<?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-5811419</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:00:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you make them Disappear...</title><subtitle type='html'>Tell you where need to go
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Tell you what you need to know
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Tell you who you need to be</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113197634914104682</id><published>2005-11-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:52:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know this is not the first time u heard me say this but I dun think I wanna blog anymore...Hardly anyone reads.. Ok I know there are some.. But no comments.. But I know I rarely post entries..Anyway that's not the point.My point is that I just do not see the need to blog anymore.. Not sure why.  I think I shall retire from blogging at the end of the year... it's been 2 years already I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113197634914104682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113197634914104682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-this-is-not-first-time-u-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113163410952165655</id><published>2005-11-10T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:48:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've been busy with this new game, World of Warcraft aka WOW.I've been Wowing for almost a day now and I realised it's a frustrating game.  Esp when u dunno how to use your goddamn character!!Anyways for those of you who do not know the game.. I shall not bother to explain it for now cos I'm having a bad headache and I have no patience.Roadshow tml.  Wish me luck ppl... Time to bring in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113163410952165655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113163410952165655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-ive-been-busy-with-this-new-game.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113126264891553660</id><published>2005-11-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:37:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo in msia</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }				solo in msia, originally uploaded by evilmiss13.	I just have to test this out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113126264891553660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113126264891553660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/solo-in-msia.html' title='solo in msia'/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113125144799666630</id><published>2005-11-06T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:32:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, the End of the End.We are friends from a distance, biz partners upfront.We're better off that way.Never do I wanna fall into that kind of love again.  Never.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113125144799666630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113125144799666630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-end-of-end.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113068242970763275</id><published>2005-10-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:27:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a event on Saturday, Client Appreciation.On that day, a fund consultant from Russell Co. gave us an insight on a particular fund.He started off by talking about the exam period.  As some of us know, PSLE was recently over plus other examinations.  He said that during that crucial period, the parents are also under stress.He likes to cycle every morning at 430am (so he said) but on that week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113068242970763275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113068242970763275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-event-on-saturday-client.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-113025941292886377</id><published>2005-10-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:58:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Short Term Goal:As soon as I'm able to move out of my parent's place, I'd wanna live in a shophouse.  By hook or by crook it has to be a shophouse.  I could rent one before i get married but when I do get married, I should be able to buy a shophouse.And if I'm too poor to move out, I won't move outta my parent's til I can afford to buy a shophouse cos I want it to be the first and last house I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113025941292886377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/113025941292886377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-short-term-goal-as-soon-as-im-able.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112982004442334235</id><published>2005-10-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:16:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having a huge ass headache right now.I went to a media party with Linus.  It's NUYOU magazine party.  There was a goodie bag given to all.  In it was some men's stuff cos the theme was same male thingy, and the magazine.  I was quite excited about in til i realised it's a chinese mag.Like, hello... I can't read chinese for nuts. WAHHAHA!So back to the headache, Linus and I took the cab back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112982004442334235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112982004442334235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-having-huge-ass-headache-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112965562391735261</id><published>2005-10-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:14:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO DAMN BROKE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112965562391735261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112965562391735261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-so-damn-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112944616056218732</id><published>2005-10-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:02:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question:You have a 5 room flat with 3 bedrooms.  One is the master bedroom which u occupy, another is rented out to tenants, and another is your grown-up daughter's room.  You have a guy coming over from overseas and needs a place to stay for a week. This guy is of some importance to you and your job.  Would you put him in your daughter's room and make your daughter sleep in your room with you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112944616056218732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112944616056218732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/question-you-have-5-room-flat-with-3.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112926479542523934</id><published>2005-10-14T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:39:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so damn sian right now.In the office doing nothing. So sad.  