLY SMELLY PERVERTIC NUDE HAND AS YOUR BLOG MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't like the song. &lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's invading my privacy and it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a new song. Who wants to hear it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-2195976146537456544?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2195976146537456544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2195976146537456544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2195976146537456544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2195976146537456544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-down-blast.html' title='BLOGGER IS STILL DOWN! BLAST!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-4235425696038276948</id><published>2009-08-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:32:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh em jay. Exams. I don't really like exams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to study. But it's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Why does studying make the weather hotter?&lt;br /&gt;Must be some sciencetific thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-4235425696038276948?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/4235425696038276948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=4235425696038276948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4235425696038276948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4235425696038276948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-em-jay.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-169787435388119707</id><published>2009-08-09T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:38:38.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upstairs, in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Just came up from that little National Day Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Caucasions have personality.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care so much bout Singapore. Guess that's why I'm up here.&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of fun people down there! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Good food. But I don't really know a lot of my neighbours so I felt kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;I took a sip or red wine. I think I'm going to throw up some pubic hairs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-169787435388119707?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/169787435388119707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=169787435388119707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/169787435388119707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/169787435388119707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/upstairs-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6737209607895331280</id><published>2009-08-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:31:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so, yesterday Yan annouced that Rachel, Dani and I would be filming a behind the scenes documentry for Pierrot.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I saw it coming but I was apauled still.&lt;br /&gt;I mean directing? Me? Documentry? Carol shi?&lt;br /&gt;Well okay maybe it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming up really soon so it'll end pretty soon too.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure this thang doesn't end up like some typical boring documentry that everybody expects.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest inspiration now would be Shane Dawson. He seems to make everything different, funny, and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Rachel and Dani, let's make it rock \m/&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone can use my camera, it's only 10 mega pixels.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll find a way I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give us suggestions and ideas. Or help. That'll be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Yan saw me as the main person  doing the documentry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure what she saw yet, but if she saw something, means she did see something.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Off to study now bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Dree laughs like a little ninja pickle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6737209607895331280?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6737209607895331280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6737209607895331280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6737209607895331280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6737209607895331280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-yesterday-yan-annouced-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7864297683177282155</id><published>2009-08-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:03:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is still being a homo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought Kim her present. So cute okay :3&lt;br /&gt;This robot thing on facebook says I will marry Jack. &lt;br /&gt;ION is bull poop. &lt;br /&gt;Got a lot peace stuff today. (y)&lt;br /&gt;More friendship bands. I'm so hippie-ish. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. I'm going to study now. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday then Sat! &lt;br /&gt;Bye ninja pickles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7864297683177282155?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7864297683177282155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7864297683177282155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7864297683177282155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7864297683177282155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-being-homo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-4751210602483347508</id><published>2009-08-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:26:22.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip to the third song on my blog and you will see my boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>Okay. I was in the lift, on the way up to my house. And I was singing as usual to keep my mind away from thinking about scary things. &lt;br /&gt;So I was the point when I went, 'Yeaaaaahh..' I was singing with emotions and stuff, like real face expressions and all. Since I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden the lift door opened.&lt;br /&gt;I was still like, 'Yeaaaah-' Until I saw this woman infront of my face.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widened, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I just paused, it was so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was still open and I had that cringed up face while hitting that high note so you can imagine how embarrassing it was.&lt;br /&gt;She giggled a little I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the shame!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I said, 'Oops sorry.' &lt;br /&gt;Then scurried off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Ellie's houe is huge.&lt;br /&gt;And I love your guitar Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get myself a nice electic guitar after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Should I go back to Shanghai on Friday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-4751210602483347508?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/4751210602483347508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=4751210602483347508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4751210602483347508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/4751210602483347508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/skip-to-third-song-on-my-blog-and-you.html' title='Skip to the third song on my blog and you will see my boyfriend!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7453240336567509321</id><published>2009-08-01T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:38:16.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger has issues.</title><content type='html'>So Haz has H1N1. &lt;br /&gt;No big deal okay. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of people who freak out and act like she doesn't have a kidney or something.