<?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-20365755</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:06:08.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Flame of Friendship</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-5241074309059086981</id><published>2007-02-26T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:14:57.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrrr, I had a big shock. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to log into Blogger, the stupid service said that my password wasn't valid, so I totally panicked and tried all my passwords (yeah, for every account, I have a different one).&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that my stupid email address was spelt wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;Today just seemed to fly by.&lt;br /&gt;All the lessons weren't tedious AT ALL ("HAPPY FOR PETE'S SAKE DAY!"), and, to top it off, we had  inter-class captain's ball games!!! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;All the classes were sorted out into five teams, in random order, then we went up to the open-air basketball court and divided the area into FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;I was in Team Three. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't even COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE MY TEAM WON ALL&lt;/strong&gt; (okay, so we only played two games, against SE and PR -.-) &lt;strong&gt;OUR MATCHES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But PR was quite tough lah.&lt;br /&gt;The girls can throw the ball really far.&lt;br /&gt;And I was like totally screaming in fustration because when I kept knowcking the ball away from the goalie, I always seemed to knock the f-ing ball out of the &lt;em&gt;court&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;%DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-5241074309059086981?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5241074309059086981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=5241074309059086981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/5241074309059086981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/5241074309059086981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/grrrrr-i-had-big-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-5928252632645349405</id><published>2007-02-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:53:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted for the longest time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, while I was having Chinese tuition, a tree fell and blocked the road leading out of my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which meant that my teacher was stranded, and therefore gave her and excuse to give me another 1 1/2 more hours of tuition. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my little sister had to take a detour to my cousin's house from school.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here are some pictures:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033520858069927810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RdqojTrHB4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/k-cTLoshEw8/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033520398508427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RdqoIjrHB3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/M3EH5oZBWjQ/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Big tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;%DRAMAQUEEN(:&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/20365755-5928252632645349405?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5928252632645349405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=5928252632645349405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/5928252632645349405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/5928252632645349405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everyone-d-havent-posted-for.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RdqojTrHB4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/k-cTLoshEw8/s72-c/IMG_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-4499492205021042922</id><published>2007-02-15T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:53:38.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTIRE CONTACTS LIST ON WINDOWS LIVE MESSENGER WAS DELETED.&lt;br /&gt;RE-ADD ME IF I'M NOT ON YOUR CONTACTS LIST, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dramaqueen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-4499492205021042922?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4499492205021042922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=4499492205021042922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4499492205021042922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4499492205021042922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/shoots.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-6438983790961584751</id><published>2007-02-14T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:48:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*DADDY'S TEN RULES OF DATING*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ If you pull into my carpark and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes to big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of you date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about World Cup, Politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:&lt;br /&gt;1. Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a&lt;br /&gt;wooden stool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing,&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;3. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce&lt;br /&gt;my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything&lt;br /&gt;other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her&lt;br /&gt;throat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided;&lt;br /&gt;movies which features chain saws are okay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hockey games are okay.&lt;br /&gt;6. Old folks homes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveways you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD...&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha. SO FUNNAYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-6438983790961584751?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6438983790961584751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=6438983790961584751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6438983790961584751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6438983790961584751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/daddys-ten-rules-of-dating-rule-one-if.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-2049779707962611837</id><published>2007-02-08T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:14:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today we went to the Bird Park! 8D&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot of photos, and bonded really well with a senior!&lt;br /&gt;So here are the SNAPSHOTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsfYzrHBrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ntW6F9xFFlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029147919937636018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsfYzrHBrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ntW6F9xFFlQ/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029147520505677474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsfBjrHBqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FeD7ec6OMMo/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Esther POH(PIAH) and I, on the bus to Jurong Bird Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcseLDrHBpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JAyZ-DNzJtc/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029146584202806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcseLDrHBpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JAyZ-DNzJtc/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you think I'm going to pay $12/15 for a photo with a bunch of parrots, you're crazy. Besides, my Canon Powershot is &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; much better than any Nikon or Konica! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsdmzrHBoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PUe9UltpX8A/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029145961432548994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsdmzrHBoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PUe9UltpX8A/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birds of a feather flock together indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsdCDrHBnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8bMFyUU_nZg/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029145330072356466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsdCDrHBnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8bMFyUU_nZg/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcscQzrHBmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rLHcqeZ-pCU/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029144483963799138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcscQzrHBmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rLHcqeZ-pCU/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah Cheng (Stage Left Manager) got bird poop on her, courtesy of one of these fellas. Poor Sarah...&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029143478941451842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsbWTrHBkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oFMD-1m9D3A/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They actually sell food at the Lory Loft, and the birds come a flockin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029142800336619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsauzrHBjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/phdhf874syU/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Denyse and Joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsaXDrHBiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YzJU-aF1Atg/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029142392314725922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsaXDrHBiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YzJU-aF1Atg/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace out, brudda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsZ1DrHBhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ovrc54NoqCw/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029141808199173650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsZ1DrHBhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ovrc54NoqCw/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How to count in... BIMBO LANGUAGE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsXlTrHBgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1V25qtJ3R3U/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029139338592978434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsXlTrHBgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1V25qtJ3R3U/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsXXDrHBfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8wGbrbIaIyk/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029139093779842546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsXXDrHBfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8wGbrbIaIyk/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029138518254224850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsW1jrHBdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vic8Xri8mX4/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt; FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029138144592070082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsWfzrHBcI/AAAAAAAAADw/oCqljKDpoXo/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Elizabeth, me, Melli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029137397267760562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsV0TrHBbI/AAAAAAAAADo/uMmc71DhBZU/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JOY, MELLI, ME: *Gasp* Did you see that???&lt;br /&gt;SHAMEERA, ELIZABETH, DENYSE LOOK BLUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was waaaaaayyyy FUNNN! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&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;/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/20365755-2049779707962611837?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2049779707962611837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=2049779707962611837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2049779707962611837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2049779707962611837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-today-we-went-to-bird-park-8d-took.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RcsfYzrHBrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ntW6F9xFFlQ/s72-c/IMG_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-370255252357999090</id><published>2007-02-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:52:09.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I managed to put off my oral presentation for this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third time's a charm, my duckies. Third time's a charm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-370255252357999090?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/370255252357999090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=370255252357999090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/370255252357999090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/370255252357999090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-believe-i-managed-to-put-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-8510893296779537855</id><published>2007-02-06T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:37:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today wasn't too bad, not counting the 9/15 I got from the History test. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We made our quail eggs' shell dissolve in Science today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mine was a late bloomer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took like so long to get the shell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I christened it JUBILEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's sisters with Chaisy's egg DIEGO, and roomies in the little clay house I made in Art with Shammy's egg (OZZY).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funnaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drama today was SO TIRING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not very fun, lah.&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;OHOHOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUKNOWWHICHTEACHER didn't come today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're unfeeling little witches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But at least we didn't need to do our presentation! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we spent the period decorating our class for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHINESE NEW YEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Yayye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hong bao na lai!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The design is so prettiful, mann. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aishah, Ristine, AT and I strung little hongbao lanterns across the railings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice(((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to start decorating again tomorrow!&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%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;%DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-8510893296779537855?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8510893296779537855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=8510893296779537855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8510893296779537855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8510893296779537855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-9039505266704953087</id><published>2007-02-02T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:01:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was funnn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For drama, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the day, I was constantly looking at my watch to see how long it would be until recess.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Shams and I were eating lunch, we got approached by this girl:&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Are you from Drama?&lt;br /&gt;US: Uhm. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Is it compulsory to wear PE clothes for Drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLs. So funny. Now, I feel so... seniorish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT TO KNOW FOUR JUNIORS! XD&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But like only one of them knew who I was from the Sec One orientation play.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were all so blur.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this girl in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;She was twirling these two small buunches of hair on the sides of her head, going, "Ehehehe! Ehehehe!"&lt;br /&gt;oO&lt;br /&gt;I hope she isn't from Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To me dear wardie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, she most probably won't know who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even mention her name lols.&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;333333 my ward! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-9039505266704953087?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9039505266704953087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=9039505266704953087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9039505266704953087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9039505266704953087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-funnn-for-drama-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-7765830275791076496</id><published>2007-01-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:07:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN YOUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) GUESS WHO SHOT DOWN MY SPEECH?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I was making EYE CONTACT, okayy????????&lt;br /&gt;God, what the hell is your PROBLEM???&lt;br /&gt;And people, when giving speeches, DO read from the bloody script!!!&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson, you will see me rolling my eyes and looking at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how YOU like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TOO MUCH HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;I have got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Music&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;Geography poster&lt;br /&gt;Geography workbook&lt;br /&gt;Tuition teacher's homework (Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) HAD A RUNNY NOSE ALL DAY LONG&lt;br /&gt;Now I look like a clone of Rudolph, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Someone should&lt;em&gt; ban &lt;/em&gt;bad days.&lt;br /&gt;Even better:&lt;br /&gt;ban HOMEWORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-7765830275791076496?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7765830275791076496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=7765830275791076496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7765830275791076496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7765830275791076496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-youuuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-9024675614862768275</id><published>2007-01-29T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:18:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating, I know...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Shams, Angie, Joy and I (the four DRAMlets!) went to watch &lt;em&gt;Everything But The Brain &lt;/em&gt;at the Esplanade last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at six, then went around Esplanade Mall looking for something to eat. We decided on Oishii Sushi, but then we found out that they cooked pork on the same wok as everything else (I know there's a name for this, but I can't seem to remember it now), so Shameera couldn't eat there. In the end, Angie and Shams went to Chocz while Joy and I stayed in the Jap. place, taking very random pictures ("Look! H2O!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shameera and I went SHOPPING while Joy and Angie tried to finish the unfinishable chocolate fondue. Sadly, I couldn't find anything nice. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to the Theatre Studio.&lt;br /&gt;COPIED FROM SHAM'S BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the 2006 Life! Theatre Award for Best Original Script, ACTION Theatre's &lt;em&gt;Everything But The Brain,&lt;/em&gt; written by Jean Tay, is a witty, comedic and heart-wrenching play about a physics teacher who tries to find ways to turn back time to save her stroke-stricken father - with the help of three boisterous bears, a handsome doctor and Albert Einstein's Theory of Relativity.&lt;br /&gt;This sparkling new production directed by award-winning director Samantha Scott-Blackhall will transport you into an unforgettable world where science meets hearts, a daughter rediscovers her own dad and a stroke of genius leads us on a magical path to an oasis of love and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Widely acclaimed as one of the best original Singapore plays ever written, &lt;em&gt;Everything But The Brain &lt;/em&gt;will energized your brain, touch your heart, uplift your spirit and make you see your family in a different light. A must-see for all, especially physics-lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO I SAW AT THE PLAY???&lt;br /&gt;YES, THAT'S RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;MR. CHOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to have a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAMEERA IS A JINX.&lt;br /&gt;When she went to watch Cirque du Soleil, she saw him there, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the play was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;So sad, though.&lt;br /&gt;Pam Ooei didn't get together with Timothy Nga in the end. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, Shameera, we know you think he's hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LUNCH TIMEEEEE! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;%DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-9024675614862768275?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9024675614862768275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=9024675614862768275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9024675614862768275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9024675614862768275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-1655144995384405038</id><published>2007-01-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:34:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was uber boring.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher was the boring-est of them all.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help finishing my English formal letter, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama...&lt;br /&gt;Was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-1655144995384405038?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1655144995384405038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=1655144995384405038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1655144995384405038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1655144995384405038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-uber-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-4585621511995786686</id><published>2007-01-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:24:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATEHATEHATEHATE THAT STOOPID WEI KIM, WHO PLAGARISED JOYYY'S WORKS AND CALLED THEM HER OWN.&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;"YOU CAN WRITE TOO!" SHE SAYS.&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;WHAT THE FU**.&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;HELL, IF &lt;em&gt;SHE &lt;/em&gt;SAYS WE CAN WRITE OUR OWN POEMS, THEN WHY DOESN'T SHE DO JUST THAT?!&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;SHE JUST TOOK JOYYY'S SHORT POEMS AND &lt;em&gt;LUMPED &lt;/em&gt;THEM TOGETHER TO MAKE A REALLY LONG POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE EVEN COPIED THEM &lt;em&gt;WORD FOR WORD.&lt;/em&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;WHAT THE FU**.&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;SEE HER BLOG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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 MEAN, SHE EVEN TOOK MY BLOODY (former) URL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOESN'T SHE HAVE AN OUNCE OF IMAGINATION IN THAT PIGGY BRAIN OF HERS???!!!&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;AND ALL WE'VE GOT OF HER IS A DAMN BLURRY PICTURE OF HER TAKEN IN ROLLERBLADES, PROBABLY AT EAST COAST PARK.&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;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE MAKES ME &lt;em&gt;SO &lt;/em&gt;ANGRY.&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;SHE HAS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON, THAT FUGGIN' PLAGARISER.&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%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;!DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-4585621511995786686?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4585621511995786686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=4585621511995786686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4585621511995786686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4585621511995786686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hatehatehatehate-that-stoopid-wei-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-7780088361986457731</id><published>2007-01-21T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:18:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiest of birthdays, Lizzie!&lt;br /&gt;She's now five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some pics when my dad wakes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-7780088361986457731?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7780088361986457731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=7780088361986457731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7780088361986457731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7780088361986457731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/happiest-of-birthdays-lizzie-shes-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-2514924994688163390</id><published>2007-01-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:11:04.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREFECTS' INVESTITURE!</title><content type='html'>Hihi peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Currently at school right now. &gt;&lt; (Angie and Joy made me go.)&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Christine are running around the track right about NOW.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;So crazy over fitness, those two.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the fact that we took our height and weight today.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I grew THREE cm! =D&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me 164cm. =D&lt;br /&gt;However, I gained about 800 grams since I last weighed myself. D=&lt;br /&gt;I'm tipping the scales at 43kg now, but I probaly weigh more on account of me just having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best lesson of the day was LITERATURE!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fern(andez) made the whole class laugh AND tear.&lt;br /&gt;She was telling us how some relief teacher, who was an old SC girl, complained about some school's girls who had very bad personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;To be specific, they didn't shave.&lt;br /&gt;=O We were all like, "EEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;Will not mention this school's name, for fear of having this blog spammed yet again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all cried (okay; I &lt;em&gt;felt &lt;/em&gt;like crying, but I didn't, okay!) when we went through "Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, he's the guy who wrote &lt;em&gt;The Red Pony &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Should read the first two books: they're really good! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mrs Fern made us cry by quoting this sentence from George when he and Lennie were talking about having ketchup with their beans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: &lt;em&gt;If it [ketchup] was here, you could have some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennie: &lt;em&gt;But I wouldn't eat none, George. I'd leave it all for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, no?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in the end, George shot Lennie through the back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Stupid author.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm one of those people who prefer HAPPILY EVER AFTER endings.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to surf the net! :)&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-2514924994688163390?