Just surfing the net and oogling at this new Sony Ericsson 3G hp which i'm planning to get...  IT"S EXCELLENT FOR ME!!It's the P990i!  It's not out yet but I hope it'll be out soon!  Hopefully end of this year!  Cos My hp is starting to act funny.  DONGLI!! Buy for me the P990i please! :DI can't seem to receive smses at times.  And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112926479542523934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112926479542523934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-so-damn-sian-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112904704042478323</id><published>2005-10-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:09:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My babe gave me one HUGE ASS KISS before he went to sleep!!!! I LIKE!!!!Oh he's so gonna take revenge on me when he gets back... Told me not to put this up but i'm so proud of it!!! WOULDN"T U BE PROUD OF IT TOOOO???AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112904704042478323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112904704042478323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-babe-gave-me-one-huge-ass-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112878807121452346</id><published>2005-10-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:28:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually went to find out if my Singapore idol got an album out...  Don't have.  Indeed there's only a compilation of the Project Superstar contestants...Like what the hell right?So the sales lady told me his album will be out soon and will be in mandarin..Like what the bloody hell right????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112878807121452346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112878807121452346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-actually-went-to-find-out-if-my.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112865523578676452</id><published>2005-10-07T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:20:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I've been drugged.I'm so sick and so heavy-head that I can't think straight.This week had been seriously slow I ought to slap myself for not working harder.  Well I know that next week will be more bz.  I have ppl on the list to meet!Tml I shall drop by HMV and see if our blind guy has an album out.  Ok maybe there is already one at the point of time after he was announced the winner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112865523578676452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112865523578676452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-like-ive-been-drugged.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112859500209391570</id><published>2005-10-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:09:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the office right now and I don't feel well at all.Everyone had left the office and I am the only adviser left other than the 2 secetries and my manager.I've been sneezing the whole morning. Feeling so darn cold and I look like hell cos I woke up so damn bloody early cos we had a event cum talk at 7am!!I woke up at 545am and was in suntec by 715am.  And I slept at about almost close to 1am last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112859500209391570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112859500209391570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-office-right-now-and-i-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112805402025487490</id><published>2005-09-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:20:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been 3 days since he left.It's been 2 days since this foreign feeling started.It has been only yesterday that I realised the bigger picture.And today, I dunno why, but I don't seem to feel afraid.Maybe becos I'm not at work today... Haha!I think it's finally over.Wake me up when november comes.... And fly me to december :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112805402025487490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112805402025487490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-3-days-since-he-left.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112783312901294093</id><published>2005-09-27T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:58:49.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AH HA!!!!I updated... TODAY! Not after today! Lisa you are wrong MUAHAHHA!Sorry ah.. I've been caught up with work and also with Dongli.Blame it on him. He took up lots of my time other than work.  HIS FAULT!!  But I'm not complaining :D  Tho I am rather tired from trying to entertain him while juggling with my work.  I'm a bz woman you know... :DTHANK GOD he's leaving tml!  HAHAH! I KIDDDDDD!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112783312901294093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112783312901294093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-ha-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112721979171018168</id><published>2005-09-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:36:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is back and it can't get any sweeter than this.  But yet, it cuts like a knife.With every soft touch sends electrifying steaks throughout my body.  Is the love greater than I think it is?  Or has it been such a long time?I will always make time.  But what does it mean?I will let and see where the wind blows me to.  Is the love strong enough to suck me back in, strong enough to open its arms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112721979171018168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112721979171018168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-is-back-and-it-cant-get-any.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112703794956230022</id><published>2005-09-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:05:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLY I'M FREEEEEEE!!!!I passed the final exam of my cors and no more studying for me!!!Oh and that means I'd have to go to work everyday from now on :(  Sob sob.We all have to grow up one day anyway.I miss you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112703794956230022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112703794956230022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-im-freeeeeee-i-passed-final.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112662704686040298</id><published>2005-09-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:57:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aries (Mar 21 - Apr 20)Aries CharacteristicsAries is the first of the twelve zodiacs. It represents the beginning of all things and usually displays a strong desire to lead. Aries is adventurous, energetic, pioneering, and courageous. Arians always want to be on top. They tend to be frank and open but also self-centered and willful. Arians love adventure and almost has no fear. All is done with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112662704686040298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112662704686040298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/aries-mar-21-apr-20-aries.