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;H1N1 is just like the seasonal flu. It's just titled H1N1 cause people have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;The people who died, died because they either have weak bodies or some other disease that caused their death.&lt;br /&gt;Haz get well soon hope you see you in school! &lt;br /&gt;I need to you make me laugh! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for TEDS :) (y)&lt;br /&gt;Nasri, Dree and Kim didn't come. I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Gabriel came today for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Ellie seems to socialize pretty well, I'm happy for her :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get the hang of the dance, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be able to do these things but now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some CPI hour thing after that.&lt;br /&gt;The woman who talked into the microphone talked really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;She made me pee.&lt;br /&gt;Voted for Jason, and this maid lady. TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;Yay they both got in ^^&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my Youtube account is gaining subscribers again! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for subscribing to me, it means so much.&lt;br /&gt;Every subscription is a step closer to becoming a Youtube partner! :)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm still mile away from becoming one but still.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the people who subscribe to me don't unsubscribe. &lt;br /&gt;It's not nice. &lt;br /&gt;You subscribe to that person means you stick with that person for life.&lt;br /&gt;Similar to soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Going to study soon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkk, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7453240336567509321?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7453240336567509321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7453240336567509321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7453240336567509321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7453240336567509321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-has-issues.html' title='Blogger has issues.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8534061463699645013</id><published>2009-07-31T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:19:17.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm resting my guitar on my lap and watching some 'how-to' videos.&lt;br /&gt;How to play what song, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;You and me by Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder by Boys like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne songs. The acoustic kind. The fresh, simple music.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inspired now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start writing later.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for my gift and passion. And for letting me do what I want to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that didn't sound snobbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8534061463699645013?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8534061463699645013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8534061463699645013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8534061463699645013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8534061463699645013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-1683979961210112575</id><published>2009-07-31T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:02:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teds tmr (y)</title><content type='html'>Yay Thespians tomorrow ^^&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hug everyone and welcome ellie and gabby.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go watch my birthday video for Chris and Dreee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/happyhappycarol"&gt;www.youtube.com/happyhappycarol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow words spread fast.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a good day for me man.&lt;br /&gt;I hit Vanessa like, 17 times. Got ignored and dissed by SEETOO. And.. something else I forgot :/&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side there's Thespian training tomorrow :D (y)&lt;br /&gt;I am ashame to announce that I bought a pair of FBTs for TEDS on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;My first pair of FBTS. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing songs again. Love it. Although I need more inspiration cause my life just isn't sad enough :/&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a new guitar. I neeeeeeeed to :U&lt;br /&gt;Pink :) Or maybe the normal colour one. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I also need to make some shirts with rachel haha.&lt;br /&gt;1. Shanaynay! IS THAT A PUBIC HAIR? (Lol but I can't wear pubic hairs to Church though!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Neverhoutnever! (I designed it already. Rachel go check your email. P.s Chris is my inspiration. And fashion icon.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fred tee!&lt;br /&gt;4. TEEHEE! (TEEHEE!)&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay gtg peace out homie g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-1683979961210112575?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/1683979961210112575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=1683979961210112575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1683979961210112575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/1683979961210112575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/teds-tmr-y.html' title='Teds tmr (y)'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8559567768349457522</id><published>2009-07-30T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:57:21.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday chris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Christopher's birthday today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay \:D/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol let's go far east or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay enjoy life and find your perfect match kaykaykay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.s the video is now on youtube :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8559567768349457522?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8559567768349457522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8559567768349457522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8559567768349457522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8559567768349457522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-chris.html' title='Happy birthday chris!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7995521948596935521</id><published>2009-07-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:09:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Dree!</title><content type='html'>Awwh it's Dree birthday! &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ya little ninja pickle :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I edited a picture for her, but idk how to post it on blogger =_=&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I' not human. &lt;br /&gt;Btw I'm uploaded a video for dree and chris this very moment. &lt;br /&gt;So you can check it out later at happyhappycarol (y)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!!! &lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best and just know that I've got your back okay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Peace out suckah! &lt;br /&gt;:-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7995521948596935521?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7995521948596935521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7995521948596935521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7995521948596935521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7995521948596935521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-dree.html' title='Happy birthday Dree!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8681454900217475689</id><published>2009-07-14T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:33:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Queen only 17.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Haz and I peed again today. In the field :) Rolling around :)&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you this.