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2514924994688163390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=2514924994688163390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2514924994688163390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2514924994688163390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/hihi-peeps.html' title='PREFECTS&apos; INVESTITURE!'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-202945873470787712</id><published>2007-01-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:05:32.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had SYF drama rehearsal today.&lt;br /&gt;Got to be the STAGE MANAGER! ;D&lt;br /&gt;(I figured I wouldn't be so damn &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; if I was.)&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah (stage left manager. I'm stage &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;) and I got out a notebook and started jotting down practically everything Mr. Choy said during those three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sarah just mentioned that Mr Choy has a &lt;em&gt;sun tattoo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer. I've always thought of tattoos as painful and infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly NIL in the inspiration department.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on the first draft of the stupid Commonwealth Essay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I hate compo.s, unless I have the creativeness at that time lah...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up these by tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;-Geography comic thingy&lt;br /&gt;-History workbook thingy&lt;br /&gt;-Maths worksheet thingy&lt;br /&gt;-Memorise Chinese thingy&lt;br /&gt;-Do Music Scope &amp; Poem thingy&lt;br /&gt;-Do Science Theory Workbook, Chapters Two and Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, they are LOADING US DOWN WITH IT over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God for the weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-202945873470787712?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/202945873470787712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=202945873470787712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/202945873470787712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/202945873470787712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-syf-drama-rehearsal-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-8453182058717853644</id><published>2007-01-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:24:23.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raot9UWZUSI/AAAAAAAAABc/-GkxschNBtg/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019875266115752226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raot9UWZUSI/AAAAAAAAABc/-GkxschNBtg/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Crazy Horse! LOLs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaotO0WZURI/AAAAAAAAABU/zXgGWMpWJLY/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019874467251835154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaotO0WZURI/AAAAAAAAABU/zXgGWMpWJLY/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the BEST picture.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I TOOK IT!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, look at the PSSs!&lt;br /&gt;On top is Christine, Min-Wei is the one in &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;, Rachel's in purple and the white one with all the gold chains is Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaosnUWZUQI/AAAAAAAAABM/5PNntwrxGdc/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019873788647002370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaosnUWZUQI/AAAAAAAAABM/5PNntwrxGdc/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo! XD Haha. Look at Minnie's loooooooooong fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaosJ0WZUPI/AAAAAAAAABE/xkw4DuJW558/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019873281840861426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaosJ0WZUPI/AAAAAAAAABE/xkw4DuJW558/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONKAYYE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaorlUWZUOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9PTkT4nSGM/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019872654775636194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/RaorlUWZUOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9PTkT4nSGM/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raoq90WZUNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jyCZBkhj8Bg/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019871976170803410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raoq90WZUNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jyCZBkhj8Bg/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLASTIC SPASTIK SPATULAS! XD (Minus Laura. She left early... )= ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raoqe0WZUMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3a4trVobPrg/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019871443594858690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raoqe0WZUMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3a4trVobPrg/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahh, we're WACKY! &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;Went to Sarah's place today for OM project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite productive; managed to identify our problem and allocate duties and discuss the script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also managed to upload the photos in my Canon into my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yesh, I ain't very tech-savvy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to know how to save them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_- Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the photographs! &lt;333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!DRAMAQUEEN&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/20365755-8453182058717853644?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8453182058717853644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=8453182058717853644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8453182058717853644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8453182058717853644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/talk-about-crazy-horse-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4pC_Ke6zlI/Raot9UWZUSI/AAAAAAAAABc/-GkxschNBtg/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-544441323708562520</id><published>2007-01-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:27:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;During Home Ec. lesson the other day, I went onto 1SE 06's blog (Ranita was bugging me to).&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't feel comfortable tagging the blog with my own name, I used Wei Yi's.&lt;br /&gt;(Remember I told you that she was my Home Ec. partner?)&lt;br /&gt;Then I just went back to visit and everyone was making a big fuss over Wei Yi tagging.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Wei Yi! =^^=&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing the STOO-PID brochure thingy-majiggy for HE on minerals, vitamins, yaddayaddayadda...&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously BORINGG...&lt;br /&gt;So is MoV.&lt;br /&gt;No offence, Shammy!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Listening to SE's "Hip's Don't Lie" song.&lt;br /&gt;(It's on their bloggy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil depressed that we have TESTS on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DRAMAQUEENY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-544441323708562520?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/544441323708562520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=544441323708562520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/544441323708562520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/544441323708562520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-8843731017944671250</id><published>2007-01-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:22:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYE!&lt;br /&gt;WE CHANGED THE BLOGSKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more butterflies, Rachel! ;D HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogskin is coooolll 'cause there are THREE girls in the pic;&lt;br /&gt;And how many people own this blog?&lt;br /&gt;That's right--&lt;br /&gt;THREE! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Today was BORRINGG...&lt;br /&gt;'Specially Home Ec.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher did the PowerPoint slide show so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even get to write down the important stuff. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Wei Yi and I (partners!) typed everything down.&lt;br /&gt;But those things we typed weren't so imp.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geog., everyone was so &lt;em&gt;placid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we were all feeling a little sleepy, and Shammy even put her head on the table while 'writing down notes'.&lt;br /&gt;I let her copy mine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the NOISIEST RAP period ever.&lt;br /&gt;People were screaming, running around, sitting on tables...&lt;br /&gt;While I did OM with the PSSs and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should give Ratio her own title.&lt;br /&gt;She's already part of the group! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOYYY FRIEND! XDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YES, YOUR NAME IS JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;JOY BRINGS HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;JOY &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BY THE TIME YOU SEE THIS, YOUR B'DAY MIGHT BE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BUT REST ASSURED THAT WE'LL TREAT YOU EVEN BETTER THAN BEFORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(So you should start thinking about being nicer to &lt;em&gt;us.&lt;/em&gt; NO MORE STUPID SHAKING/HOLDING HANDS PERVERT JOKES, Y'HEAR?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUCHLOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-8843731017944671250?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8843731017944671250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=8843731017944671250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8843731017944671250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/8843731017944671250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/yayye-we-changed-blogskin-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-6291717164957445600</id><published>2007-01-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:57:29.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year. XD</title><content type='html'>Well, it's two days into school and I already hate some Sec Ones of 07.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like when Joy and I were handing out fliers ("Join Drama today-- you know you want to!") a couple of them went, "Well, I'm sure I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; want to."&lt;br /&gt;F*** them.&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND during our performance for them, yes, they laughed, but a couple of them rolled their eyes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;F*** THEM, too!&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I'm now in GY ("Gee, why?" " 'Cause we're your trump cards!") with AT, Lil Sis and Ristine! XD Sitting next to Shameera, with Lesley and Wei Yi in front of us. Two prefects are sitting behind us. =O haha, &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; ones though-- Jephine and Angie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention Drama got FIFTY-FIVE applicants???&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Although I hear Choir got 107.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2007, EVERYONE! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-6291717164957445600?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6291717164957445600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=6291717164957445600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6291717164957445600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6291717164957445600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-xd.html' title='New Year. XD'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-4160440346396870011</id><published>2006-12-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:33:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE! =O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having parties over the last three days, and still have more to go to after the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went out with AT, her little sister, Lil Sis and Miin.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fun. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, it was &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;party for my mom&amp;dad's friends, including Lil Sis's parents and Briggie.&lt;br /&gt;And now the party for my mom's relatives is in full swing, and I, as usual, have snuck upstairs to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully the guests will distract my mother and father for a little while longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I absolutely&lt;strong&gt; HATE &lt;/strong&gt;parties?&lt;br /&gt;I can tolerate them if one or two close friends of mine are there. Really.&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that practically all parties have little tykes?&lt;br /&gt;Who scream really loudly at the top of their lungs?&lt;br /&gt;And drop food on themsleves?&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention wreck the entire host/ess's house?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's the main reason why I hate these gatherings so much.&lt;br /&gt;So far, Alexandria (dad's friend's daughter) and the twins (mom's cousin's daughters) have gone into my room WITHOUT PERMISSION and hid eggs in there, only to take them out again and toss them at each other.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I lost my temper, screamed at them to scram, pushed them out the door and locked it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my mom's other cousin's daughter and son (Michelle and Bryant) are insisting that they come upstairs to 'explore' the house (translation: wreck the house) and have tried to squeeze themselves into my sister's little chair (imagine the Goldilocks Breaking Baby Bear's Chair scene; those two aren't exactly pixies) and her little one-seat Mercedes (it didn't move. Thank God I removed the battery beforehand).&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I hate parties.&lt;br /&gt;But at least the presents make up for it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I almost forgot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas to all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to all a good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-4160440346396870011?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4160440346396870011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=4160440346396870011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4160440346396870011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4160440346396870011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-all.html' title='Hello all.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-4545844664054958834</id><published>2006-12-20T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:45:20.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid parent(s)</title><content type='html'>In every teenager's life, he/she will curse and swear at his/her parents for being so impossibly stupid ("Look, you're the first kid, so we have no idea how to treat a teenager.").&lt;br /&gt;My moment to do this has come.&lt;br /&gt;My !@#$ ing father (oooh, alliteration) deleted all--ALL-- of my Windows Live Messenger Contacts from my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who spent half an hour frantically trying to unblock and put the right contacts in their right groups.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;to clean up &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; mess.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the whole "Why are there boys in your contacts list" thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO shred of privacy from my father.&lt;br /&gt;He even threatened to confiscate my handphone if I touched his precious notebook (laptop) one more time.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck him.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how HE'D like it if I deleted all of his contacts from his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Hrms, not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what happened if you don't see me around online or blogging or smsing anymore, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-4545844664054958834?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4545844664054958834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=4545844664054958834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4545844664054958834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4545844664054958834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-parents.html' title='Stupid parent(s)'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-1758551960838379992</id><published>2006-12-19T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:47:11.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days to Christmas,</title><content type='html'>and I haven't even gotten presents for... um, about 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells. I'll just give it to them when we go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;One achievement, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINISHED ALL MY XMAS CARDS! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OKAY, it didn't take very long.&lt;br /&gt;These cards are going out to a SELECT few.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But I guarantee that everyone of the PSSs is going to get one.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the "What Writer Should You Be?" quiz from Blogthings.&lt;br /&gt;I was a Poet. =))))))&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, however, I was a Romance Writer.&lt;br /&gt;EEYER. &gt;=P *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;Romance???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's waaaaaaay too complicated to explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And waaaaaay too hard to cultivate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN. =)&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/20365755-1758551960838379992?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1758551960838379992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=1758551960838379992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1758551960838379992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1758551960838379992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/6-days-to-christmas.html' title='6 days to Christmas,'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-1714651163418748360</id><published>2006-12-15T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:40:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop till you Drop.</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a long while, due to the fact that no one was tagging and therefore no one would care whether or not I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;But three tags gave me hope, courtesy of Rics, Caryl and Ratio. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me. I'm in a weird mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the much talked about VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that it's BIG.&lt;br /&gt;VERY BIG.&lt;br /&gt;After walking through the entire second floor, I felt even more tired than when we had to run 2.4km for our annual NAPFA test.&lt;br /&gt;(So much for my stamina.)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. I never did get to go to Gap.&lt;br /&gt;Found a huge Gasha-Pon station at Vivo. Minnie would like that. (Hurhur.)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen my friends for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's in Oz.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah left last Saturday to who-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;Laura got back last Sunday, and she's having an Xmas party next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Min-Wei got back on the day Sarah left (go figure) and is currently unavailable to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is the colour of white cotton candy gone dusty.&lt;br /&gt;It's crying.&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. But inside, I feel like crying, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DramaQueen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-1714651163418748360?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1714651163418748360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=1714651163418748360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1714651163418748360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/1714651163418748360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/shop-till-you-drop.html' title='Shop till you Drop.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-4381092607375228913</id><published>2006-12-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:15:26.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>Something happened today which my 8 Days horoscope predicted would happen.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people don't believe in astrology and stuff, but...&lt;br /&gt;I think that they're something to be taken notice of.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-4381092607375228913?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4381092607375228913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=4381092607375228913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4381092607375228913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/4381092607375228913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/fact-or-fiction.html' title='Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-9182328181594578106</id><published>2006-12-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:20:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Ris.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Ris (and ONLY Ris) today.&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/em&gt; with her and my mum. The Amigos are funny, but I didn't get most of the story, y'know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Then my stupid brother spilled all his Iced Lemon Tea on my mum. -_-&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ris and I walked to Heeren, where she bought two shirts from 37degrees. (She just tried on two and bought them. I could never make a decision like that so fast.) We also took some seriously screwed up neos. XD Hurs.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked (again) to Ngee Ann City, and Miss Ristine played with my Canon Powershot. Don't see what's so good about it. Oh wells. Bought two pairs of socks from Commode, which, really, means 'outhouse'. I had a good laugh over that, and Ristine looked at me all weird.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Yoshinoya. Since the two of us weren't hungry, we shared a combo. meal, and joked about how other people might think that we were poor. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around for a bit, and I bought two files and these folding paper thingies from Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to The Body Shop where I bought lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;THEN THENTHEN we walked around some more, and found a Gramaphone outlet!!!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we hadn't discovered it earlier, or I could've bought some CDs. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ris had to go home, but I went to meet my mum (who had gone on a shopping trip with my siblings) at the toy section of Taka. Then after shopping for their stuff, we went to ANOTHER Gramaphone (the Paragon branch) and bought a couple of CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very satisfying day. For me, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-9182328181594578106?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9182328181594578106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=9182328181594578106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9182328181594578106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/9182328181594578106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/outing-with-ris.html' title='Outing with Ris.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-6809381177524842604</id><published>2006-12-05T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:40:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOING TO WATCH "HAPPY FEET" WITH RIS TOMORROW. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(yes, I AM slow, okay?! No need to rub it into my face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OH, BY THE WAY, I (finally) GOT THE NEW MSN MESSENGER 7.5! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then I realised there was a more advanced version (8.0).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-6809381177524842604?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6809381177524842604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=6809381177524842604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6809381177524842604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6809381177524842604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-feet.html' title='Happy Feet!'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-6839459591943434999</id><published>2006-12-04T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:26:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6SE Gathering!</title><content type='html'>Had fun yesterday at Michelle's place, where the 6SE 2005 gathering was held. But I swear, all the games we played? Yeah. totally weird. &gt;&lt; ANDANDAND Michelle's brother was the worst and rudest I have ever met. He even had the nerve to yell vulgarities at her. What kind of sibling, I ask you, is THAT?&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm sosososo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DramaQueen. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P/S&lt;em&gt; What the hell is your problem???&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/20365755-6839459591943434999?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6839459591943434999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=6839459591943434999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6839459591943434999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/6839459591943434999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/6se-gathering.html' title='6SE Gathering!'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-27987958198882568</id><published>2006-11-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:55:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDED.</title><content type='html'>ADDED TO MY LIST OF XMAS WANTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TAROT CARDS SET! :D&lt;br /&gt;-TAURUS HOROSCOPE BOOK, 2007&lt;br /&gt;-CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;  -Romantic's&lt;br /&gt;  -Girlfriend's&lt;br /&gt;  -Pet Lover's, Dog Lover's&lt;br /&gt;  SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;-CANDYFLOSS, By Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;-NINTENDO DS&lt;br /&gt;-BLUE RESCUE TEAMM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DramaQueen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-27987958198882568?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/27987958198882568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=27987958198882568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/27987958198882568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/27987958198882568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/added.html' title='ADDED.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-2923263131424342268</id><published>2006-11-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:06:58.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a LOOOOOOOONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, only four days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others went swimming yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was unable to go, due to TLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which, by the way, I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUITTING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yesssssssssssssss! :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Fuji Ice Palace for my friend's 7th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;But, in spite of the little kids all milling around, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, it was like I was a giraffe among a herd of horses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly spent the time skating with my other friend, Denise (7 as well!).&lt;br /&gt;Also had a lot of coke. Regretting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to leave for my Maths&amp;Science tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLEAH. &gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOO fuggin' annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Science tuition was &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only girl there (my friend pons it), and the guys were all copying my work and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! So much for chivalry!