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112653456704385542</id><published>2005-09-12T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:16:07.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I FUCKIN' PASSED MY FUCKIN'PAPER ON THIS FUCKIN'GODDAMN DAY!!!!THANK YOU FOR YOUR FUCKIN' PRAYERS FOR ALL YOU FUCKERS WHO FUCKIN' PRAYED FOR ME!!!FUCK!!!! WOOOHOOOOOO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112653456704385542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112653456704385542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-fuckin-passed-my-fuckinpaper-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112644368664851414</id><published>2005-09-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:01:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSNSIMAC president says:dear heavenly father...SIMAC president says:i pray to thee that my darling will pass her m9 with relative ease tml.SIMAC president says:and that she will continue to excel in your holy name for her health insurance cert the following sat.*jane* says:yay!!SIMAC president says:in the name of the father  , the son and the holy ghost...Amen*jane* says:AMEN!!!SIMAC president </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112644368664851414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112644368664851414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/msn-simac-president-says-dear-heavenly.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112610178699368722</id><published>2005-09-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:03:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fickled.A Bitch.Heartbreaker.Sinner.I disappear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112610178699368722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112610178699368722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/fickled.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112592742341209042</id><published>2005-09-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:00:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, ok, I'm updating now.whenever I have something to blog about.. I never really gotten abt to do it.  Lazy.I'm getting tired.  And confused too.  I dunno what I want anymore.  Matters of the heart.There are things in life I wished I can change.  The mistakes I made that put me where I am now.  Not that I regret it entirely, just that, things could have been different, maybe even happier.There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112592742341209042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112592742341209042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-ok-im-updating-now.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112562631047644669</id><published>2005-09-02T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:58:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at 330pm I have a calculations test.  Tml I have an mcq exam, after which I will visit my manager at Commex.But all that's swimming in my head is the exam papers that I still need to clear and it's stressing me out!! sob sob :(I really hate exams.. to think before I tot I never wanted to grow up and earn a living and instead study for the rest of my life.I guess I changed my mind.  Tho I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112562631047644669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112562631047644669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-at-330pm-i-have-calculations.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112521145083836710</id><published>2005-08-28T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:44:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I came home at 5am and got locked out of that house.  My dad put a foreign padlock which i do not have the key to.. HAHAHAHAAH!So I stood outside the door ringing the bell and called the house phone til someone open the gate for me.  Sheeesh :)I was so wasted.  But I manage to take a shower anyway and I tot I'd be sleeping soon.  Instead my friend called me up and we spoke til 8am!  When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112521145083836710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112521145083836710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-i-came-home-at-5am-and-got-locked.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112503128582970366</id><published>2005-08-26T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:41:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been too shagged up to blog and no, I don't mean 'shag' as in having sex. Never knew training to become a financial planner can be so tough!! All the training and tests and exams!  And people think we're rubbish!  You have no idea what we have to go thru to give you proper advice and infomation to help u plan carefully with ur finances and u snub us?!Ok I'm like over-reacting.  But it's true</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112503128582970366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112503128582970366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-been-too-shagged-up-to-blog-and-no.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112472225861632734</id><published>2005-08-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:50:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.I've not blogged for 10 days!Just when I thought I'd blog for that day, I'd be held up. And just hours ago, everything went mad.  Family emergency.  Not a pretty sight.  Don't wanna go into the details anyway.Had to break away from my training.  Go over to them.  I should be upset.  In fact I'm kinda pissed cos it interrupt something that's important to me.Anyway the dust has settled for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112472225861632734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112472225861632734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112385821866501734</id><published>2005-08-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:50:18.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG I'm so tired!When I came home today I told myself I was gonna take a short nap then revise my notes.  Instead, I finished reading a story book. -_-By the time I was done, it was 8pm.  Fuck.Too late for me to nap.So I quickly started on my mock questions I was given to practice on.  And all this while my eyes were super tired... I'm sure u know the feeling.I didn't even thought about my dinner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112385821866501734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112385821866501734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg-im-so-tired-when-i-came-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112369046189674171</id><published>2005-08-11T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:19:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U know what.. I think a new layout is not gonna happen anytime soon.. So u guys have to bear with this boring and very simple one.I've decided to update my people list.  