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I love hugs.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna rate some hugs (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz- (L)&lt;br /&gt;Shan- Nice hugs :)&lt;br /&gt;Dom- Super tight!&lt;br /&gt;Dani- Ily:)&lt;br /&gt;Nini- Yay I'm taller! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ellie- Aww nice hugs too.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa- Hi five hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly- HARD core hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq- Warmer than carebears.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel- Warmer than singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel- I-can't-bear-to-leave-you hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Nasri- 'Bye Carol!' hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Dree- Love you &lt;33 ^^&lt;br /&gt;Audrey- LOL. Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice- Cute pants :}&lt;br /&gt;Kira- Nawww :3&lt;br /&gt;Chris- So hard =_= ily anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;Habs- (y) hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Nat- Nice hugs too kay.&lt;br /&gt;Jack- LOL never hugged him. But warm in my dreams ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll rate someone tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;Byeee xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8681454900217475689?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8681454900217475689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8681454900217475689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8681454900217475689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8681454900217475689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/pee-queen-only-17.html' title='Pee Queen only 17.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-351001398072619557</id><published>2009-07-11T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:37:40.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Transformers WHORE!!</title><content type='html'>Boo! Have you watched Transformers yet? If you haven't, go fly to a cinema and watch it now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it. I watched it twice, it was that good. I don't care about what the critics say that it has no plot.&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm never eating from Prata House ever again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;I got diarrhoea after devouring the curry. Haz and Ellie got constipation.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Prata House = Shitting problems.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Thespians training is getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;I think.. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow I said the 'L' word :)&lt;br /&gt;Next week I have to sing for g. Hmm choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thinking of you -Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. Does anybody hear her -Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;3. Man in the mirror -Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I love Katy Perry, and 'Thinking of you'. But 'Does anybody hear her' seems like a more appropriate song to sing. I love 'Man in the mirror' too, R.I.P MJ. Oh well.. We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;P.s I don't tag cause I'm not human.&lt;br /&gt;Byee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-351001398072619557?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/351001398072619557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=351001398072619557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/351001398072619557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/351001398072619557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-transformers-whore.html' title='I&apos;m a Transformers WHORE!!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6381912542226177450</id><published>2009-07-10T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:57:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SlcrFhiA1MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/54XpZFncuoo/s1600-h/mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356797655680865474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SlcrFhiA1MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/54XpZFncuoo/s400/mee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? Fred isn't funny anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/shanedawsontv"&gt;www.youtube.com/shanedawsontv&lt;/a&gt; is (y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought some tees today at Peninsula. It's my first time shopping there. I know.. I'm an alien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah I gotta know how to bargain more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Hmm uncle.. I only have 13 dollars..' (Sad face) ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes tomorrow there's Thespians! :) But I hate waking up early though.. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still.. It's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I wonder if there's a role for singing.. I'll sing a Michael Jackson song in tribute of the KING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of MJ, have you seen his oldest son Prince Michael I?! No not the one with the creepy name Blanket. The hotter one. YES, he is sooo hot. That floppy luscious golden hair, that pair of electric blue, mesmerizing eyes, those wash-board abs.. Is it weird cause he's like, what 11? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. (Oh my I'm a pedophile.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, yes I do have a Youtube account and I do make videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go find it yourself :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you a hint: superdupersadsuperdupersadcarol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so there! I officially updated my blog (y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byyyyeeee :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ab sails down* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6381912542226177450?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6381912542226177450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6381912542226177450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6381912542226177450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6381912542226177450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SlcrFhiA1MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/54XpZFncuoo/s72-c/mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-496478380532866370</id><published>2009-03-07T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:28:56.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvq5RSHmI/AAAAAAAAANg/hoNt2EiN4Gs/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310711168318447202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvq5RSHmI/AAAAAAAAANg/hoNt2EiN4Gs/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvm1GofRI/AAAAAAAAANY/Tp98mCWwsGw/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310711098480557330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvm1GofRI/AAAAAAAAANY/Tp98mCWwsGw/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvgzTD_VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cAtwBevUfIE/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710994916605266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvgzTD_VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cAtwBevUfIE/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvdLx9S7I/AAAAAAAAANI/E7ZeQiCy-1Y/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310710932769164210" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNuoES1d1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5tGmqSRlaiM/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNukX8P_MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tG7mVlOj1r4/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709956781014210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNukX8P_MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tG7mVlOj1r4/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNubv7dtEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FAVZawq_YFw/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709808601347138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNubv7dtEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FAVZawq_YFw/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNuWEk8aHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/erHgPZWru_8/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709711064819826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNuWEk8aHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/erHgPZWru_8/s400/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNuOgny3pI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LSa7mH0l7E4/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709581154016914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNuOgny3pI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LSa7mH0l7E4/s400/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are some pictures of the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First few with were taking during kitchen duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun fun fun:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the lick the leftover icing off the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was on Cross Country Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Kapahala's house to change.. It's just a walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that little girl? That's her lil sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's as cute as a button! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a couple of pictures of Domy when she was a baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then lastly, pictures from yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Pasta Mania (Isn't it obvious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Nini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, gtg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out homie g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5774379427120694341-496478380532866370?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/496478380532866370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=496478380532866370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/496478380532866370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/496478380532866370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-these-are-some-pictures-of-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SbNvq5RSHmI/AAAAAAAAANg/hoNt2EiN4Gs/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5201770180856372613</id><published>2009-02-27T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:28:17.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahoy mateys! Haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. Well here's a few updates on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I lent my psp out for one week. And next week too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) The strawberry chocolate is delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I've been watching the new season of American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I've been writing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I'm dying to watch Marley and Me, although Owen Wilson looks ugly in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also want to go out with a T-rex, Supergirl, and Spongebob. Oh yes, and I've been chosen to play the role of Melissa Marie for SYF. Training is kind of fun, although it makes my knees ache. And , life has more than one opportunity. Trust me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay that's all folks, hope to catch up with you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5201770180856372613?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5201770180856372613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5201770180856372613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5201770180856372613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5201770180856372613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5863352572975166874</id><published>2009-01-30T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:14:10.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPnPyu5-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/h871j65D4F0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305859879004130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPnPyu5-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/h871j65D4F0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPc3y9DuI/AAAAAAAAALI/TP-KP3BIvS4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305681638788834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPc3y9DuI/AAAAAAAAALI/TP-KP3BIvS4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPYTHRyaI/AAAAAAAAALA/AzUH7qb0ofA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305603072444834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPYTHRyaI/AAAAAAAAALA/AzUH7qb0ofA/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPVHyV-bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aJYOi86-aJo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305548492241330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPVHyV-bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aJYOi86-aJo/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPSSrRrlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sQhiZNbADM4/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305499875782226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPSSrRrlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sQhiZNbADM4/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPPQID6pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ks4Q83svfT8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305447651601042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPPQID6pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ks4Q83svfT8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPLYhz12I/AAAAAAAAAKg/feOGBTO9n_U/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305381187606370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPLYhz12I/AAAAAAAAAKg/feOGBTO9n_U/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPHJ6oh3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/38hxJcBuNtY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305308545714034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPHJ6oh3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/38hxJcBuNtY/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPBgo18AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0jnoiobhWH8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305211565895682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPBgo18AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0jnoiobhWH8/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO-v2kusI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EId5D-V_tc/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305164110412482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO-v2kusI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EId5D-V_tc/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO5S8qS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nKLNoZuqXQ0/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305070451968962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO5S8qS8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nKLNoZuqXQ0/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO2FQ4ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9vTO0uN3Tew/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297305015239075010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPO2FQ4ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9vTO0uN3Tew/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOzNbddAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Sg5ylv7MMA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297304965891322882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOzNbddAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Sg5ylv7MMA/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOv8NrgJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MPWpUU_a3K8/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297304909730513042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOv8NrgJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MPWpUU_a3K8/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOseYxVoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-uvxGmjOq0U/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297304850184361602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPOseYxVoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-uvxGmjOq0U/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went bowling at Island Country Club with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't win.. But it felt really good to just play and regain some of my 'skills'. Took alot of videos of me bowling:) Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to eat dinner at this chinese restaurant until I was stuffed. Then my dad took all the kids to watch lion dance at east coast. They were late. Which isn't a bad thing. Cause we played pool and all that at the bar:) Funfunfun. I must say Co and I played fairly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then sang some karaoke.. One song only.. Cause we had to go home, our families were nagging:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could go there again.. Although the &lt;em&gt;deena&lt;/em&gt; bar person &lt;em&gt;week-ed&lt;/em&gt;. In other words he wasn't very friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, overall I had alot of fun:) Hopefully one day I can take you there too! You'll love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5863352572975166874?