&lt;br /&gt;PLUS some other SJI dude said something which made my blood run cold.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;And this stupid guy kept staring at me in a lecherous way. I was all, &lt;em&gt;What do you want? &lt;/em&gt;and he even had the nerve to change seats to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUGGIN' HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously quit all forms of tuition, if this is what it gets me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships with neither end, beginning nor reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-2923263131424342268?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2923263131424342268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=2923263131424342268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2923263131424342268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2923263131424342268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-7994936089127519392</id><published>2006-11-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:06:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL I WANT FOR XMAS...</title><content type='html'>Went out with Min-Wei ans her little sister Xinxin today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a last-minute sorta thing, so I apologise if you're pissed cos I didn't invite you! ^^ My deepest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah wants to go out this Friday. Problem is, I have tuition from 5-7pm on that day, and besides, I don't know if my mom will let me go out, seeing as how I've gone out 3 times in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFT. &gt;&lt; Wish me lotsa luck, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, if you wanna know what I want for Christmas... Well, HERE YA GO! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, some people DID ask me, OKAY! And I'd appreciate it if you do the same on your blog. I don't know what to get for you peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS... YOUUUUU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that and other things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;NIKE&lt;/span&gt; bottle!!! Transparent. I have been asking this for YEARS, but has anyone bought it for me??? NOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;beret! &lt;em&gt;SARAH IS GETTING ME THIS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;LONGLONGLONG &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pearl&lt;/span&gt; necklace ^^ &lt;em&gt;RISTINE&amp;RATIO ARE GETTING ME THIS, SO DON'T WASTE YOU'RE TIME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;CLOTHES!!! =D Prefably from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fox&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;. They're the bestest! :)&lt;br /&gt;-My own neoprint booth. HAHAHAHAHA, JK, JK! But it WOULD be nice... :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;CHOCOLATEE&lt;/span&gt;... Prefably Hershey's Kisses, White or Milk chocolate! &lt;em&gt;MATT YOU OWE ME THIS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;books 10 TO 13.&lt;br /&gt;-Meg Cabot's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Mediator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;series.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SHOES&lt;/span&gt;. Wedges preferred.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;JEANS&lt;/span&gt;!!! :D Flared or skinny cut.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BAGS.&lt;/span&gt; Any bags.&lt;br /&gt;ORRR...&lt;br /&gt;-A small sum of money for me to shop for my Xmas prezzie from you! ^^ (BEST OPTION OF ALL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHOWWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-7994936089127519392?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7994936089127519392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=7994936089127519392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7994936089127519392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/7994936089127519392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-i-want-for-xmas.html' title='ALL I WANT FOR XMAS...'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-2933523409110371163</id><published>2006-11-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:40:55.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayoverrr. :D</title><content type='html'>Had lotsa fun today AND yesterday at Sarah's place! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait for her to get home before I could go over. Arrived at like 9.45PM. &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ratio&amp;Ristine (who were also there) and Sarah and I talked until like 4.10AM in the morning. (We 'went to sleep' at around 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel fell asleep halfway through our conversation, and then Sarah, who was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, heard some kind of 'frog noises' (Ristine &amp; I just thought it was the very noisy air-con), and got freaked out, and so decided to climb onto her normal bed, where Rachel was sleeping. I tried to move some pillows so Sarah would have enough space to sleep, but can you believe that Ractio kicked out at me and mumbled something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. SO MEEAAAAAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this really scary moment when Sarah, still very freaked by the frogs,went, "Stupid Rachel Tio" and Ratio turned over , her face so pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when Sarah screamed  like a madwoman, thinking ratio was a ghost or something, and very nearly squished Ristine &amp; I, who were sharing the other mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Hurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched &lt;em&gt;Aquamarine &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Ice Princess&lt;/em&gt; before eating lunch, and for the rest of the time, we wiled it away by reading magazines, sleeping and watching home-made videos of Sarah&amp;her siblings and &lt;em&gt;Little Britain&lt;/em&gt; (which, by the way, is really weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR THURSDAY! :D hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be so SARCASTIC, Erica. &gt;&lt; hurs. But it's quite fun lah. After all, computer games will just kill my computer. So I need to find another source of entertainment, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hees. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dramaqueen. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Many smiley faces in this post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-2933523409110371163?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2933523409110371163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=2933523409110371163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2933523409110371163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/2933523409110371163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/stayoverrr-d.html' title='Stayoverrr. :D'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-3783896567419803351</id><published>2006-11-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:25:35.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GameBoy!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been into &lt;em&gt;Pokemon Emerald Version&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, scary, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mostly play to see all the other trainers be bashed into pieces (by ME, of course) and get on their knees to beg for mercy (to ME).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, if you defeat them, you get half of their money.&lt;br /&gt;$$$!!!&lt;br /&gt;So far, i have about 3,000,000 yan.&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't very much, really.&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells. If I can't be rich in reality, I'll be rich in the VIRTUAL world! (:&lt;br /&gt;^^ ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is actually my brother's account. But I'm helping him bash up said trainers and getting ALL their money (if you attach an Amulet Coin to one of your Pokemon, and it battles with said trainer, and you defeat said trainer, you get ALL of their $$$, and leave 'em to weep in your dust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 POKEMON!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Call me a weirdo, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DramaQueen: the POKEFAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-3783896567419803351?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3783896567419803351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=3783896567419803351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/3783896567419803351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/3783896567419803351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/gameboy.html' title='GameBoy!'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116350628426698111</id><published>2006-11-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:30.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Rachel,Sarah&amp;Ristine yesterday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next time, AT and Lil Sis, we are going to DRAG YOU BY THE HAIR if you refuse to come along with us. (lols)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wisma, Taka, Heeren and Cini.&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;Flowers in the Attic&lt;/em&gt; (at the Heeren!), Kit Chan's shop! ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's very lace-y... Haha, very like feminine kinda shop. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to take neos! ^^&lt;br /&gt; I swear, we chose all the pics where we looked seriously weird in. &gt;&lt; Hurhur. Maybe Rachel or Ristine will post them, since i don't have a scanner.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;So I just went downstairs for dinner, and my little sister, Elizabeth, was sorting through these pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to take a look at her drawings, and i saw one particular piece of paper with a HUGE blue blob of paint on it, which was surrounded by several tiny little blue dots, some of which merged with the big blob.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what this picture was of, my sis replied, "Mummy, Daddy and me going shopping!"&lt;br /&gt;00&lt;br /&gt;So when asked to explain how on earth the blue dots resembled them, Elizabeth pointed to three very small, very inconspicuous dots and said, "These are Mummy, Daddy and me."&lt;br /&gt;The she pointed to the HUGE blue blob and said, "This is the shopping centre. And the other blue dots are the other people going shopping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract art.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;CHOWWS ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;D.Q. (no, NOT Dairy Queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116350628426698111?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116350628426698111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116350628426698111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116350628426698111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116350628426698111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116333705742308028</id><published>2006-11-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:30.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the game of Love, I'm always the loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My first; your second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RISTINE--MADE A PROSE JUST FOR YOU! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333s.&lt;br /&gt;GO AND READ &amp; COMMENT ON IT KAYYS?&lt;br /&gt;WE, THE VIOLIN HATERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DRAMAAAAAAAAAQUEEEEEEEEEEEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116333705742308028?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116333705742308028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116333705742308028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116333705742308028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116333705742308028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-game-of-love-im-always-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116316144102300454</id><published>2006-11-10T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, peeps, i have to do this quiz Judith tagged me to do... OOOOH i can touch-type! ahahaha. which just proves that i've been on the computer too much these few weeks... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; favourite colour: white! (:&lt;br /&gt; favourite food: Everything, practically. Except pasta. For some reason, i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt; favourite movie: uhhhh... I like the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;series. ANDANDAND &lt;em&gt;Charlie's Angels.&lt;/em&gt; AND lots more. Haha. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite sports: If you know me, you know i ABHORE sports of all sorts. I just plain hate exercising. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;favourite day of the week: How can i have a favourite day when they are all plagued by tuition???&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream:Chocolate chip cookies from Ben&amp;Jerry's. The way to a girl's heart is, indeed, through her stomach. *WINKS*&lt;br /&gt;current mood: full! (: (I JUST HAD DINNER)&lt;br /&gt;current taste: i don't get this but... since i had otah for dinner... SPICE-AAAYY! *WINKSAGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;current time: 8.06PM&lt;br /&gt;current annoyance:MY BROTHER. I swear, all little brothers are annoying...&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: *stone* ... huh?!&lt;br /&gt;first best friend: Briggie!!! (: haha, i'm embarrasing her right now... She's in SJC now.&lt;br /&gt;first crush: =.=&lt;br /&gt;last drink: water! haha. i drink like 2 glasses at every meal, along with my chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: uh. when i got sent home from English tuition.&lt;br /&gt;last phone call:Denyse.&lt;br /&gt;last CD played: UM... I think i was sampling the soundtrack to "The Wild". haha, yes, LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have you ever broken the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does chewing gum count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have you ever been arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have you ever kiss someone you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have you ever loved and lost someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my dead doggy count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;single, taken or crushing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug shrug* can you be in the middle of crushing and taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are you happy with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Love can change a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do you give in easily when you are fighting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fight PHYSICALLY. with my brother. and i ALWAYS win. haha, GIRL POWER! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now you have 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs.write down their names in the list below&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;UH... Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;MELLI! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the only person i know who will actually take this quiz. So yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES &lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;DRAMAQUEENNNNNNN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116316144102300454?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116316144102300454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116316144102300454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116316144102300454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116316144102300454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-peeps-i-have-to-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116304948072456175</id><published>2006-11-09T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:30.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi evryone. (:&lt;br /&gt;like our new blogskin? courtesy of Miss Laura F., aka Lil Sis! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we also got rid of that pesky password thing. i bet you guys were all getting tired of typing "tweedledeetweedledum" a million time, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;unless, of course, you Copied and Pasted, like me! ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;[i doubt the spammers are coming back, anyways.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you guys have any younger siblings, aged 3 to 12 years old?&lt;br /&gt;If you do, bring them down to the&lt;strong&gt; National Library&lt;/strong&gt;, on&lt;strong&gt; Victoria Street&lt;/strong&gt;. Go to the &lt;strong&gt;basement level&lt;/strong&gt;, and proceed to the &lt;strong&gt;Media Resource Room&lt;/strong&gt;. SC Drama will be performing there! ;) But all the stories are for like little kiddies, so yea, you needn't turn up. :)&lt;br /&gt;This performance thingy is from 4 to 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down if you can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you guys ain't commenting OR tagging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOWWW! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116304948072456175?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116304948072456175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116304948072456175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116304948072456175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116304948072456175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hihi-evryone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116278695045508659</id><published>2006-11-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been going to school, to Debbie's place, to the National Library, and back to school again for the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chua and Ms Sie found our stories quite okay, and they gave us pointers to like interact with the audience.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, we (Angela, Priscilla, Jovel, Debbie and me) met up at Debbie's place to rehearse. Then we made our pig ears and snouts for our 3 Little Pigs story.&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30pm, we rushed off to the National Library, but met with a HUGE traffic jam. SIGH... Got there at like 3.45pm, fifteen minutes late!!! There were kids waiting already!&lt;br /&gt;Went into the Media Resource Room, and then all the little kiddies came pouring in. THERE WERE SO MANY OF THEM. =O But quite cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then today we went to school at 8 to rehearse for our other CIP this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Only had like 3 scripts. GAAHHH... But we're meeting up again on Friday, so hopefully we'll be able to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;AYGHT, going to comment on JOYYY's poems now! You should, too! Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.w-himsicality.blogspot.com"&gt;www.w-himsicality.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bumberfullygenius.blogspot.com"&gt;www.bumberfullygenius.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, JOYYY? I'm advertising your bloggy for FREE! &gt;.&lt; hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DRAMAQUEENY! (haha, LMAO! =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116278695045508659?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116278695045508659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116278695045508659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116278695045508659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116278695045508659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-going-to-school-to-debbies.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116255562337362056</id><published>2006-11-03T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was BUSY BUSY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.15 am for CL tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to Jovel's place for Drama C.I.P. meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Only FOUR of us turned up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which means that only FOUR of us are doing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAH...&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SO SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to churn out three original scripts, though.&lt;br /&gt;We're reading the rest from Jovel's little brother's fairytale books.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. We have to meet Ms Chua TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;We are so so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed off to yet ANOTHER tuition.&lt;br /&gt;This time it was English T.L.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M QUITTING IT IN DECEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to give some speech thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, managed to impress the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Denyse (from my other Drama CIP group) gave me a call.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chua told her that we have to read the stories and &lt;em&gt;mime&lt;/em&gt; them out for the little kiddies at the National Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT THE EFFING ****!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL US EARLIER???&lt;br /&gt;I HAD ALREADY CHURNED OUT A SCRIPT FOR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I am sososososososososososo S-C-R-E-W-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun toturing the rest of those poor innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never called.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never told me why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have i done wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; just don't know how to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116255562337362056?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116255562337362056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116255562337362056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116255562337362056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116255562337362056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116244110153383411</id><published>2006-11-02T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was unable to go on the computer for the past few days. Thanks to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;HAD SO MUCH FUN AT THE BIRD PARK! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a bus to Yio Chu Kang MRT station, then took the train to Dover. cost me 1 hour and $1.50. =.= we met Brigid's dad at Singapore Poly, then used his car to drive to the bird park.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. Lory Loft was my favourite, all those budgies and parrots and stuff flitting about the place, screeching at the top of their voices. and we were high up in the sky, and Brigid forced me to cross two bridges, both of perilous heights, and one of them swayed when i walked!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking terrified of heights.&lt;br /&gt;also got TONS of pictures (especially of the lorys-- they're so friendly, didn't flinch or fly off when i came close to them), but only on my handphone, so i can't scan them in.&lt;br /&gt;not that i have a scanner, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, we didn't get to see the owls, since they were already closed. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;then it was Halloween on Tuesday! XD&lt;br /&gt;lots of TOTs came to my place. by the time one particular group of noisy TOTs left, half of the cauldron used to hold the sweets was empty.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH. GREEDY-PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;(haha. HYPOCRITE!!! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;YAYYE, holidays are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;going to VivoCity next week. anyone wants to come along? but AT said she couldn't make it, so maybe we'll have it the week after... Ristine, i know you're always free! XD&lt;br /&gt;okies CHOWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116244110153383411?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116244110153383411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116244110153383411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116244110153383411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116244110153383411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-unable-to-go-on-computer-for.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116208365634096647</id><published>2006-10-29T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO--&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;i have been churning out everything i am feeling in my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;hint hint-- the poetry one.&lt;br /&gt;so have you guys commented?&lt;br /&gt;guess not.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going over to Brigid's place tonight to stay over. ^^&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 her place!&lt;br /&gt;she gets so much freedom, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even allowed to go down to the Esso petrol station to buy MILK, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i have Chinese tuition later at 11 AM.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sec. 2 work SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;and then after that, i have to go to STOOPID violin ensemble at Mandeville.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even memorised the pieces they gave us yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i'll do it in the car.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i go to United Square A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;See!:&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY-- 6PM (Violin)&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY--6PM (accompany my lil sis to Piano)&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY-- 5PM (stoopid Learning Lab English tuition)&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY(last Sunday in a month ONLY)-- 3.45PM (Violin Ensemble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;they make my head spin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116208365634096647?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116208365634096647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116208365634096647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116208365634096647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116208365634096647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-okay-i-dont-really-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116203082444667190</id><published>2006-10-28T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i haven't blogged in a looooooooooooong time...&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;so. i had SYF auditions on Thursday and today!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get the part i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just part of the backstage crew.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. at least i get my CCA points! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;The Ring&lt;/em&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SCARYSCARYSCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was waaaaay freaked out by it.&lt;br /&gt;AT was so scared that she squealed everytime something freaky happened, and made me sit next to her so she would have some 'protection'.&lt;br /&gt;then she got so frightened she grabbed my arm.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, she left FINGERPRINTS on it.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. XD&lt;br /&gt;we also got lotsa CANDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;we got other special brands, like Laffy Taffy and SweetTart!&lt;br /&gt;yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;the neighbours are soooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;well, please comment on my poetry! it's &lt;a href="http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , please come and comment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s,&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116203082444667190?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116203082444667190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116203082444667190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116203082444667190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116203082444667190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-everyone_116203082444667190.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116185378841584177</id><published>2006-10-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got back my results, both SA and overall.&lt;br /&gt;here's the overall:&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE--75&lt;br /&gt;MATHS--75&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY--68&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE--64&lt;br /&gt;LIT.