Check it out if you like.Error I hope you don't mind me adding ur link... I don't know your name so therefore i put it as it is :D  unless you wanna tell me your name.. it's gonna be that way for now...Exam this sat. Thank god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112369046189674171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112369046189674171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/u-know-what_11.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112342202741738165</id><published>2005-08-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:55:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home alone tonight.  Just me and Loco.  The whole house to ourselves.Too bad I do not have someone special to share it with.My feet sticks and my neck has small patches of rashes.  Driving me nuts.I so need that Osim leg massage machine.Saw Lina twice at Tampines Mall.  My days of doing road shows outdoor are over.  From now on.. It's gonna be air-conditioned.  No exceptions.I need a holiday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112342202741738165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112342202741738165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/home-alone-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112295752621935959</id><published>2005-08-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:38:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112295752621935959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112295752621935959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112290549768012156</id><published>2005-08-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:11:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earlier this evening I was so upset. So much so that I locked myself up in the toilet for a good 20mins.  I have to admit I cried.  Never knew that I was expected to be the same as everyone.  To grow up, get thebest education"Get a basic paying job..", "Get experience first..", "... Work your way up slowly", "Tsk! You can never earn money in this line...", "You come into this job at the wrong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112290549768012156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112290549768012156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/earlier-this-evening-i-was-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112263674571091049</id><published>2005-07-29T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:38:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm kinda peeved.  SIM sent me brochures on the degrees i was interested in.  The letter that comes with it was... Was... No words can describe it really.They spelt my name wrong.  They spelt it as "Jare"............... -_-Fine. Never mind.As I read the next line, I saw red.They put this.... "Mr Chan Jare".......... -_-""""""WALLAO!!!Not only did they spelt my name wrongly, they referred to me as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112263674571091049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112263674571091049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-kinda-peeved.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112252418530936678</id><published>2005-07-28T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:18:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dunno whether I got into this biz too late but almost every friend I know has a planner of their own.  It was quite discouraging cos I am very confident of my services and the things I have to offer and I wanna share it with people close to my heart.Nevertheless, the friends I approached had been kind, and I'm happy.  I wish I can prove my worth now, but there are steps I need to take before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112252418530936678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112252418530936678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dunno-whether-i-got-into-this-biz.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112221411930342230</id><published>2005-07-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:08:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ate at Sake Sushi tonight and my father has demonstrate how to enjoy sushi with lots and i mean LOTS of Wasabe...Slowly the savor the taste of Wasabe...Cry for the wonderful tasteLook at how much u've cried...Try to breathe at the same time... Take big gulps of air in this case!Finally blow ur nose to get rid of all the booboo Wasabe has made u produce...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112221411930342230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112221411930342230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/ate-at-sake-sushi-tonight-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112218081024441249</id><published>2005-07-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:53:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya everyone...Yes after a long disappearance, I'm back.  To put in a boring entry.  Hur.I can't say that a lot happened in the past 2 weeks.  Dongli came back, as u all know.  This time the theme in his return is 'GOOD FOOD'.Yep.  For 4 days in a row we've been eating at restaurants.  Fish &amp; Co., Sake Sushi, Country Manna and... Well I can't remember the last one.  All not in order tho.  Went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112218081024441249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112218081024441249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-ya-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112133989800284562</id><published>2005-07-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:18:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I haven't been blogging for a week plus.  Well be prepared for a longer hiatus cos this blog is gonna go thru a major construction.You're still welcome to leave a tag! See ya soon!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112133989800284562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112133989800284562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-i-havent-been-blogging-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112066184201499304</id><published>2005-07-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:57:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dongs came back today and I picked him up at the airport... Super early sia!!!  Hai.. The things u do for love.  I only realized I looked like shit when I visited the toilet at the airport.  Should have brought along my shades.  Too late :DPulled a surprise on his mom.  As she turned her head to look behind her and saw him, she gave a yelp, twisted ard so fast for my sleepy eyes and hugged (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112066184201499304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112066184201499304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/dongs-came-back-today-and-i-picked-him.