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5863352572975166874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5863352572975166874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5863352572975166874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5863352572975166874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SYPPnPyu5-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/h871j65D4F0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3793893714241313263</id><published>2009-01-26T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:57:50.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU4S9_zcS_M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU4S9_zcS_M&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3793893714241313263?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3793893714241313263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3793893714241313263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3793893714241313263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3793893714241313263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-video-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-107903894713853747</id><published>2009-01-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:53:43.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I met Fann Wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrIEzinIHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ShPUyggWXVw/s1600-h/011+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294764296807850098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrIEzinIHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ShPUyggWXVw/s400/011+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrIAojOPPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5-XS5RfjHig/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294764225138146546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrIAojOPPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5-XS5RfjHig/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHrDal4vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/soZAtQI7SRE/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763854392582898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHrDal4vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/soZAtQI7SRE/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that sparkling thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHm1k00AI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZXbO11DeZdQ/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763781957931010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHm1k00AI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZXbO11DeZdQ/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was laughing REALLY loudly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHh444SOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/C27YS7D5NMg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763696948005090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHh444SOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/C27YS7D5NMg/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry they're so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHdBm4MNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EAlyraGgHqs/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763613389074642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrHdBm4MNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EAlyraGgHqs/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was at the premiere of the movie The Wedding Game, starring Fann Wong and Christopher Lee.. And major hottie Hei Ren, the taiwan host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum's friend got us tickets there, she was inside too.. For like 1 minute. And Tao Li, for about 1 second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say the little buffet was cute but come on! More food! Sheessh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yes, Fann Wong is very tall in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really over react like how I did when I saw Gwen Stefani.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well at least I got to watch the movie and see some celebrities:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go watch the movie, pretty funny actually. Not as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise when I become a star I shall invite all you lovely peasants to my premiere too, for free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be posting my video of it soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-107903894713853747?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/107903894713853747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=107903894713853747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/107903894713853747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/107903894713853747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-met-fann-wong.html' title='How I met Fann Wong'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXrIEzinIHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ShPUyggWXVw/s72-c/011+resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5666716521783342562</id><published>2009-01-20T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:46:46.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.. What a windy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXWdOyCfxaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8_DB7VgKVT0/s1600-h/005+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293309814319859106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXWdOyCfxaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8_DB7VgKVT0/s400/005+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXWdFFaaB4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hy74dcv_IP0/s1600-h/004+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293309647721727874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXWdFFaaB4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hy74dcv_IP0/s400/004+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's wrong with either my camera or computer. It can't seem to upload the videos I take. Well only short ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the ones that last for less than a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrr.. I feel so frustrated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After endless tries.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to post videos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh wasted my precious time making it in the first place.. Can't even upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone help me please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says my disc doesn't have enough space but I already deleted so many videos pleeaassee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you thank you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from now on I only can make videos that last for less than a minute-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5666716521783342562?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5666716521783342562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5666716521783342562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5666716521783342562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5666716521783342562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh-what-windy-day.html' title='Sigh.. What a windy day..'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SXWdOyCfxaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8_DB7VgKVT0/s72-c/005+resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-8897729919358340705</id><published>2009-01-14T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:50:06.