--79&lt;br /&gt;GEOG--78&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH--81&lt;br /&gt;yayye!&lt;br /&gt;i did SO much better than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll move to SE next year. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116185378841584177?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116185378841584177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116185378841584177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116185378841584177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116185378841584177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-back-my-results-both-sa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116159175294918626</id><published>2006-10-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO UBER BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;School's nearly finished (yippee!) but all we do is sit around playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we won third place in Talent Time. =)))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO SHPPING AT MARINA SQUARE OR VIVOCITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;ayone wants to go too???&lt;br /&gt;if so, TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;CHOWWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116159175294918626?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116159175294918626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116159175294918626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116159175294918626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116159175294918626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-uber-boreddddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116124441835692413</id><published>2006-10-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:29.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all. XD&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't been updating much.&lt;br /&gt;my dad caught me sneaking on the computer, and therefore got angry and changed my account's password so i could no longer get in.&lt;br /&gt;PSH!&lt;br /&gt;LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;Talenttime is on MONDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;my class ain't so perfect yet... =(&lt;br /&gt;sigh. have to sing on the bus tmr when we go to the Esplanade for Maths Trail.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;and THANKEWS JOY for being the only person to tag my new poetry blog!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;and rics, the person you don't like at all will be acting in our talenttime thingy.&lt;br /&gt;PSH. it's soooooo annoying!&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;cos her acting is so... STIFF and WOODEN-LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;and she wants to get into Drama next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CHOWWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116124441835692413?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116124441835692413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116124441835692413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116124441835692413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116124441835692413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-all_19.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116098671553193627</id><published>2006-10-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all.&lt;br /&gt;i have a NEW blog.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.dressedindrama.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK MOI! ;D&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to give AT and WHOUSE a chance to post. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHOWW. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116098671553193627?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116098671553193627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116098671553193627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116098671553193627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116098671553193627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116082231200133040</id><published>2006-10-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiyar All!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who-o??&lt;br /&gt;Nope it's not Drama Queen.....It's......AbunaiTenshi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeeee!!! Finally posting after gawd noes how long........haha dun care abt this blog already! Ah well the only thing I come to this blog for is the cbox.....LOL! Anywayz exams are OFFICIALLY OVER!! Coz the last few daes were the checking of marx so yah....anyway nxt week we are going to have a class PARTAEEEE!!!! Teo is going to book the whole dae and we shall just eat and play the whole friggin' dae!! How cool is tt?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAA!! So coool!! ....Sigh u noe even tho i just went out the other dae i feel like it again!! haha waste money!! oh crap must go and buy choir stuff!! darn....AHHH!! wer to buy nice knee-length skirt?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Buy top from giordano(I noe i cheapo!! :P) but buy skirt from wer???? Sigh so screwed lar!!! Ah well too bad then....&lt;br /&gt;Signing off( YES D.Q I NOE it's not long but AT LEAST be happy I posted...OK?!?!?!!? THX!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;AbunaiTenshi (A.T) :P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116082231200133040?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116082231200133040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116082231200133040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116082231200133040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116082231200133040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/hiyar-all-guess-who-o-nope-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116080593065083699</id><published>2006-10-14T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that this is my 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. ^^&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;my marks.&lt;br /&gt;well, i totally screwed up my FYEs.&lt;br /&gt;i am really pissed and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENGLISH--&lt;/em&gt; 82.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHINESE-- &lt;/em&gt;59.8 (gaaah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MATHS--&lt;/em&gt;72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCIENCE--&lt;/em&gt;73.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HISTORY--&lt;/em&gt;71.3 (YIPPEE!!! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIT.--&lt;/em&gt;77 (DARN IT!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GEOG.--&lt;/em&gt; 79.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, really.&lt;br /&gt;HOW SUCKY IS THAT????&lt;br /&gt;i only got ONE bloody 80 and above mark!!!&lt;br /&gt;and, okay, my history improved.&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOOK AT MY OTHER BLOODY SUBJECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116080593065083699?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116080593065083699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116074381151563376</id><published>2006-10-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;today's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;the Thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, it sure lived up to it's reputation today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116074381151563376?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116063665590629192</id><published>2006-10-12T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;we're all going to die sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;later, most of us hope.&lt;br /&gt;but why is it always sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116063665590629192?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116063665590629192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY EOYs ARE &lt;em&gt;FINALLY &lt;/em&gt;OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! ;D&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't been posting for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;i was BUSYBUSYBUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Saturday, i went to watch the Vienna Boys' Choir.&lt;br /&gt;and NOOOOO they are not some weird Taiwanese boy band or whatever. they come form Vienna (no duh), and are made up of 25 boys.&lt;br /&gt;and they were all like under 10 years old or something? And yeah, they sounded really good.&lt;br /&gt;they even attempted to sing a CHINESE song. A for the effort, C-- for pronounciation.&lt;br /&gt;then AT, my mom and i went to Sheraton Towers to eat. And they were like putting away the dessert buffet, and we were like, &lt;em&gt;Is the dessert buffet still open? &lt;/em&gt;and the waitress was like, &lt;em&gt;no, sorry, we close it at ten thirty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, THEY HAD TONS OF DESSERT LEFT, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!! AND THEY THREW IT ALL AWAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i went out with the usual crowd.&lt;br /&gt;ate at some French restaurant. i ordered this weird grilled chicken thing. tasted funny.&lt;br /&gt;then we left for Wheelock Place. the others went off and i spent my time at the magazine section.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we left for Wisma. We split up since half of us wanted to go to the Popular and the others went to Surfergirl. bought those folding stars paper thingy. Qinshi Rah went, "waste moneeeeyyy..."&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;then we went to FOX!!! =DDDDDD haha. bought a blouse there. AT went mental and bought two bloody expensive shirts. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then we met up with the others at the front of the shop and went to get a drink since Whouse, AT and me were dehydrated (LOL). they got chrysanthamum tea. i went to BreadTalk and got an Applewerm and waited so friggin' long for my Blueberry Frappe, which, by the way, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to Taka, via the underpass (of course).&lt;br /&gt;then we split up once again. Qinshi Rah and i went to Zara while the others went to Kinokuniya. we met up at Pull and Bear. haha, weird name right? AT called us when we were there, browsing, and she was like, "Where are you guys? we're standing outside Zara!" and i said, "Oh, we're at-- where?" and Qinshi RAh grabbed the phone and said "Pull and Bear!" which sounded alot like Pooh and Bear, LOL. &gt;.&lt; later, Ristine told me that they looked for a GIFT SHOP with the name "Pooh Bear". T_T LMAO. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to Cini. i should point out that by this time, my feet were tingling.&lt;br /&gt;on the way, we spotted a Lamborghini and a Lotus. woww, they looked good.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THOSE CARS!!! any donations???&lt;br /&gt;took neos there. there was this little sign in the two booths we went to, and it showed a pic of this weird figure going, "OH!" and bumping its head on the bar.&lt;br /&gt;so for the rest of the day, Qinshi Rah kept going, OH! -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;then i spent a fortune on these cute lil keychains. bought like 7 of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went back to AT's place, and after the others had left, we went on her...&lt;br /&gt;XBOX 360!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am telling you, I WANT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;then she showed me how to play DOA4 (Dead or Alive 4), and we teamed up.&lt;br /&gt;and i defeated like all the girls and half the guys.&lt;br /&gt;^_^ not bad for a beginner, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now for my replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;SHONA: hihi! ;D haha, yayy, you found my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&gt;CHENGHO:haha, cheryl. hey i need your password! forgot what it was! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt;RISTINE: the tickets were FREE! ahaha. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;MIEN: hihi, mayn! hehe. finally came online, eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&gt;AISHA: helloooo. hehe. yeahh, okay, i'll tag your [shared] blog. although i still think that's a stupid URL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&gt;MATT: haha. I FINISHED MY EOYs!!! hehe. ^_^ so how were your exams? and yeah, i really think you should change your shared blog's URL. it is just plain weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okies, CHOWW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116036346923685573?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116036346923685573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116036346923685573' 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you have successfully typed in the CORRECT password! ;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so. i'm going to watch the Vienna Boys Choir tonight with AT.&lt;br /&gt;(it's her [belated] 13th birthday present, you see.)&lt;br /&gt;am VERY reluctant to go.&lt;br /&gt;PSH. only going cos i hope to go to the chocolate store (Chocz) and buy a couple of chocolate dipped bananas and marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;please don't be alarmed at the message above the password typing thing.&lt;br /&gt;we don't REALLY skew anyone's heads and stick them in the dirt in our front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;that's only reserved for really annoying people whom we really detest.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for the LOOOOONG and weird password.&lt;br /&gt;but look on the bright side:&lt;br /&gt;no spammer will be able to guess the password.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DRAMAQUEEN ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-116019629958654715?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/116019629958654715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=116019629958654715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116019629958654715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/116019629958654715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-youre-reading-this-post-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-116003219348024441</id><published>2006-10-05T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:28.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really. i should be studying right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for maths, i mean. i mean, that's like my third worst subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so. i'm here to compare with the other SC girls for our Finals Papers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;literature&lt;/em&gt;: so who did you guys choose to write abt? i chose Mumpo, cos like DOH he obviously changed the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God. i really hate essay questions.&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;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt;: okay, that was SUPER SUPER HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr ang, why did you have to set the paper SO BLOODY HARD THAT EVEN SARAH THOUGHT SHE SCREWED UP???????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate history sooooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geography&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;heard some ppl did ALL SIX QUESTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, i BARELY finished when that hongkong dude was collecting our papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but hey, i think it's the one subject that i din't screw up.&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;em&gt;science&lt;/em&gt;: dammit, section A was so friggin' hard!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid science.&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;em&gt;chinese&lt;/em&gt;: super screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remind me to just LEAVE MY ANSWERS AS THEY ARE. in case they're actually CORRECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like what happened today.&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;three more papers to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-chinese listening comphre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-english paper 2&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;please, please don't let me screw up those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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a couple of us are a lil disappointed that the spammers are gone and so we couldn't yell at them for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*coughJOYcough&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;well, this incident has shown me how great my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;i really &lt;3 you guys! ;D&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the love in the world,&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115960601266935408?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115960601266935408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115960601266935408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Seifer--&lt;br /&gt;yes, i agree with you in some ways, but like i said, i'd like for you to let me handle things my own way.&lt;br /&gt;you see before me the TRUE friends i have made.&lt;br /&gt;they are willing to fight for me.&lt;br /&gt;they're loyal.&lt;br /&gt;and they don't give a damn about passers-by like you.&lt;br /&gt;(note: that is not an insult!)&lt;br /&gt;anon. has been making my life hell for me these four days.&lt;br /&gt;what right does she have to dis my friends when they haven't done anything to her?&lt;br /&gt;and why is she so obsessed with this?&lt;br /&gt;she thinks everything is a sort of fight, with winners and losers.&lt;br /&gt;(apparently, I am the loser for this situation. or so she has told me)&lt;br /&gt;really. is that mature?&lt;br /&gt;no. not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you think i'm putting a password?&lt;br /&gt;it's to keep out bloddy spammers and busy-bodies who poke their noses into other people's private businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and it's not my fault that the font is so huge.&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with the comp.&lt;br /&gt;it's finals week.&lt;br /&gt;OH, THE PRESSURE!&lt;br /&gt;do we need anymore of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115953292444040579?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115953292444040579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115953292444040579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115953292444040579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115953292444040579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyy-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115942561425965511</id><published>2006-09-28T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;that anonymous person is finally GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to pop the champagne cork!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least she (or he) had the good sense to leave the blog, instead of going on and on in that childish manner of hers (or his).&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just happy that peace has been restored in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, it IS a butterfly blog.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that YOU'D realize that.&lt;br /&gt;wow. you're smarter than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;this is our blog.&lt;br /&gt;and it's where we rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115942561425965511?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115942561425965511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115942561425965511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115942561425965511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115942561425965511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-last_27.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115942543756817598</id><published>2006-09-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;that anonymous person is finally GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to pop the champagne cork!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least she (or he) had the good sense to leave the blog, instead of going on and on in that childish manner of hers (or his).&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just happy that peace has been restored in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, it IS a butterfly blog.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that YOU'D realize that.&lt;br /&gt;wow. you're smarter than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;this is our blog.&lt;br /&gt;and it's where we rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115942543756817598?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115942543756817598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115942543756817598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115942543756817598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115942543756817598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115936214202636573</id><published>2006-09-27T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm blogging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though exams are in less than a week's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heyy, anonymous--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why do you keep picking on me, AND my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keep them out of this. i mean, they haven't done anything to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and neither have i, i've noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why are you so obessed with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are you just trying to get attention through selfish and childish means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um, the phrase 'fatty bom-bom' was out since last CENTURY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my friends aren't fat, for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also, please do not dis Mrs Ballack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true, she idolises him, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we all have an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, anon., i am willing to put this situation aside if you stop all this nonsense of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and stop using the name "anon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why are you hiding behind that term? do you have something to hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you are lying--maybe you're one of my closest friends who couldn't take it anymore, and started insulting me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you're one of my classmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i suppose i'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just cut it out with the spamming, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're all getting sick of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like we need the extra pressure!&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;3s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DramaQueen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[and PROUD of it!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115936214202636573?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115936214202636573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115936214202636573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115936214202636573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115936214202636573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_27.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115936213325567194</id><published>2006-09-27T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm blogging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though exams are in less than a week's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heyy, anonymous--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why do you keep picking on me, AND my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keep them out of this. i mean, they haven't done anything to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and neither have i, i've noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why are you so obessed with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are you just trying to get attention through selfish and childish means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um, the phrase 'fatty bom-bom' was out since last CENTURY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my friends aren't fat, for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also, please do not dis Mrs Ballack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true, she idolises him, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we all have an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, anon., i am willing to put this situation aside if you stop all this nonsense of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and stop using the name "anon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why are you hiding behind that term? do you have something to hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you are lying--maybe you're one of my closest friends who souldn't take it anymore, and started insulting me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you're one of my classmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i suppose i'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just cut it out with the spamming, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're all getting sick of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like we need the extra pressure!&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;3s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DramaQueen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[and PROUD of it!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115936213325567194?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115936213325567194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115936213325567194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115936213325567194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115936213325567194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_27.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115927164387777432</id><published>2006-09-26T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today i shall write in BIGGER font. LOL. well, my handwriting is pretty large, so yeah. i guess this size suits me. and at least you won't have to strain your eyes to read the print anymore, right? =D&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;okay, now to get down to business:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the only reason i am actually blogging is that i want to make something  LOUD and CLEAR to everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am SICK and TIRED of gossip in my school; it's all "oh, she likes him" and "oh, she ALSO likes him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and everone, practically, singing, "Matthew!" every time i pass thenm in the class or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMMIT, practically NO ONE knows what is actually going on. i doubt they even know the truth, and are just brain-washed cyborgs passing on lies and fibs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i only wrote this after seeing Sha's (thnx, aisha! =D) tag about this stupid anonymous person on matthre's blog, claiming that amelia likes him, etc., yadda yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOH, she likes him-- AS A FRIEND. and although we've never met, i trust her around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, i am implying what you guys think i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you don't even need QinshiRah's inferring skills to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, hey, anonymous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you go around announcing someone likes my guy, heyy-- be my guest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we know it's all lies, anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and if YOU'RE so concerned and worked up about this, well, that obviously means that YOU like matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, anon., you just broke the first Golden Rule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER EVER WRITE MEAN STUFF ABOUT YOUR CRUSH'S FRIEND(S).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it will get you NO WHERE, i can assure you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so please, for God's sake, SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's Finals week. we don't need the extra pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and hey, i can understand why you like him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why else do you think i'm with him?&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;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DramaQueen&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/20365755-115927164387777432?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115927164387777432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115927164387777432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115927164387777432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115927164387777432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-shall-write-in-bigger-font.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115919131157083767</id><published>2006-09-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i got a lousy 74.2 for Science.&lt;br /&gt;Eff it.&lt;br /&gt;i missed A1 by like 0.8 marks!!!&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i managed to stack up all the bouncicles on melli's blog.&lt;br /&gt;yayy! =DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do it for matthre's, though.&lt;br /&gt;they must be plotting against me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and that was a waaaaaaay emotional post, matt.&lt;br /&gt;you're becoming like ME.&lt;br /&gt;total random emotional posts, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, just giving me my Hershey's bar will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;=) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;what's so good about Bleach anyways?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really interested in anime. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;well, hady is the 2nd SI.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;i was rooting for him, btw.&lt;br /&gt;well, the end to another busy day...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go and lie down and stare at my black, darkened ceiling and ponder over what i've done.'&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(see? total randomness)&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your One and Only DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115919131157083767?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115919131157083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115919131157083767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115919131157083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115919131157083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-what-i-got-lousy-74.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115909229028454121</id><published>2006-09-24T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops, forgot to do a quiz melli told me to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Skin colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Um, fair and tan at the same time. haha. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hair colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; It's actually dark brown, but there's gold and red also. Weird, right? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; It's definitely BLACK. I'm unique! haha. everybody else has brown eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Clothes colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Lots of colours... Like a rainbow LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wardrobe colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Sorry dude i don't get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seven memorable things this month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; My violin exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Christine's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; The day i got sick dammit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me getting 1oo for math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and that 87.1 for EL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Oh, and that 83.5 for Geog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;EL oral... Hope i didn't screw it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Six ppl you talked face to face this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Qinshi Rah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sir Liebig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Melli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Five things you bought recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My recess lunch? LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; 8 days mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Forbidden City: Portrait of an Empress CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and the program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TIME!!! haha, does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Four ppl you saw today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; My mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My violin teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lizzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Three ppl you want to talk to now but can't:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sir Liebig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Matthre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Veve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Two things on your mind right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lyrics to a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Trying to figure out if i should call veve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ppl who are your age who you want to do this quiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;veve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;matthre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ricsypoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sir liebig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; joyy! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stomach ache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey if you guys wanna talk, sms or call me kayys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos i'm REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAALLY bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't forget to TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115909229028454121?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115909229028454121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115909229028454121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115909229028454121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115909229028454121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops-forgot-to-do-quiz-melli-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115908997694552723</id><published>2006-09-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. about forbidden city:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, the new theatre is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;MAGNIFICANT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; seriously. it's all red, gold and brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention it's huge?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i sat on the third level.&lt;br /&gt;my view was pretty good, lah.&lt;br /&gt;'cept the actors onstage were about 15 cm in height.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, joy, i hope you go and see it. it really is very good, even though some journalist made snide remarks about it being historically incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;but WTH, it only serves to entertain, right?&lt;br /&gt;so joy:&lt;br /&gt;the scenery was mainly this structure made out of real steel, and it had white cloth on it, but they pulled it down during the war scene. there was also these ppl running around behind sheets. yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;confused? GO AND WATCH IT FOR YOURSELF. you won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;the lighting was FANTASTIC! the lighting ppl were reeeeeaaaally good, man. ;D&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the Empress Dowager, the record keepers and Kit Chan were brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;now i can hear the musical all over again in the comfort of my own home (i bought the CD)! ;D&lt;br /&gt;it was just... well, fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;but the tickets are like $74 after a 20% discount... sigh. so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't he see? I need him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beware the Dragon Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The evil, twisted Dragon Lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 those songs! They're so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;haha. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a thing for songs lately.&lt;br /&gt;my latest tune (that i'm humming) is At the Beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were strangers starting out on a journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never dreaming what we'd have to go through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here we here we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one told meI was going to find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unexpected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I lost hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a riverI wanna keep flowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ll be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the beginning with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a touching song. ;D&lt;br /&gt;harhar.&lt;br /&gt;well. going to MUGMUGMUG.&lt;br /&gt;i've nearly finished History. Going to move on to Geog. soon.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. ;D&lt;br /&gt;heyy and you can sms me if you want. cos i'll probably toss away the book when i've just started studying LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen!!! =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115908997694552723?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115908997694552723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115908997694552723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115908997694552723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115908997694552723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115894185768202078</id><published>2006-09-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:27.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kind of a mixed day. The kind of day when several good things occured, but with its fair share of upsetting things, too.&lt;br /&gt;The most upsetting thing today was finding out that MS HENG IS LEAVING! (as in RETIRING!) I even saw some Sec 1s and 2s cry. Believe me, i felt pretty choked up myself. Ms Heng cried, and one of the teachers went up onstage to give her a piece of tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I'd just like to say that Ms Heng is probably the best principal SC has ever had, and i hope her successor will try and keep up with her standard!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had Music. Sang a couple of songs and watched the last group perform their music project. It was super cute ("Life is a Highway", from Cars)!&lt;br /&gt;Break came and went. Then it was Art. i made my base (AGAIN. Remember how it fell apart last time?) and when i was glueing it together, along came Whouse and so i got her to press my bases together so they would stick properly. If anyone needs anything stuck together FAST, i reccomend Whouse! =) then Lisa and Sir Liebig showed me how to weave my basket, but after the first straw i felt too lazy, so i sat down on the floor talking to Binny Boo and helping her make straws to weave her basket.&lt;br /&gt;I spent ten minutes of my recess eating and then Melli, Sir Liebig, AT, Whouse and I went up to the library to STUDY. the observant and FAITHFUL reader of this blog would notice that i din't mention Qinshi Rah. That's because she had Art Duty, and it takes up a LOOOONG time. i also snatched some postcards from the Library to use as bookmarks, to mark the important pgs for my History and Geography textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;During English, Mr Teo gave us some pointers for that afternoon's English oral and handed out the class photographs. I AM SO STUPID, I SHOULD'VE ORDERED ALL THREE! You won't believe the amount of space Mrs Ballack took up. Oh, and Whouse, who cursed me ("You may kick the bucket tomorrow!")! I signed a lot of books, and somehow, my old reputation of me having big handwriting caught up with me, cos Trisha started asking me to sign her book in TINY handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's not my fault that my handwriting is bigger than the average student's. It's just like that.&lt;br /&gt;CE was switched to Maths, where Ms Marina went through some Algebra problems. At first, i paid attention, since i can't seem to get my head around Algebra probs, but after a while, i started to weave my basket with Binny Boo. haha. ;-) during that time, we had a little competition, and were separated into groups (according to our rows). Qinshi Rah went up for EVERY SINGLE QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we always knew the girl was smart...&lt;br /&gt;Once school was let out, the five of us raced to the canteen to chow down some snacks, and then we had to rush to Computer Lab 3, which was our holding room for EL Oral. By that time, i was getting nervous.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour (and after playing "Heart Attack" with Mrs Ballack, Nibubu and Veve, plus surfing the net), my name was called and i picked up my bag (we had to lug our bags with us EVERWHERE) and sat down on the floor. Then we had to stand up, go outside and sit down again. Then we did the same thing again, except we moved to sit directly outside the hall, where the oral was being held.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my heart was beating really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the hall and were given 8 minutes to read the passage and look at the pic.&lt;br /&gt;It was about family, lah. Nothing too difficult. the passage was about some person's Granfather amd the pic showed a family sitting together.&lt;br /&gt;After 8 minutes, i went to the left side of the hall to the table that said "14" (that was my group no.). There was this teacher sitting there, and i had never seen her before, so i assumed that she was an upper sec. teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Oral went OK... I mean, i read pretty well. EGO. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;As for conversation, i blabbered some nonsense and a sob story. and the teacher kept making this sad face. like the corners of her mouth were pulled downwards.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she just didn't like my blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;When it was all over, i was like, "Thank you", picked up my bag, grabbed my HP and left the hall. i went downstairs, and, sitting outside the gym was Nat, Brit and Sha. So i talked to them for a bit before CherylF came down, and we started comparing our Oral details.&lt;br /&gt;Then Cheryl dragged me to the P block to see who her tester was (she thought she was the form teacher of her class there) and i was moaning about how i just wanted to go and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me the evil eye and started saying something i already told her not to say.&lt;br /&gt;so i shut up and followed her.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i shall blog about the play i saw today: Forbidden City:Portrait of an Empress.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a review:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD. A MUST-WATCH!!! =)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm becoming a theatre addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115894185768202078?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115894185768202078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115894185768202078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115894185768202078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115894185768202078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-kind-of-mixed-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115883650316303473</id><published>2006-09-21T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i've calculated my CA3 marks, and my average will probably be around 73.1.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;At least i improved from last term. i only got a 72.0 then.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Oh well. just have to ace the finals. Easy, right?&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;One piece of good news, though:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO SEE "FORBIDDEN CITY" TOMORROW AT 8PM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(in your face, Joyy! ;-) LOL just kiddin'...)&lt;br /&gt;With Kit Chan.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. She must be an amzing actress.&lt;br /&gt;Well, judging by the reviews she got, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've finished studying (not so hard) for History.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say...&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;So i've decided to do this quiz that Melli has been bugging me to do since i don't know when to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Although you guys could just run out to the petrol station and buy me a bar of Hershey's Cookies&amp;Cream Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Name 24 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Abunai Tenshi&lt;br /&gt;2) Lil Sis, now WHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;3)Sir Liebig Condenser&lt;br /&gt;4)QinshiRah&lt;br /&gt;5)Matt&lt;br /&gt;6)Melli&lt;br /&gt;7)Judith&lt;br /&gt;8)Joyy (haha, you aren't at the top of my list now!)&lt;br /&gt;9)Esther aka Mrs Ballack&lt;br /&gt;10) Kristen&lt;br /&gt;11)Nibubu&lt;br /&gt;12)Kai Bin&lt;br /&gt;13)Vera Koh&lt;br /&gt;14)My dad&lt;br /&gt;15)My mom&lt;br /&gt;16)My sister, Lizzie&lt;br /&gt;17)Caryl&lt;br /&gt;18)Shimin&lt;br /&gt;19)Erica&lt;br /&gt;20)Brittany&lt;br /&gt;21)Aisha&lt;br /&gt;22)MelTan&lt;br /&gt;23)Kah Yeen&lt;br /&gt;24)Mien/May Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now for the questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Is 9 single? (Esther aka Mrs Ballack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;technically, she is, but she is in love with Michael Ballack, the soccer player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.Would you date 20? (Brittany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Um. NO. I'm a girl, remember???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.Is 17 a guy or girl? (Caryl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DOH, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.Have 15 and 2 ever dated? (My mom, Lil Sis, now WHOUSE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hell no!!! =0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.Are you older/younger than 3? (Sir Liebig Condenser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Older. She just turned 13 three days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.Have you ever seen 7 naked? (Judith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OF COURSE NOT! What, i'm not a perve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.Where does 19 live? (Erica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Somewhere in Thompson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.When was the last time you saw 12? (Kai Bin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. Ever watched a movie with 5? (Matt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Um. Nope. Although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this will hopefully change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.How tall is 23? (Kah Yeen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Let's just say she is vertically challenged, but she is like chilli padi, if you get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11.Do you love 16? (Lizzie, my lil sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah, she's adorable. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12.Do you go to the same school as 14? (My dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do YOU think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Have you ever had classes with11?(Nibubu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ALL my classes are with her. Both of us don't take Higher Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14.Where was 21 born? (Aisha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ummm... Singapore? hehe. i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15.Have you ever hugged 18? (Shimin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16.What's 8's middle name? (Joyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't ask me--she's just Joy to me! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17.Is 13 a nice person? (Vera Koh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Of course! Would she be on this list if she wasn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18.Would you rather 1 die, or you? (AT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Um. Me? I suppose so, lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is 4 older than you? (Qinshi Rah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No, I'M older! Although she's smarter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. Would you kiss 24? (May Ann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NO. I hate kissing. It's so unhygienic. Unless iot's on the cheek. But i won't kiss a fellow female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21.Have you ever swum with 16? (Lizzie, my lil sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah. In our pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22.When's 10's bday? (Kristen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oops. i forgot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23.Have you ever been to a party with 19 or 17? (Erica, Caryl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24.Are 22 and 24 good friends? (MelTan, Mien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;They're okay, i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. Will 3 and 7 make a good couple? (Sir Liebig, Judith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You do realise that they're both girls. And no, they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26.Has 15 ever given you a bday prez? (My mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOTS OF EM! Hee... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;27. How long have you known 13? (vera koh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A very long time, since primary school, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. If 5 and 19 were drowning, who would you save? (matt, erica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'd rather be the one drowning, if you don't mind. i can swim anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, i have EL oral tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DramaQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115883650316303473?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115883650316303473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115883650316303473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115883650316303473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115883650316303473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-so-ive-calculated-my-ca3-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115874471889648874</id><published>2006-09-20T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi everyone. :))))) now i'm going to do a quiz i ripped off Jud's blog...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yawn... God, look at my eyebags...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's a word that rhymes with 'DOOR'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;there is a whole bloody crap of words that rhymes with it, such as moor, floor, soar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Venus--my ruling planet (of Taurus). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is the fourth person on your missed call list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is your favourite ringtone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*sigh*, i have so many! how to list all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What kind of shirt do you have on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;it's my 6SE class shirt, lime green in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Name of brand of shoes you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WHAT??? wear SHOES INDOORS? how unhygienic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bright or dark room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Um. Not too bright, not too dark lah. i'm a very in-between person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What do you think about the person who took this quiz before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Judith's a nice PREFECT girl, who doesn't abuse her power unlike SOME people i could mention. *cough&lt;strong&gt;MATTHEW&lt;/strong&gt;cough* a very bright and cheerful sort of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you're alone in a room with two beds, which bed would you sleep on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd push them together and sleep on both! haha. cos i need a large space to sleep in, plus i kick alot in my sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DOH, sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What does your last text msg on you HP say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hey i can't use my phone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where is your letter box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Next to my house's gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's a word you say alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;How about three?: Oh my God! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who told you she/he loved you alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Uhh it was either Melli or Ristine. i assure you they are not lesbians. and neither am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mr Happy, the stuffed giraffe AT gave me for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This year, minus the gossip and stupid pressure and effing grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is your current desktop pic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;meadow with sky. i can't be bothered to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you had to pick one, which would it be? Having a million bucks or the ability to fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DUH, a million $$$! i have a fear of heights, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes, no, maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Breakaway, by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If the last person you spoke to was getting shot, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HELL NO! my brother is such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you could punch one person in the face, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;AT, for being such a fantastically HUGE blabbermouth. Nah, just kidding. Or am I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The thing closest to your left foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My right foot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, my nose is so RED. (i have the flu!)&lt;br /&gt;i look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;i am surprised that Santa hasn't come by and hauled me back to the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda sucky.&lt;br /&gt;a poor girl in my class cried. it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mentioning any names cos this is really none of my business, and i am not sure why she broke down like that.&lt;br /&gt;poor ________.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;then Cheryl Fang, MelTan and Victoria started teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;how did they even know about it?&lt;br /&gt;why, it's thanks to that BIG BLABBERMOUTH, ABUNAI TENSHI.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA KILL YOU, MIN-WEI.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU TO ZIP IT, COS IT WAS CONFIDENTIAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DIDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;now, sylvia and caryl know, too.&lt;br /&gt;the 2 people whom i wanted to know least. (about this, i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;so PLEASE cut it out with the chanting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;it's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;now to reply to my tags...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Kristen: aiyah, who do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;matt: duh you can play soccer better than me. you've been playing for so long already mah...&lt;br /&gt;and don't feel too bad about the oral thing. just work harder for your main papers so you&lt;br /&gt;can pull your CL grade up!&lt;br /&gt;whee.~~~~&lt;br /&gt;^^ tag meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3s,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115874471889648874?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115874471889648874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115874471889648874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115874471889648874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115874471889648874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hihi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115857058298452475</id><published>2006-09-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went out for dinner on saturday. at Capers, which is at the Regent Hotel. we celebrated my dad's birthday there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, DADDY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffed myself with beef hor fun and bread-and-butter-pudding.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMIE.&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i was studying too much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;also, i just found out that someone wrote on the 1PE blog that we should all just go and apologize to that despo brat, so everything will be all nice and normal again.&lt;br /&gt;TO ANONYMOUS: really, do you think everthing is so simple? because it ISN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to happier things.&lt;br /&gt;today is Christine's thirteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, XTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, there are ALOT of bdays of ppl i know in September.&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;we had pre-odyssey of the mind today.&lt;br /&gt;it was so FUN! harhar.&lt;br /&gt;mr teo asked us to think up of two things that had something in common.&lt;br /&gt;of course, we had to give CREATIVE answers.&lt;br /&gt;like Xtine said, "Acids and pornography--they both CORRODE."&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so hard at that one.&lt;br /&gt;after that we had PE. it was the funnest lesson of PE ever.&lt;br /&gt;we  were doing SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;And okay, i HATE soccer.&lt;br /&gt;for one, my foot can never seem to connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;and for another, when my foot DOES connect with the ball, it never rolls in the direction i want it to roll to.&lt;br /&gt;you see my point?&lt;br /&gt;but after all the total yawn dribbling exercises, mr ang made all of us split up and stand in a big circle with six to seven people. we were supposed to practice passing, and after we had mastered that, we were to put a girl in the middle and play a ground version of Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;melliG very nearly caught the ball that i kicked. but she missed. HAHAHA. TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;after that, things started to get a little out of hand. when Lil Sis became Mthe Monkey, she was chasing Xtine (who had the ball) all over the tennis court, trying to steal the ball from her.&lt;br /&gt;it brought tears to my eyes, and stitches in Sarah's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was a total yawn, and i was praying that my turn for conversation wouldn't come. thankfully, it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;maths was about linear graphs and sucky scales. BORING...&lt;br /&gt;during assembly, we had this troop of Indian dancers dance traditional and folk dances. theyt also pulled up people to go and dance with them. we were all, "GO, NIBUBU, GO!!!" to nicola (nibubu is her nickname), and, eventually, with esther, she did.&lt;br /&gt;then we came back to the classroom where vera, nibubu, esther, binny boo and i started to study history. vera also tutored us.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to her, i understand everything i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;after studying, we went to the canteen to eat (we missed our lunch) and then after everone left, i went home too.&lt;br /&gt;in my dad's red Meserati.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, ABUNAITENSHI. IN YOUR FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;god. my throat is so sore. and dry. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;going to MUG some more.&lt;br /&gt;drop me a tag after reading this, kayys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know, it isn't really YOUR business. it's MINE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so top it with that stupid 'holy matrimony' stuff, okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s!&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;br /&gt;P/S: i &lt;3 Hershey's Kisses (White Chocolate)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115857058298452475?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115857058298452475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115857058298452475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115857058298452475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115857058298452475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-went-out-for-dinner-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115840098018037159</id><published>2006-09-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was extraordinarily sucky.&lt;br /&gt;first, i woke up at eight thirty in the morning by my very hyper little sister, who, by the way, is only four. (yes, i know, biiiig age difference)&lt;br /&gt;then i had to go for my math and science tuition at Smartlab. maths was okay, but science was seriously a bore. the teacher was so useless! he couldn't keep the class under control, and i din't feel sorry for him one bit. i just continued writing down  nonsensical answers to the questions on the paper while SMSing Vera and Matt underneath the table. the guy didn't even try to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me, trying to SMS two people and complete your work at the same time is quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my mom called up the tuition centre and said that she'd be late picking me up cos there was a nail wedged in the Volvo's tyres.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like,&lt;em&gt; what the hell&lt;/em&gt; and had to wait for two hours till they came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;how sucky is THAT? seriously...&lt;br /&gt;i spent the two hours SMSing Vera (who never replied) and Matt (who didn't reply, either) and finishing my Maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, you guys (this applies to everyone) could at least tell me what's going on before copping out on me, right?&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115840098018037159?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115840098018037159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115840098018037159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115840098018037159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115840098018037159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-extraordinarily-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115832375838515338</id><published>2006-09-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, this is my second post for Frday, 15th Spetember.&lt;br /&gt;but God. (sorry, God)&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPER DEPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;seriously! i'm just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's because of all the unlucky things happening to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, 8 DAYS!!! YOU GUYS SAID THAT VENUS WOULD COME BACK INTO MY HOUSE AND MY FINANCIAL AND EMOTIONAL STATUS WILL BECOME BETTER THAN EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALSO SAID THAT WHEN DEALING WITH STRESS, US TAUREANS ARE BETTER AT HANDLING IT THAN OTHER SIGNS.&lt;br /&gt;LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;gosh--i haven't studied today at all!!! oh no... =((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;That is how depressed i am.&lt;br /&gt;and, yeah, okay, maybe i AM overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;but still. DRAMAQUEEN, okay???&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has any way of cheering me up, i'd like to hear them right NOW, please.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ESTHER: aw, don't be so mean, mrs ballack! i know she did some wrong, but so did us 1peans!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;JUD: yeah, hope she isn't&lt;em&gt; too &lt;/em&gt;pissed with us. i was listening, okay! and not making a hell lot of noise...&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSEDDEPRESSEDDEPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER BIG *SIGH*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stop it already, you b*atches. you know it;s wrong. so go away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to drop me a(nother?) tag.&lt;br /&gt;A kind of Deflated and Depressed DramaQueenWho Doesn't Feel so Drama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115832375838515338?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115832375838515338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115832375838515338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115832375838515338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115832375838515338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-this-is-my-second-post-for-frday.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115830486096722675</id><published>2006-09-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I  think i was WAAAAAY too drama yesterday. but seriously: she is such a b*atch. i can't stand her. BLEAH. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;well today was really sucky. we had science first, and i realise that i had forgotten to bring my practical book, so i borrowed Kai Bin's (she was absent). she had better apprieciate it, cos i filled up all the answers for her, okay!&lt;br /&gt;then we had art. dammit. we were making baskets out of magazine paper. at first, mine was going okay, but suddenly, when i was bending the wires, the base became unstuck!!! so now i have to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;then i spent most of my recess period cleaning up the art room with Ratio, Kah Yeen and Nicola. you won't belive how much trash we accumulated.&lt;br /&gt;english was next, where i spent half an hour doing my summary. WTF, i always overshoot the word limit. at first i had 115 words, but i managed to narrow it down to 98. stupid summary. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;then we had maths. it was all about linear graphs, linear graphs and more linear graphs. at first, i was like, &lt;em&gt;huh? WTH! how to do???&lt;/em&gt; but eventually, i got the hand of it. now i know how to work out the gradient of the line, the equation of the line and the y intercept. :DDDD yayy! AND i alsop found out that thanks to the Maths Carnival (which we won, by the way =DDDDDDD) earned us TWO bonus points for our CA3 grade!!! two marks may not seem like alot, but for our only CA3 test, i got a 31/35. out of 100, it's about 88. 88+2=90!!! i was like, &lt;em&gt;woww. now MATHS is my best subjcet??? cool!&lt;/em&gt; sarah, with her 34/35 grade, now has a 99 out of 100. lucky girl. oh wells. at least i got a ninety!!! :DDDDD i even beat esther L(from Drama) who is from SY, the best class!!! HARHARHAR, ESTHER L. IN YOUR FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;But even though maths was the best class today, it was still bad. everyone in 1PE was driving Ms Marina crazy, and no one was listening to her (i was, okay! i needed to find out how to work out the equation of the y and x axis), so, with a black face, she walked out of class without syaing a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my class didn't even notice or CARE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I did, okay! AT and i were like, "OMG. she's damn pissed. should we go and say sorry? but we didn't do anything wrong, what! it was their fault."&lt;br /&gt;so, on behalf of all the 1PEans:&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, MS MARINA, FOR MAKING YOU ANGRY! =( PLEASE FORGIVE US!&lt;br /&gt;and then i came home by car (no school bus--the Primary school got the day off cos of PSLE Listening Comphre.) and it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain.&lt;br /&gt;and i've just finished a newspaper report for Learning Lab (i'm going there at 5pm today) and i now have to do a summary.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;one high note: i'm going to watch "Forbidden City:Portrait of an Empress"! yay! Kit Chan ROCKS! (or 'rocketh', as matt would say. ^^) happie...&lt;br /&gt;alright, gtg. and sorry if photobucket is not working! but it should be fine by now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;drop me a tag after reading this, kayys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115830486096722675?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115830486096722675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115830486096722675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115830486096722675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115830486096722675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-was-waaaaay-too-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115822569666205633</id><published>2006-09-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the entire English lesson, i was staring at the postcard my angel sent me:the writing is WAY familiar.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know where i've seen it before!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;then Kai Binny Boo noticed this small, &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; print on the postcard which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this postcard comes FREE with FiRST! magazine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2005!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;UM. UH. ER.&lt;br /&gt;2005??? that's like so bloody long ago!&lt;br /&gt;then for the rest of the period, KBB and i discussed what in the world FiRST! magazine was, and who in the world would buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to say tattletales are a big pain in the ASS.&lt;br /&gt;like ratting us out will maybe, hmmm, i don't know, cause us to be PUNISHED?&lt;br /&gt;are you so DESPO that you need to bring my friends' reputation DOWN so that you can gain back the friends you've LOST?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is, YES, you ARE.&lt;br /&gt;you are so shameless that you still treat me as your FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you heard it: FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm sorry, but someone who rats my good friends out to the teacher just because of some casual comments that meant no harm?&lt;br /&gt;and going after MONEY, when you yourself already have ample $$$?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO. YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. FRIENDS DON'T RAT ON EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS DON'T TRY AND BRING OTHER PEOPLE'S (fairly good ones, too) REPS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO GET &lt;em&gt;MORE &lt;/em&gt;FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;FIRNDS ALSO DON'T ACT "NICE&amp;INNOCENT" AROUND THE GIRLS WHOM YOU ARE PLANNING TO BACKSTAB.&lt;br /&gt;AND CAUSE SO MUCH HURT THAT IT MIGHT &lt;em&gt;KILL&lt;/em&gt; TH POOR GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;They don't backstab someone, or cause her so much hurt.&lt;br /&gt;They don't act bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;They see the good in everyone, not RATTING out on them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what would you gain from that?&lt;br /&gt;The teacher scolding them?&lt;br /&gt;Getting demerit points?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you could act just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; more immature.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so obvious that it was YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW that little smirk on your face as you were doing your work when the topic came up.&lt;br /&gt;you were hoping that they'd (WE'd) get scolded, right?&lt;br /&gt;and even if we&lt;em&gt; did &lt;/em&gt;get into trouble, everybody would see what a shameless, attention-seeking, desperate little brat you are.&lt;br /&gt;And i knew what kind of person you were.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to bring down other people's reps so that you could gain back the ones you'd lost. The kind of person who would destroy other people's reps and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of person who would steal away something so precious to a "friend", and laugh at her misery.&lt;br /&gt;well, i am NOT your pal,&lt;br /&gt;buddy,&lt;br /&gt;sista.&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOSS.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that it was because that it was due to your desperate, attention-seeking and shameless self that drove everyone away?&lt;br /&gt;and don't assume you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;there's always someone out there that can beat you.&lt;br /&gt;the trick is to try, try again. each failure is a success.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really disappointed in you, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;They were right.&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't believe that i was almost ready to forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;and then this happened.&lt;br /&gt;why did you do this?&lt;br /&gt;you are surrounded by so many lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;the trick is to act like one, not like a brat.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll always have one thing that you will probably never have, if you don't buck up.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, sucker.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOSS.&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115822569666205633?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115822569666205633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115822569666205633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115822569666205633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115822569666205633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-entire-english-lesson-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115813628817669777</id><published>2006-09-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that my angel has VERY familiar handwriting. just can't figure out where i have seen it before...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;today was FUN!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;we had the Introduction to Theatre HiP! programme ppl do their skit thingy, called "Mirror, Mirror".  it was about this girl who becomes anorexic. my favourite actress: LESLEY!!! =D she played this nerdy guy whose CCA is Library, and crushes on Ann, the anorexic girl. Has the best line in the entire play, which kept the audience in stiches: "When we met, it was instant &lt;em&gt;hypnotism&lt;/em&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;then, during RAP period, which was straight after lunch, we went to the auditorium again, this time to watch group number 2 for the theatre HiP! programme thing. it was called "Invisible Friends". it was about a girl named Lucy who has this imaginary friend, Zara, and in the end, believes she is real since she was in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;i have three favourite actresses in this play: Lynette, Zara; Jesslyn, Lucy (BOTH FROM ACT ONE ONLY); Melli G, Gary (Lucy's brother) (WHOLE SHOW)&lt;br /&gt;They acted REALLY REALLY well! melli was waaaaaay funny, while Lynnie was too spooky, and Jesslyn carried it off nicely. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;well, i have nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should go and study for History, Science and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;two of which i seriously hate.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to drop me a tag after reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115813628817669777?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115813628817669777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115813628817669777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115813628817669777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115813628817669777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyy-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115806531479324430</id><published>2006-09-12T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now to continue my list (and no, only GIRLS from SC will be included):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINSHIRAH--&lt;/strong&gt;she's at home with the the chicken pox now. &gt;.&lt; lucky girl. also the resident class genius. she is one smart cookie, and aims to win the Best Girl in History (the subject, i mean) and a Merit award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELLI--&lt;/strong&gt;LOOKS innocent, SEEMS innocent, but isn't. haha, naw, JK. &gt;.&lt; used to be a dancer, but gave it up for DRAMA!!! =D yay, good choice, MelliG. now sitting next to me for all the Chinese lessons, since Binny Boo is in Higher Chinese and goes to a different classroom for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTHER&lt;/strong&gt;--AKA Mrs Ballack, Mrs Dill, Mrs Torres and Mrs Lampard.  EIGHT-TIMER!!! =O haha. i loooooove her house and closet!!! she practically needs a warehouse to store them. she's so nice that she has even offered to lend me some of her clothes for "special occasions", like the black tube dress, which is my fave piece of clothing. oops, i'm going off track... anyways, she listens to ALL of my whines and moans and gives me meaningful advice. although she ain't that great at KEEPING my secrets, but whatever. can't wait for post-exams, Ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's my list.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate squares. and rectangles.&lt;br /&gt;for one, i can't draw them properly in Maths.&lt;br /&gt;for another, that means it involves FOUR people, like Melli said on her blog (i have the link. she has a password).&lt;br /&gt;which ain't such good news.&lt;br /&gt;REPLYING TAGS:&lt;br /&gt;MELLI&gt; haha. right. didn't you tag during computer studies? i HATE that class, man. (i'm talking like matt now... &gt;.&lt;) in fact, if it weren't for xtine, i would be L-O-S-T.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&gt;prefect??? you so &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt;, meh? in TLL you were the exact OPPOSITE, terrorising the rest of us and giving Mrs Ooi a headache. Lol. heyy--check your email, kays? and "rocketh"? is that another spelling for "rocks"? haha. i prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC (WELL, NOT REALLY):&lt;br /&gt;okay, guys-- i'd really apprieciate it if &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of you don't, in the middle of the canteen, go, all of a sudden:&lt;br /&gt;-"are you and...well??? ARE YOU??? *shakes hand*"(how am i supposed to know what you're talking about?)&lt;br /&gt;-"13! *gasps* So young, Laura!"(yes, i KNOW. so please don't rub it in.)&lt;br /&gt;-"YOU? AND... Oh my GOD. *claps hand over mouth*" (hem-HEM.)&lt;br /&gt;-"EWWWWWWWWWW... Gross! *pained expression*" (WTH. GO AND &lt;em&gt;DIE.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-"Are you okay or not? I mean... You have seven years to go!" (to WHAT???)&lt;br /&gt;-"You must be joking." (??? what's there to joke about?)&lt;br /&gt;because, i'm telling you, this will cause random people to go:&lt;br /&gt;-"*snaps head up* what??? Laura and WHO?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Huh? TELL ME! TELL ME!"&lt;br /&gt;-"what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and how come other classes know about this? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;hello, even GY knows.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have any friends from GY.&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIP: the new wildfire...&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115806531479324430?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115806531479324430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115806531479324430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115806531479324430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115806531479324430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-to-continue-my-list-and-no-only.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115796571177615406</id><published>2006-09-11T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GROUND-BREAKING NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;i have changed my screen name. :D&lt;br /&gt;the other one was getting old, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so. here's the promised list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY MY FRIENDS ROCK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE:this list only consists of girls from SC, so don't get pissed of you're not up here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY--&lt;/strong&gt;HAHA, as promised, you're the first on my list! not only are youmy MOST faithful tagger cum reader of this blog (supposedly run by AT, Lil Sis and me, but apparently, the other two are AWOL), but you are also the BEST poet(ress?) i know (personally). =DDDDDD makes you happy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RISTINE--&lt;/strong&gt;yet another tagger/reader of this blog, but not as faithful as Joy--no offence! haha. this girl's a violinist, and is EMO! &gt;.&lt; her fave. colour is GREEEEEEEEEN, and she's really fun to be with. gets my vote for best blogger, cos the things she writes are the most interesting. :D and she offers v. good advice. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD and ristine: SMILE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABUNAI TENSHI--&lt;/strong&gt;haha.  dark angel? i forgot. she is usually the director to our plays, and is the most creative person i know. also very fair. as in skin colour AND in terms of justice! &gt;.&lt; also the craziest, looniest and WACKIEST person to walk the earth. in a good way, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIL SIS--&lt;/strong&gt;shares the same name as ME! haha. bonded over seaweed and cuttlefish with AT when we were on the same school bus. we shared our food, and merged them to make different and weird snacks (e.g. wrapping seaweed around a bunch of cuttlefish--sounds weird, but we LOVED it)! and for goodness' sake, Lauzie:UPDATE YOUR BLOG! (haha.)&lt;br /&gt;okay, will continue the list some other time...&lt;br /&gt;and now, shall write RANDOM stuff:&lt;br /&gt;today is Sept. 11th!!! aaahhh! bombs! and, incidentally, my mom and sha's bdaes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM AND AISHA!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. also found out when my Finals are:&lt;br /&gt;22 September to 9th October.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;alright, going to finish my Maths construction worksheet now.&lt;br /&gt;DramaQueen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115796571177615406?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115796571177615406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115796571177615406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115796571177615406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115796571177615406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/ground-breaking-news-i-have-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115788299106933763</id><published>2006-09-10T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks like i'll have to delay the post about all my wonderful friends. cos i'm not feeling so generous and philosiphical now...&lt;br /&gt;NOW-- replying tags... because you people just don't get it, huh? YOU GUYS NEVER SCROLL DOWN!!! AND I HAVE TO GO AND TAG YOUR BLOGS, BUT GUESS WHAT, YOU &lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt; DON'T GET THE TAG UNTIL LIKE 5 DAYS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;OK, first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELLI:&lt;/strong&gt;heyy! :D i need the password to your blog, because i don't remember the trick you taught me! and thanks for being such a faithful tagger/reader of this blog. sms me the password, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYY:&lt;/strong&gt;bubble skirts are... skirts, duh. but they sort of fold underneath and cling to your legs. thighs, whatever. but they're waaaaaaaaay cute. :))))) and, to &lt;strong&gt;melli&lt;/strong&gt; again: they are NICE. TOO BAD. :D yeah. and i like the poem about your computer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATTHEW:&lt;/strong&gt;UMM, SINCE WHEN WERE YOU GROUNDED??? and because of WHO? the classmate person, i mean. is it that alex dude?&lt;br /&gt;and GO OUT?&lt;br /&gt;please. i haven't gone out in MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;but esther's place is waaaaaaaaaaaay fun!&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, we girls are gaga over clothing, and PROUD of it.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;p.s. check your email. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115788299106933763?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115788299106933763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115788299106933763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115788299106933763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115788299106933763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/looks-like-ill-have-to-delay-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115771833008266677</id><published>2006-09-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi. :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;today--ROCKED. Cos i went over to Esther's (aka Mrs Ballack) place to hang out, and escaped my normal life for a while.&lt;br /&gt;can i add that esther's life ROCKS?&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's what we did today:&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at her condo. at around 12 pm. on the way, i passed this HUGE house with a SATTELITE DISH on their front lawn. i am serious. if you don't believe me, go and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs b. and i went into her room and chatted for a while (not to mention bitching about a certain &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;), and after changing her shirt, we went down to the poolside. it turned out that it was her sister's birthday party, and they were having it at the poolside/BBQ pit. ate one slice of Hawaiin AND Pepperoni pizza, and drank plenty of coke. also polished off some BBQ chips, from Lays.