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3e0loUrJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tODHirHBxKc/s1600-h/006+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291130132266003602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3e0loUrJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tODHirHBxKc/s400/006+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3evzA49yI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h6078Ex0nXI/s1600-h/003+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291130049959360290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3evzA49yI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h6078Ex0nXI/s400/003+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3en_MTtJI/AAAAAAAAAII/sCkfnyf5lqs/s1600-h/002+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291129915789522066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3en_MTtJI/AAAAAAAAAII/sCkfnyf5lqs/s400/002+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3eceePx0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/AKObWtV-BN8/s1600-h/001+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291129718027831106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3eceePx0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/AKObWtV-BN8/s400/001+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so cool! We're learning&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; ballroom dancing&lt;/span&gt; for drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired up with Domy Kapahala, who by the way just joined drama with Danica:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wise choice girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Shanine with Dani.. And guess who with who?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PHOEBE &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;EAGAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMJ they look sooo cute together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say Eagan looks pretty good when he's serious, argh I didn't take a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were both pretty good dancers okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha you should've seen that sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone was like 'OMJ! They look so sweet!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, will be looking forward to drama more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now have to practice my hill billy accent if I want to get that role!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-8897729919358340705?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/8897729919358340705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=8897729919358340705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8897729919358340705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/8897729919358340705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-update.html' title='Drama update!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SW3e0loUrJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tODHirHBxKc/s72-c/006+resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-7435629691083039606</id><published>2009-01-13T02:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:25:08.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martians</title><content type='html'>I am the great inventer!&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes a go I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;toasted&lt;/span&gt; a marshmallow..&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;smeared&lt;/span&gt; it on chocolate chip ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm.. Boy oh boy does it taste dee-lee-cious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nice recipe huh? See, I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a inventer:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; My cough is &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much better. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-7435629691083039606?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/7435629691083039606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=7435629691083039606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7435629691083039606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/7435629691083039606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/martians.html' title='Martians'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-2551308710803034942</id><published>2009-01-12T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:46:52.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so very sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWsruhj5XvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_dmJgVHZXI/s1600-h/001+extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370265559686898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWsruhj5XvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_dmJgVHZXI/s400/001+extra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWsrnDwJ6mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-coR3_hSE8c/s1600-h/002+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370137298954850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWsrnDwJ6mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-coR3_hSE8c/s400/002+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's doing down dawg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Aswir's birthday outing yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took two miserable pictures. Not even with everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least Nini's got a video of everything:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the sad part all of you have to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to break it out to you but I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't recovered since Sec 1 orientation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad I can't sing in the shower anymore. I love doing that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially since now I'm totally in love with the song 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.. God please heal me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today was the little O levels results day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw some sad faces. Quite a few actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope they will move on and study hard in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't cry over spilled milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for those who did a good job. Good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well got to go now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol.&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/5774379427120694341-2551308710803034942?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/2551308710803034942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=2551308710803034942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2551308710803034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/2551308710803034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-very-sick.html' title='I&apos;m so very sick.