&lt;br /&gt;then after we ate, we went to the condo.'s playground and swung on the swings for a while. NOTE TO SELF: PRACTICE SWINGING WHENEVER I CAN. i also realised that having long legs is a big disadvantage: you can't curl your legs into a 'kneeling' position without scraping the ground and nearly falling off the rubber seat of the swing. Believe me, i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;then when we were all sweaty and tired, we went back upstairs where esther changed her shirt AGAIN. then we went on her brand-new laptop, where we visited lots of blogs, including Melli's, who arrived when we were visiting matt's blog.&lt;br /&gt;feeling bored, the three of us went back into esther's room to rate her closet: she has ALOT of skirts. and even i, an avoider of most skirts, long or short, admitted that some of them looked pretty nice, and even pulled them out to try on. oh, and several tops as well.&lt;br /&gt;and then Vera arrived. at that time, it was around... um... 3pm. :D we (OK, Melli and I) were trying on esther's clothes. Melli, satisfied with her current appearance (white collared shirt with a black tank top thrown over, and jeans) went into the bathroom with Vera and Esther to experiment with make-up while i pulled on this dress of esther's. it was GORGEOUS. black in colour, it was a tube dress. which put me off a little. but i tried it on anyway, since it was so pretty, and guess what??? PERFECT FIT!!! :)))))&lt;br /&gt;Even esther, the world's biggest fashion critic, said i looked good in it.&lt;br /&gt;(haha. sooooo ego.)&lt;br /&gt;then she tossed me some jackets and shirts to wear on top of the dress. tried all of them on. and looked good in some, not so great in others.&lt;br /&gt;then i pulled on some other clothes, like a blue and white bubble skirt, which i really, really wanted. (MELLI: bubble skirts??? ewwwwwww. ME+ESTHER: *GLARES*)&lt;br /&gt;haha. then after that, esther made me put on the tube dress AGAIN so she could match make-up for me. even worse, she wanted to put MASCARA on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the make-up &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; need is a little gloss and maybe some eyeshadow, if i'm performing. otherwise, it's &lt;em&gt;au natural &lt;/em&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;VERA: Please, she doesn't even need mascara. See? Her eyelashes are so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, thank you, Vera. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So esther relented and just put on some of her gloss, which was so sparkly and gooey that it made me look like an alien from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;ME: EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! *goes into bathroom to wipe of gunk*&lt;br /&gt;then i pulled on my shirt over the dress to go out and have birthday cake. looked like i was wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;at the dining table, Vera, Esther and Melli ganged up on me and started comparing how i was different from them (e.g. "Hey, isn't it Laura's first time at your house? HAHA, EXTRA!!!")&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;after changing back into my usual clothes, the four of us went down to the playground to play this game Vera taught us, "Grounder", or something. Sort of like Blindman's Buff, 'cept the catcher can call out "Grounder", and whgoever is on the ground is the next catcher. and i was moving around like crazy when it was melli's turn to be catcher, cos she was following me around, and i had to climb down the high, netty thing to escape her.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i'm afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back to esther's room. Vera then took out a set of cards and we played them, and then, unfortunately, my mom called and said i had to go NOW, or i would be late for English tuition.&lt;br /&gt;then when i got there, i realised that i had forgotten to do the work, but Ms Chang was very kind, and said that i could hand it up next week.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and Shimin asked if i put mascara, cos my eyelahes were really long.&lt;br /&gt;awww, shimin, you just made my day! :)&lt;br /&gt;now for my replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;TO JOYY:&lt;br /&gt;aha. :D no lah, cannot be. but thank you for your support anyway! and yes, i'll tag your blog NOW, kays? :))))&lt;br /&gt;TO MATT:&lt;br /&gt;since when did i call you slow? aha. you'd be pleased to hear what VeVe has been saying about you. :)&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i'm off to tag/spam everyone's blogs!&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115771833008266677?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115771833008266677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115771833008266677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115771833008266677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115771833008266677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115762824232271580</id><published>2006-09-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOORAY, HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE EFFING VIOLIN EXAMINATION!&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Joyy Chee&lt;br /&gt;2.Esther Seahh&lt;br /&gt;3.Matthew&lt;br /&gt;4.All the other peeps who wished me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;AND, ESPECIALLY:&lt;br /&gt;5.CHRISTINE/SIR LIEBIG/ XTINE/RISTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cos she's the one who gave me all the advice which was actually useful.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after i had practiced for awhile, i went into the room ("*smile*good afternoon, sir") and the examiner, this British dude, went,"what are your pieces?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A3, Muenetto and Trio, B1, Album Leaf and C2, The Silver Tears of the Moon. *&lt;/em&gt;smile*&lt;br /&gt;"OK, you may play your first piece."&lt;br /&gt;~PLAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, shit. screwed up the staccato notes AGAIN. *sigh*...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you can play your second piece."&lt;br /&gt;~PLAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeps. &lt;/em&gt;(you see, my teacher told me to push my bow all the way up during the final note, so it'd be all "grand", but, unfortunately, the 'E' string hit my bow's metal thingy, so instead of a pure, pristine soung, i heard&lt;br /&gt;THWRANGGGGGGgggggg...)&lt;br /&gt;and then i turned around to face Ms Goo, the pianist, and i saw that she was suppressing a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;WTH! how MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;"How about your third piece?"&lt;br /&gt;~PLAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no screw ups. YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;(to Ms Goo)"Thank you, ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;"Now, for your scales."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, do you believe it, i managed to screw all the scales up.&lt;br /&gt;at least i hit the right notes.&lt;br /&gt;i just did the opposite of what he said (e.g., "play G major separate bows" ~PLAY slurred~)&lt;br /&gt;but my chromatic scales and Dominant &amp;amp; diminished sevenths were okay, larh.&lt;br /&gt;then for sight-reading, he placed this book on my stand and went, "OK, i'll give you half a minute to read through this. You may practice out loud."&lt;br /&gt;there were like FIVE lines worth of notes.&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm. ALL five lines, sir?" (i was being polite, in spite of my incredulity)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. All five lines."&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS gulp.&lt;br /&gt;so i played the effing thing, lah, but i knew i screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;for the aural part, it was ok, but when he asked me for the time (2,3 or 4) i was like, ummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;so i said two, after clapping out the rythym.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;then the examiner was like, "Thank you. There's your violin, bow and music sheet. You may go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you. &lt;/em&gt;*SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;hello. they give you EXTRA POINTS if you smile. and i was doing a hell lot of it, just to pass, kay?&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;p.s. CHECK YOUR EMAIL.'&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115762824232271580?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115762824232271580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115762824232271580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115762824232271580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115762824232271580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hooray-hooray-dddddddddddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115742511903159791</id><published>2006-09-05T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;TWO DAYS TO F-ING VIOLIN EXAM AND I &lt;em&gt;STILL &lt;/em&gt;CAN'T PLAY THE &lt;em&gt;STACCATO &lt;/em&gt;NOTES PROPERLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T REMEMBER THE DOMINANT AND/OR DIMINISHED SEVENTHS EITHER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;somebody PLEASE shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115742511903159791?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115742511903159791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115742511903159791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115742511903159791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115742511903159791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115727426763741918</id><published>2006-09-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell-oooooooooooooooooooo everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i had VIOLIN MASTERCLASS yesterday. God, the teacher is SUCH  a grouch. she SCREAMED at me and Esther, whom i met coincidentally at Mandeville, where i was having my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and (thank goodness) this lesson didn't go so badly after all. :D i was pretty happy, cos i didn't screw up my pieces, and because of the Masterclass, i got to miss my maths and science tuition. (YAYY.) which was FOUR HOURS LONG. (when combined)&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to Raffles City to eat Jap. food, namely at Inagiku. The prices are outrageous, but good food, lah, and classy place. they had a square-SQUARE- watermelon for the centerpiece, and my sister, brother and i were like, "Cool!" and we started examining it and touching it. Sadly, it got removed when my parents' Sukiyaki set arrived, cos there was a lack of space.&lt;br /&gt;i had Tempura. :DDDDD soooooooooo yummy. but expensive. the total bill was over $400. even with the discount.&lt;br /&gt;today went to ANOTHER jap. restaurant, and put the kibosh on tempura, and had pork instead. also had this eggy thing, Chawanmushi, or something.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;my life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;wait--COUNTDOWN FOR MY VIOLIN EXAM:&lt;br /&gt;4 days, and counting.&lt;br /&gt;PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115727426763741918?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115727426763741918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115727426763741918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115727426763741918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115727426763741918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hell-oooooooooooooooooooo-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115709882505132384</id><published>2006-09-01T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you believe it? teachers' day today, and i STILL have to go for English tuition!&lt;br /&gt;as if the tutors there even WANT to come. hello! it's a holiday SPECIALLY MADE FOR people who TEACH!&lt;br /&gt;and they still have to&lt;em&gt; shang ban &lt;/em&gt;on said holiday. BLAH. :p&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that 60% of my clothing is BLUE. and my fave shirt is also blue. and so are my sneakers, and slippers... OMG, even my SCREENSAVER is blue.&lt;br /&gt;BLUE&gt;serenity, peacefulness.&lt;br /&gt;UM. ME? SERENE and PEACEFUL?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i still like the colour.&lt;br /&gt;later i'm going over to my uncle's place to celebrate my cousin's 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;whoopee. but my cousins are fun, lah... i last saw them on my a-ma's 80th birthday, which was like two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll try and use the comp. over there to go on MSN messenger, since i don't have access to it here.&lt;br /&gt;it just occured to me: maybe chelsea, veve and sha are all making up this thing about&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ liking _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;but,  honestly, they don't seem like the lying types. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ does, tho.&lt;br /&gt;but hey: you never know.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;br /&gt;(damn. i am DEFINITELY changing my name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115709882505132384?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115709882505132384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115709882505132384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115709882505132384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115709882505132384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-believe-it-teachers-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115701687251390487</id><published>2006-08-31T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention that we won the ACES day thing-- best routine in our level, and the best theme (RETRO!!!). and it's all thanks to the dance girl, who choreographed the dance, and Sir Liebig and Qinshi Rah for helping. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115701687251390487?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115701687251390487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115701687251390487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115701687251390487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115701687251390487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-forgot-to-mention-that-we-won-aces.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115700880400666710</id><published>2006-08-31T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T oday was ACES day. Oh, and we had the celebration for Teachers' Day too.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining when i got up. the school bus was late, so i had to wait for 10 minutes. the annoying P2 girl tugged at my Miss Sixty shirt and asked why i was wearing it. right after she sneezed into that hand, too. disgusted, i ignored her and moved to another seat.&lt;br /&gt;went to class. we were supposed to put our bags there before going to the hall (as a class, of course) for ACES day. tried to tie my tie, but failed to. asked KY and Mel Tan, but in the end, i lent the tie to Mayn, cos she said she didn't look retro (our theme) at ALL, so... yeah. :) i also borrowed a polka-dotted bandanna from Mel Tan to use it as a headband. Kept slipping off, so i had to tie it like 4 times before it was secure.&lt;br /&gt;then us 1PEans went to the hall. since there wasn't enough room, each round (4 of them) had 4 different classes. we were in the 2nd round, with Courage and Prudence. Or Generosity. Can't remember. so we started our routine, with everyone else. yeah, i know, 4 teams performing at the same time, to the same song ("Kungfu Fighting")? confusing...&lt;br /&gt;but i thought we did well. alot of ppl from other classes said that we were really synchronised and good, so i'm not being ego! LOL. then after everyone performed, the PE teachers tossed this huge ball to us, and everyone was trying to get their hands on it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we were allowed to go off and visit the teachers to give them their gifts. mine consisted of snacks, and Lil Sis (whom accompanied me for the gift-giving) made really quirky stuff, like a voodoo doll for Mr Teo to vent his anger on, so he wouldn't take it out on us. For some reason, she also gave Ms Pang a rock. From New Zealand. But still.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to visit my old teachers from Primary school. found my Chinese teacher in the hall, watching the performance, so i gave it to her there. as i was walking to the staff room to give Mrs Kam and Ms Teh (now Mrs See) their gifts, i saw Ms Heng emerge from the hall. Mayn and I quickly dived into the staffroom. was she after US??? we wondered. after leaving the presents in the teachers' pigeon holes, Mayn and i peeped out to check that no one was looking, and ran down the corridor back to our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;then we had this Teachers' Day concert in the amphitheatre. some performances were good and entertaining and really synchronised, but some really sucked. there was one where this girl kept singing out of tune during the song. i could see pain on some of the teachers' faces.&lt;br /&gt;after the TD concert, Ms Chua told us that the drama trainer was ill, and we didn't need to attend Drama. REALLY REALLY HAPPY. =)&lt;br /&gt;in between all these activities, Chelsea, Vera and Sha started talking to me about _________ who they now call "boyfriend-stealer", and giving me advice, blah blah blah. yeah. even sha confirmed that _________ only ants who-she-wants because of  *rubs fingers together* (&lt;em&gt;qian&lt;/em&gt;, moola, dough, bread: MONEY.)&lt;br /&gt;ugh. read the post below if you're totally clueless. i really don't know what to do now. about this thing, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115700880400666710?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115700880400666710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115700880400666710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115700880400666710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115700880400666710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/t-oday-was-aces-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115693503701339659</id><published>2006-08-30T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't blog yesterday. had tuition and my first violin masterclass. and guess what? EVERYONE blogged. i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's masterclass was a DISASTER. couldn't play the pieces properly, and i went out of tune. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? i KNOW i can play the pieces OK, but when i step into these warm-up lessons, i fall apart!!! ARGH. it's really confusing, you know.&lt;br /&gt;OK, shall blog about today's events:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.20am today. LATELATELATE. the school bus was already waiting outside. and then the bus picked up this ANNOYING Primary Two girl who sat behind me on the bus and started to touch my ear (o_0) and hair, nonstop. i was in such a bad mood that i hit her arm. HARD. and i don't regret it: stupid, immature child.&lt;br /&gt;when i got to school (10 minutes after my usual time), i saw Qinshi Rah and Sir Liebig carrying these HUGE bulging bags. Turned out that they were Qinshi Rah's old clothes. we also brought newspaper (for the recycling competition. to win, you have to bring in the most stuff to be recycled.). when we got back to class, we weighed it, and it was a whopping ___ kg! :) (sorry, if anyone from another class knows how much stuff we have, they will definitely bring more to win!)&lt;br /&gt;and then we had science. did an experiment where we had to get DNA from a kiwi. the fruit, you ninnies, not the bird, with bird flu around.&lt;br /&gt;During Geography, ny group did our presentation on Tropical Rainforests. Someone DESTROYED our model of the TR--half the forest looked as if it had gone through deforestation.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Marina let us take over her maths period to practice our routine for ACES day. So nice of her! Ms Pang, our Lit. teacher, let us practice for half a period before going back to class to do our Lit.&lt;br /&gt;during HiP! programme, Mr Johari told us this really freaky story. It took up the entire hour, and my group was unable to finish our science experiment. In fact, we didn't even START it.&lt;br /&gt;for chinese, we did a test. was totally clueless, and did half of the questions any-old-how.&lt;br /&gt;this was when something really sucky happened:&lt;br /&gt;esther, my former partner (we changed seats. now i'm sitting next to Kai Bin, aka Binny Boo), told me something really disturbing: "did you know _________ likes ___?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; 0_0 *too surprised to say anything*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther:&lt;/em&gt;Ummm, Laura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; OMG. doesn't she like ____? isn't she like WITH him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther:&lt;/em&gt; oh, you didn't know they ____-__?&lt;br /&gt;*GULP*&lt;br /&gt;Esther then proceeded to tell me how ____ dao-ed _________, and so they &lt;em&gt;fen shou&lt;/em&gt;-ed. That was when ________ started 'liking' ____.&lt;br /&gt;She is supposedly "after rich guys".&lt;br /&gt;UM. hello? MONEY??? $$$? That's what she's after?&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought esther was exaggerating. but even chelsea confirmed that it was true. "________ asked ___ to introduce her to ____."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and WHY does she wanna do THAT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, Laura! you're so NAIVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exCUUSE me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"_________is after RICH guys! D'OH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's honestly the lowest of the LOW. you wanna know HOW low? _________ already knows that ____ is with someone else! how can she do that??? Esther says thet causing the other girl pain is a BONUS-BONUS!- for _________!&lt;br /&gt;BONUS??? BONUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;BONUS.&lt;br /&gt;"Pretend _________ is a rock. Rocks are big, heavy and dense. Drop that rock into a pail of water. How low will it go? It'll hit the bottom. However, in this case, the rock has made a hole at the bottom of the pail, and has disappeared through it. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt;  how low _________ is going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wise words given to me by LF (aka Lil Sis)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a DESTROYER. And she has got to be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115693503701339659?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115693503701339659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115693503701339659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115693503701339659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115693503701339659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-didnt-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115675344045619710</id><published>2006-08-28T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly. i'm like, blogging everyday. :D Haha. And everyone isn't. Hrmmm... seems like when i DON'T blog, everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we got back our report books ("HUUUUUUUUUUUUUH..."). Everybody, ms marina said, deproved, except for ONE person.&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing who.&lt;br /&gt;She got like an 83.2. She totally improved from last term.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I&lt;strong&gt; DEPROVED&lt;/strong&gt; by 1.7 marks. Now my average is 72.0 marks. (Oh wells, at least it's an A2. Not B3 or 4, like alot of my classmates.)&lt;br /&gt;For the three subjects i got A1 for (Geography:80.6 English:78.8 Science:76.66666...7), i totally improved from last term!!! :DDD YAY!!! However, for the four remaining subjects, i DEPROVED... *moans* (Lit.:74.5  Maths:67.5[stupid maths carnival didn't help at ALL] Chinese:64.5[ACK.] History:61[EEEEEK.])&lt;br /&gt;I am EXTREMELY disappointed, 'cos my Chinese and Lit. grade dropped the most. And i was in the top for both subjects. Actually, my History grade dropped by 11 marks,but I really hate it, and the exam format.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We had a harpist play for us at Assembly today. All i can say is, &lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;She played really nicely. Then when she mentioned she had some CDs that she was selling... Well, it was a stampede. Me and AT bought a copy of &lt;em&gt;Angel&lt;/em&gt;, her second album. The first was called &lt;em&gt;A Harpist's Dream&lt;/em&gt;, and i should've bought that one instead of the other (since they were only like $5),but Vera very nicely offered to burn the CD for me (she bought both copies, you see).&lt;br /&gt;TAG ME. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;But don't spam (like a certain AT!).&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115675344045619710?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115675344045619710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115675344045619710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115675344045619710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115675344045619710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115667072106865150</id><published>2006-08-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell-oooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from the violin ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;everybody played so dang FAST that i couldn't keep up. i just moved my bow up and down, and (thank goodness) i don't think anyone noticed. :) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for tagging, everyone! Except for certain people. you guys know who you are. *narrows eyes*&lt;br /&gt;then i went to popular and bought a load of stuff. a load of BORING stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention that in the morning, i went over to AT's house to do the effing Literature project. Rachel, Sir Liebig, Lil Sis and Qinshi Rah were there, too. Later, everyone except me and Lil Sis went out to go shopping for _____ (sorry, CLASSIFIED INFORMATION) clothing for our ACES day performance.&lt;br /&gt;Lil Sis had a lunch to go to. Me? Effing violin ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;i am SO not signing up for the performance thing. it's during the exams. only those show-offs signed up. think they're SO smart, can juggle practicing the effing violin and study at the same time, is it? okay, GO ON, then, and we see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;a big 'F' on all your papers.&lt;br /&gt;SERVES YOU RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm blabbering about.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm going to reply to an email i received like two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115667072106865150?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115667072106865150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115667072106865150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115667072106865150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115667072106865150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/hell-oooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115658274281694512</id><published>2006-08-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;and it's effing cold. stupid North (South, East, West, whatever) Wind. my hairs are all standing up now, and i have goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;and i just noticed that the word "splendour" is spelt wrongly. anyone know how to change it?&lt;br /&gt;TOPIC OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;premonitions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i get them alot, usually in my sleep, now.&lt;br /&gt;take yesterday, for instance: during music, mrs goh graded our presentations, and then passed out these music sheets. the first song caught my eye: Waltzing Matilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waltzing Matilda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waltzing Matilda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll come a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waltzing Matilda with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PING. &lt;/strong&gt;total deja vu!!! i actually knew the tune and a part of the chorus even BEFORE i had read the song sheet.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of jerked, and Jazzy was all, "are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i replied. but i was sort of freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really believe in all this superstitious stuff. but i really like the idea of Horoscopes. i believe our signs really DO reflect our traits.&lt;br /&gt;but this was absolutely weird.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;so for the rest of the music lesson, i was kind of dazed, trying to figure out what was reality, and what wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;i recall, in Meg Cabot's book, &lt;em&gt;Missing&lt;/em&gt;, what the heroine Jessica said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know how you're thinking of someone, and are just about to call her, and then suddenly, the phone rings, and its the friend you're thinking about? And then you laugh, 'Woah, i was just thinking about you!'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it isn't coincidence: it was that tiny part of your brain, the psychic part which practically  no one listens to, which was working..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, i think Jess is kinda right. but maybe i'm just going mental.&lt;br /&gt;what do &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;think?&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you to ponder about this. and maybe you'll come with a really cool conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115658274281694512?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115658274281694512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115658274281694512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115658274281694512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115658274281694512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115651110206224686</id><published>2006-08-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;worrying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica is weird. really, really weird.&lt;br /&gt;and she has some weird ideas to go along with her weirdness, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115651110206224686?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115651110206224686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115651110206224686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115651110206224686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115651110206224686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/worrying-erica-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115649126654177158</id><published>2006-08-25T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy everyone. :))&lt;br /&gt;later, at five, i have english tuition. &gt;.&lt; urgh...&lt;br /&gt;did you notice that we changed the blogskin??? :)) me likey... but the profile button thingy has something wrong, so, for the moment, you people can't see our profile (awwwwww...).&lt;br /&gt;and yes, joy, i HAVE noticed that the link to your blog is not the correct one. Lil Sis will see to it!&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the computer for about 2 hours today. had english in the computer lab, and tried to post an entry, but the effing computer was so effing slow. (the teacher had 'urgent matters to attend to', you see.)&lt;br /&gt;then i tried logging into neopets on another computer, but that was even slower.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i just gave up and practised my lines for our Geography presentation on Tropical Rainforests instead.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i am typing this message out on the computer, and am hoping that my mother (whom i have not gotten permission from to use the computer) will not be coming back anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;in art, we twisted the pages of magazines around a satay stick and tried to get them as thin and long as possible. failed to do so, and Cheryl F. took pity on me and twisted some straws for me. they were PERFECT: long and thin. :D yay, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;also finished the English journal thingy. wrote about how my secret was that i had an obsession for stealing stuff, since my family was poor.&lt;br /&gt;everyone said it was too long.&lt;br /&gt;the one i loved most was Lil Sis' and Abunai Tenshi's: for the third part of their journals (telling what the secret IS), they both drew comics. Damn funny... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;ok,&lt;/em&gt; i think i'll go and spam everyone's tagboards now. see if anyone updated, and things like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115649126654177158?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115649126654177158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115649126654177158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115649126654177158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115649126654177158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/heyy-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115641711534921649</id><published>2006-08-24T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;today was just plain weird... ok, i shall start from the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast and spilled it down my PE shirt. nearly shouted a very bad word, but managed to refrain from doing so. just washed it and got another t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;went to school. stupid primary girl who sat behind me on the bussneezed into my hair, without covering her nose and mouth. when i got home, i washed my hair so vigorously that my scalp hurt.&lt;br /&gt;had science. cultivated some bacteria, namely E-coli. Melli did the streaking, and made three holes in the agar, so Esther took over. she was surprisingly gentle.&lt;br /&gt;had music. my group presented first. the singers went out of tune, but i don't think anybody heard them, cos they were (maybe...) focused on Lil Sis and I acting out the song.&lt;br /&gt;had English, and did the journal entry thing.&lt;br /&gt;had recess. went up to the library with Lil Sis and Sir Liebig. there, Lil Sis helped me borrow a book while Sir Liebig told me how she liked to borrow books which nobody borrowed before. laughed loudly. VERY loudly.&lt;br /&gt;History was really boring. copied down some notes while i listlessly stared into space.&lt;br /&gt;NO LIT. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! instead, ms marina went through our corrections for the maths test. attained 31 out of 35, but realised that i could've gotten 34 if i remembered that a hexagon had 6 sides, not 5.&lt;br /&gt;Geography=BORING. went through revision.&lt;br /&gt;drama wasn't even that great either...&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;My day was boring,REALLY BORING.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH... :P&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;br /&gt;p.s. AbunaiTenshi and Lil Sis--POST SOMETHING, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115641711534921649?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115641711534921649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115641711534921649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115641711534921649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115641711534921649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115625014656224586</id><published>2006-08-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!!! Hahaha! I have not posted in the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGEST time!!!!! Well nothing is really up...but well lit HiP prog. is really tiring me out! I mean there are so many practices and we practice EVRY recess and i mean I have a life man!! This really sux man!!! Oh well wad to do? Let's complain...ok I'm done.... this bites..Oh and I juz found out tt I dun hv tuition tmr! yay me!!&lt;br /&gt;Crap by...AbunaiTenshi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115625014656224586?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115625014656224586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115625014656224586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115625014656224586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115625014656224586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-hey-hey-hahaha-i-have-not-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115624119574246713</id><published>2006-08-22T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smsing is FUN. =D&lt;br /&gt;especially with a certain person whom i know who you don't know who Joy is dying to find out! =D&lt;br /&gt;esther says "please, laura" and rolls her eyes everytime i mention him. &lt;br /&gt;(yes, i am very honest. Him. Not her.&lt;br /&gt;of course, if my parents find out...&lt;br /&gt;well, they won't--&lt;br /&gt;unless YOU, the reader, TELL them&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES*&lt;br /&gt;do you dare?)&lt;br /&gt;smsing now... so fun. &lt;br /&gt;this sunday i may be going over to AT/Qinshi Rah's place for Literature project.&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask X'tine to take a pic of me there.&lt;br /&gt;cos she's a good photographer.&lt;br /&gt;and-ahem-he wants one.&lt;br /&gt;a picture, i mean. of me. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;*blush* hey. don't get any funny ideas.&lt;br /&gt;TO MELLI: thanks for tagging my blog! and yeah, MOST (MOST) boys DESERVE to be hit!&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those who: &lt;br /&gt;-think they're so cool &lt;br /&gt;-keep TOUCHING MY PENCILCASE FOR NO REASON&lt;br /&gt;-BREATHE THROUGH THEIR MOUTHS (my ultimate pet peeve. i have mentioned this in drama, so excuse me if i tell you to close your mouth in the middle of a conversation. it's just pure habit!!!)&lt;br /&gt;TO JOY: TELL ME WHAT INVOLVES 'ROOM 100, WATERMELONS AND RAINBOW COLOURED SOCKS'!!!&lt;br /&gt;excuse me for being curious.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115624119574246713?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115624119574246713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115624119574246713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115624119574246713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115624119574246713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/smsing-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115614870203082504</id><published>2006-08-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi. :)) maths test wasn't too bad: i could do all the problems!!! and the Lit. questions weren't as hard as i thought they were, but i ran out of time, so i'll just have to hope for the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;the questions for lit. were:&lt;br /&gt;1)suggest reasons why Maslo Inch felt hatred for Hanno Hath.&lt;br /&gt;2) who do you think is a better leader: Maslo Inch or the Emperor?&lt;br /&gt;3)would you like to be a member of the Hath family? Why?&lt;br /&gt;my answers: &lt;br /&gt;1)... i wrote lots of crap; can't remember what i scribbled down!&lt;br /&gt;2)Maslo. ... lots of other reasons!&lt;br /&gt;3)no. too many anxieties and pressures!&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: these are just a a SUMMARISED version of my REAL answers! i'm not THAT lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the dentist. SCHOOL dentist. i wasn't looking forward to the visit, seeing how my last visit with the dentist ended with a filed-down tooth of mine, which  my QUALIFIED and MUCH NICER dentist at Mt. E. said "made the condition of the tooth worse".&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;so i told the dentist in this no-nonsense voice that i didn't wan't her to do anything with my teeth, and when she asked why, i told her what happened the last time i visited her and what my dentist said. what really irritated me was that she kept asking me what my dentist meant by my tooth's condition getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly: How should I know??? I don't use my analysing skills ALL the time. just in Literature lessons! and sometimes I don't even pay attention at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;and then she spent the rest of the session picking at my teeth and telling me something about a premolar, or whatever. i was busy thinking about something (ahem-- ONE) to be listening.&lt;br /&gt;then when i started to leave, i accidentally threw the door open, and it hit the wall. i was like, "oops. sorry." and started to walk out when the dentist called, "wait!" and treated me to a little lecture on how "the door is the school's property, not mine or yours, and i will have to pay for the damages if you spoil it".&lt;br /&gt;God. If it's not HER property, then why does she have to pay for it???&lt;br /&gt;And dammit: it's just a friggin DOOR. What is she: President of the Door-Worshippers Club???&lt;br /&gt;throughout her little speech, i was like, "OK.OK.OK." while thinking "LADIDAAAAA... I CAN'T HEAR YOU! SUCKA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and when she finally finished, i rolled my eyes (on purpose. so she could see what i thought of her and the stupid speech) and accidentally-on-purpose slammed the door with a tremendous BANG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil. E-V-I-L.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good, when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115614870203082504?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115614870203082504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115614870203082504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115614870203082504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115614870203082504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115606891179767554</id><published>2006-08-20T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i should be using this time to study for my two very important tests for lit. and mathematics, since they're the ONLY tests for CA3, and if i don't i'll fail, blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;but honestly:&lt;br /&gt;10 CHAPTERS??? TAUGHT IN(let me count...)FIVE/SIX MEASLY LITERATURE LESSONS??? &lt;br /&gt;not to mention:&lt;br /&gt;GEOMETRY!!! POLYGONS, ANGLES, PARALLEL LINES, VERTICALLY OPPOSITE(???)!!!&lt;br /&gt;FINANCIAL TRANSATION:&lt;br /&gt;HIRE PURCHASE, (one deposit, many instalments)SIMPLE/COMPUOND INTEREST (P=????? I=? huh? why 2 different systems of paying interest??? it's just throwing away extra cash to someone who wants to get something out of what could be a 'favour'!). HISTOGRAMS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115606891179767554?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115606891179767554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115606891179767554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115606891179767554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115606891179767554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-should-be-using-this-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115590496204544094</id><published>2006-08-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've never realised how fortunate i am. really.&lt;br /&gt;i realised this tonight during my 5 to 7pm replacement class for my English tuition at TLL. (don't worry, this will all make sense soon)&lt;br /&gt;this girl sitting next to me was doodling on her paper, and when i just happened to glance over, i saw that she had written: 'OMG i'm falling in love with ****, and you don't even know it! what should i do???(too many question marks, she wrote)'&lt;br /&gt;poor, poor girl. agonising over a guy. who is just completely clueless about her love for him. she must feel like a rubber band: stretching, stretching, the pressure so great... and any minute now, you'll snap.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. I have been in the same situation before. Agonising over a mere boy who probably didn't even know i was alive. (actually, it turned out that he DID.)&lt;br /&gt;to the girl (and all girls out there in the same sticky situation): i'm not going to say "tell him, tell him!" cos that's not what i did. i admit, i was scared, and partially embarrased, because all my friends hated him to hell. i was also pretty shy back then, around boys, but now my communication skills are better (LOL). in fact, HE was the one who worked up the courage to tell ME (yeah, i'm a sucker for guys who make the 1st move). so really, i can't help you woth your problem. maybe you should grab him FAST. maybe you should just lie back and wait, like me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115590496204544094?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115590496204544094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115590496204544094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115590496204544094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115590496204544094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-never-realised-how-fortunate-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115564620453509505</id><published>2006-08-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes.it has been confirmed: I am a mean, self-centered brat. And, unfortunately, all my closest friends don't seem to realise this, only calling me "toot". AND they (well, only Qinshi Rah and Abunai Tenshi) compare me with turtles and-UGH-SNAILS!!! &lt;br /&gt;my sole confidante has just recovered: thank God! ^^ for that, i am HAPPY. :))) unfortunately, said confidante is a study-holic (is there even such a word? oh well, th brokken_hearts dictionary does!), just like miss Qinshi Rah, who, just today at the gallery, said she would like to bag the "Best Girl in History (the subject)" award.&lt;br /&gt;oh, she will. she hasn't gotten less than 85% for all her tests-- unlike me. i'm averaging a... 61? yeah. about there...&lt;br /&gt;ok gonna go tag other ppl's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115564620453509505?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115564620453509505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115564620453509505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115564620453509505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115564620453509505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115503311739115028</id><published>2006-08-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MATHS:B3&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY:B4&lt;br /&gt;LTTERATURE(THIS IS REALLY BAD):A2&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE(WORSE!!!):B4&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DAMN DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;don't know WHAT to do about my friggin' marks, except work harder, of course.&lt;br /&gt;if things keep going at this rate, i'm so, so dead. i will never be able to move up to a better class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sh*t...&lt;br /&gt;=(( (is this face even possible? looks like it has a double chin.)&lt;br /&gt;oh today we had our National Day celebration. it was ok. but when they laid mats on the wet track for us, the ppl kept stepping on themats, so they (the mats) were pretty damp and had ppl's shoeprints and bits of grass and stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;thank God i brought a plastic bag to sit on (yes, yes, i am a cleanliness freak).&lt;br /&gt;toodles...&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts (yay me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115503311739115028?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115503311739115028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115503311739115028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115503311739115028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115503311739115028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/mathsb3-historyb4-ltteraturethis-is.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115433229416874807</id><published>2006-07-31T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess who won the maths carnival?&lt;br /&gt;1SY? NO.&lt;br /&gt;1SE?NOO.&lt;br /&gt;1GR?NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;we did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nice to know that our efforts paid off.&lt;br /&gt;haha the prize-giving ceremony was so GAY.&lt;br /&gt;they really DID make sashes for us. and plastic tiaras. oh, and a sceptre.&lt;br /&gt;at that time, i thought they were putting us on.&lt;br /&gt;and then we had to smile for the camera, and then my sceptre snapped. (it was already broken in the first place, anyways...)&lt;br /&gt;A.T. and Liebig's sceptres broke, too. AT's had the whole top part snapped off, and Liebig's was missing the tip of its wings and fingers on its right hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lil Sis and QINSHIrah's were okay, though. maybe cos they're so careful.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chia promised to fix our sceptres by next monday.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel really sorry for the 1SY team. their title was THE CHOCOLATE WAR and i thought that their content was really good. better than ours, anyway. they got 1st runner-up. and miss marina told us they cried.&lt;br /&gt;GUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTYGUILTY&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;i offer my apologies, SY ppl.&lt;br /&gt;as for our group: good job, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;and don't break the sceptre!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115433229416874807?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115433229416874807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115433229416874807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115433229416874807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115433229416874807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-who-won-maths-carnival-1sy-no.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115425867980200367</id><published>2006-07-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ack.</title><content type='html'>yeah. i'm like so stressed now. have to finish my lit. and music stuff, which i haven't even started. and then there's the english test tomorrow... but, i mean, how can you study for ENGLISH??? &lt;br /&gt;good news, though: we managed to curb our maths carnival skit to 6 minutes. YIPPEE!!! (went over to Abunai Tenshi's house just now)&lt;br /&gt;and then i forgot i had violin ensemble today! haha... luckily my folks were as clueless as me, so i think i won't tell them for the timebeing...&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;m., you there? just wanna tell you  my finals (for maths carnival) are tomorrow, so i may call you. :)) haha, i'm so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;WRONG ATTITUDE. &lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO WIN THE MATHS CARNIVAL. I AM GOING TO WIN THE MATHS CARNIVAL. I AM GOING TO WIN THE MATHS CARNIVAL. I WILL I WILL I WILL I WILL KICK EVERYONE ELSE'S ASSES.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;I have the pig ears to prove it. &lt;br /&gt;wish me lotsa luck.&lt;br /&gt;and M.?&lt;br /&gt;especially you. i really need it right now. you're like my lucky star. (you said so yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 brokken_hearts aka &lt; 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115425867980200367?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115425867980200367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115425867980200367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115425867980200367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115425867980200367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/ack.html' title='ack.'/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115417964684539162</id><published>2006-07-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi everyone. it's 9.16 pm now (according to my watch)... about three hours ago, my maths carnival meeting with A.T., Lil Sis, QINSHI rah and Sir Liebig Condenser just came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;we came up with a whole new script, and it's only one page long, but as funny as ever! =) so don't worry about our funny factor, ladies and gentlemen. worry about our CONTENT. i'm so afraid that the judges will mark us down for this!!! cos we only have three math problems in the entire 5 minutes... Wait. that seems prportionate! LOL. &gt;.&lt; ah well. up to the judges!&lt;br /&gt;ad no, i'm sorry, i can't tell you what our new plot is: a) you'll find it weird (pls no) and b)you guys will have to watch it on monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;1peans, don't forget to cheer for us, ok? class spirit counts for marks. according to mrs chia, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;see ya! and wish me lotsa luck...&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115417964684539162?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115417964684539162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115417964684539162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115417964684539162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115417964684539162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/hihi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115414617795586278</id><published>2006-07-29T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have tuition (maths and science) later on, at 12.30 pm. it totally sucks. there's this guy in my class who keeps using this word: 'noob'. is that how you spell it? i don't know. Mayn (thnx 4 tagging, btw!) and Kah Yeen say that all the time, too. they say it means stupid, and they took it from maple story or something.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i find maple story pretty stupid itself. no offence to maple lovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to another subject: all the guys i know (and they're all like, from my three tuition classes)seem to REVOLVE around maple. what is the big deal about maple, anyway? all i know is that when my brother tried to install it into the computer, it went dead and it took my dad three days to fix it. from then on, the maple CD has been hidden away in my cuboard, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;even my best (guy) friend plays maple. and i recall myself thinking: "maple, maple, MAPLE. is that the most important thing in life???!" when he started raving about it.&lt;br /&gt;even my gal friends are caught up in this craze. i overheard sylvia (talking to jephine and erica) saying: "anyone going on comp. today? cos i need someone to help me go on to my account."&lt;br /&gt;when i asked what they were talking about, they rolled their eyes and were like: "D'OH. Maple! you mean you've never heard about it?!"&lt;br /&gt;which i find highly insulting. i mean, yes, i AM a little blur (sarah refers to this as 'toot'), but not so DENSE that i have no idea what in the world maple was.&lt;br /&gt;and sarah: could you please stop calling me 'the toot one' just because i start daydreaming when you're talking to me? sometimes even I need to escape reality, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115414617795586278?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115414617795586278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115414617795586278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115414617795586278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115414617795586278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-tuition-maths-and-science-later.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365755.post-115409198477313131</id><published>2006-07-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:20:23.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alot of things have happened since i last blogged about brazil's defeat.&lt;br /&gt;for one, my group got into the 2nd round of the maths carnival. we're doing a sequel to the three lil pigs &amp;amp; the big bad wolf, by the way. in this story, one of the brothers, Roast, is pignapped by the wolf. the 2 remaining brothers go in search of their brother, solving mathematics problems on the way.&lt;br /&gt;we have since made it into the finals (top 5 teams, out of 56. cool, yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;had a maths carnival consultation with mrs chia today. she's so nice! gave us a lollipop each, too. =) i chose strawberry and cream. then she watched our play. she said that our content sucks. well, she just said it's not enough. same thing, really...&lt;br /&gt;christine wanted more time. when we last timed our play (it was the original one), it took about 10-15 minutes. now, we're supposed to cram everything into a measly 5 minutes. i don't know how we're supposed to do that! well, okay, we managed to cut it down to 5 min 33 seconds. but alot of our content vanished with it. BLEAH. =P&lt;br /&gt;i hve gotten back my results for the maths test i studied really hard for. barely passed. if it's out of 100%, i only get 57%. you do the math. you don't need to be a genius to predict whether my parents will kill me or not. and now i have a bloody B4 staining my report book. *sob, sob*&lt;br /&gt;funny. all the things i'm talking about have to do with maths. shall move on to geography.&lt;br /&gt;geog. project is due next friday, and we're not doing anything about it. however, christine and rachel t. are gonna do it tomorrow after doing maths carnival.&lt;br /&gt;maths AGAIN. Psh... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, we have to change the entire script for M.C. sarah said so, anyway... i don't really want to do it. but i really want to win-if we do, i can get an A2 on my maths. shall not elaborate on my marks. ARGH!!! please, PLEASE let us find a way to squash our play into 5 minutes, and still have plenty of content... PLEASE???!!!&lt;br /&gt;If there is any justice in the world, my wish will come true. but apparently, there is only a very slim chance. dang it. time to put my brain into overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;brokken_hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365755-115409198477313131?l=onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115409198477313131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365755&amp;postID=115409198477313131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115409198477313131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365755/posts/default/115409198477313131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthewingsofabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/alot-of-things-have-happened-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rhille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101966309926210220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb143/rhille/SaraSidle131.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