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWsruhj5XvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_dmJgVHZXI/s72-c/001+extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-5400556524305027488</id><published>2009-01-10T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:27:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Recruitment Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhn3pN-iRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oeNUZPYhdj4/s1600-h/006+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289591968001591570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhn3pN-iRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oeNUZPYhdj4/s400/006+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnt9qclrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2h97UUvn6Rc/s1600-h/005+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289591801691018930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnt9qclrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2h97UUvn6Rc/s400/005+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an egyptian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnpCkxHdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/66rqpR80OWQ/s1600-h/004+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289591717110029778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnpCkxHdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/66rqpR80OWQ/s400/004+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnj0BGoTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fCKWzdcfZ8g/s1600-h/003+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289591627303002418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnj0BGoTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fCKWzdcfZ8g/s400/003+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnYgHUKSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SZ_wRErakAY/s1600-h/002+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289591432981784866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhnYgHUKSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SZ_wRErakAY/s400/002+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhl_8pysXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i5aL0G7vNX4/s1600-h/011+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289589911634227570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhl_8pysXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i5aL0G7vNX4/s400/011+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhl8cibXhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bE-DbMvoozY/s1600-h/010+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289589851473796626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhl8cibXhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bE-DbMvoozY/s400/010+resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow my life is interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; on the train with Haz and Shanine there was this lady sitting beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on the way to (I forgot), to buy some materials for the CCA registration day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Shanine joked about punching my face, and suddenly, this fist just went up infront on my nose! Good thing it didn't touch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was this lady whom I think has a bit of a '&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;disorder&lt;/span&gt;', well I just smiled of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she was like, 'They say want to punch what,' jokingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just turned to Shanine and gave her a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on the girl asked me my name and school. I tried to be as nice as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then!&lt;/span&gt; While I was like talking to Shanine, she started &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twirling&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then started &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pulling&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to freak out of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people sitting across me were like a bunch of lifeless dummies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I said Shanine help, and then she stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily we went off quite early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what on earth right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not her fault. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh just today, we had our CCA recruitment thing and that stupid Praise kept &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;stealing&lt;/span&gt; our 'customers'! GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Haz and I were playing the guitar at Starbucks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were singing together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attracted a ang mo mother and son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, it was pretty cool. We made the son stop crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. Nothing left to say, I'm super &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-5400556524305027488?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/5400556524305027488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=5400556524305027488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5400556524305027488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/5400556524305027488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/vanessa-im-egyptian.html' title='CCA Recruitment Day!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SWhn3pN-iRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oeNUZPYhdj4/s72-c/006+resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-3386526052745720307</id><published>2009-01-06T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:38:55.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework.</title><content type='html'>Hey there readers! &lt;strong&gt;Guess what I'm doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing homework! &lt;strong&gt;Guess what homework?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese book review!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; reviewing the book..&lt;br /&gt;But that's the only book I can review cause all my other books are well.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;Well I could if I wanted to, but sadly I'm a &lt;strong&gt;good girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I owe my mum one compo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll write it by this week, just be patient. I have &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; of homework.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm getting used to my new maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Koh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing about her is she's not as systematic as Ms Lee aka. &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Low.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the only one in class who doesn't 'strongly dislike' her.&lt;br /&gt;Well I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go back to writing that book review!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be posting pictures soon! Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-3386526052745720307?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/3386526052745720307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=3386526052745720307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3386526052745720307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/3386526052745720307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework.html' title='Homework.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774379427120694341.post-6545261300945499930</id><published>2009-01-05T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:14:06.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH&lt;/strong&gt;! I was up almost &lt;strong&gt;all night&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday cause my whole body was itching so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am allergic to something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well today ate Long John &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt; with Hazwani and Vanessa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't know a &lt;strong&gt;surprise guest&lt;/strong&gt; was 'following' us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still call ask me count to 5 then mysteriously appear out of no where-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways I just packed my bag and did some studying:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that was &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope I don't rash &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; Like my blog music? BAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774379427120694341-6545261300945499930?l=buttering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/feeds/6545261300945499930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774379427120694341&amp;postID=6545261300945499930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6545261300945499930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774379427120694341/posts/default/6545261300945499930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttering.blogspot.com/2009/01/argh-i-was-up-almost-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577062361388049579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hy5mEJ0IrwA/SkcX48TF-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/FFpSNh5vHRY/S220/wind+up_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