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112049062571444095</id><published>2005-07-04T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:23:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's my mom's birthday tml... but i dunno whether she'll enjoy it as we will be throwing a surprise party for her.  Somethings's happening and it's not good.. haiii..A very important person is coming back soon..  in less than 48 hours (i think) and I can't wait.  another loved one is coming back on the 8th.. happening or what!It's gonna be a bz period for me!  GOOD!! all the better.. I'm sick of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112049062571444095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112049062571444095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-my-moms-birthday-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112030023465616539</id><published>2005-07-02T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:35:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love works in mysterious waysDespite constantly bickering over trivial stuff even when we're not together, I still want you around for a chat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112030023465616539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112030023465616539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-works-in-mysterious-ways-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-112001681261906002</id><published>2005-06-29T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:46:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going back to reading again.  I haven't read and I mean seriously read in such a long time.  Let's not include The Da Vinci code.  It was only to find out why it was so interesting and I'm glad I did!So I bought a book, Angels &amp; Demons.  Linus kept raving about it.  Had to read it.  I was looking thru some Dummies book too.  Saw one that I wanted.  "Marketing Kit for Dummies" and another 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112001681261906002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/112001681261906002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-going-back-to-reading-again.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111995765663234606</id><published>2005-06-28T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:20:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what flavor pocky are you?[c] sugardew</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111995765663234606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111995765663234606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-flavor-pocky-are-you-c-sugardew.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111984134651395142</id><published>2005-06-27T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:06:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week is gonna be the most crucial one.  I'm devising a skirmish to escape my old job and look for a new one!For all the things I've done for that company, I couldn't care less getting paid for that... I just want out.For all the pending jobs, not my problem.And you think that following ur dreams- doing the job you've always wanted, would be stress free and make you the happiest, that's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111984134651395142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111984134651395142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-week-is-gonna-be-most-crucial-one.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111954194742016766</id><published>2005-06-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:52:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things/project I have to handle on my own (more or less).In priority order:1. En Rouge Mag - Deadline: Tml afternoon2. Nightlife.sg Model Search - To launch in July3. Company Press Release4. Katong Gym coupon with Singapore Tourism Board5. The High Society cardTo do all of the above with:1. Crappy, almost-not-there guidance2. Vague information to work with 3. MIA colleagues (actually have only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111954194742016766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111954194742016766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/thingsproject-i-have-to-handle-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111928665676086395</id><published>2005-06-21T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:57:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As much as I enjoy my work, I dread going to the office.  Dunno why.  Maybe it's becos I don't have a proper table with my very own personalised pc. Sucks.It's gonna be a long day tml.  I have to start going to the office early.  There'll also be interviews to conduct.  And oh, I just remember I have grooming classes at night too.  Fuck.The WHOLE DAY at the office.  I'm so used to the flexible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111928665676086395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111928665676086395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-much-as-i-enjoy-my-work-i-dread.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111917616419733934</id><published>2005-06-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:16:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someday SomedaySo we've already established the fact thatthings are gonna be different in the future baby.And you've reiterated the fact that you don't want to get into something that's just gonna have to end later.Now I know our lives are changing and I've seen it coming for a while too, don't get me wrong.And I've been going outta town baby it's gonna happen more,we gotta be strong but nowWhile</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111917616419733934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111917616419733934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/someday-someday-so-weve-already.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111916003530617378</id><published>2005-06-19T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:47:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people can be so annoyingly pushy.I hate it when a guy keeps bugging me to go out with him.. Til i can't take it anymore and decided go out with him for once to shut him up and the outing turns out to be a total flop.Disgusting.  Always bring along a friend or two(preferably a guy).  Thank god I did.  And I was spared the small talk cos my 2 friends were doing the talking for me. WAHAHAHHA!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111916003530617378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111916003530617378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-people-can-be-so-annoyingly-pushy.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111898673951572347</id><published>2005-06-17T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:38:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes... And so it is Just like you said it should be We'll both forget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111898673951572347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111898673951572347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-so-it-is-just-like-you-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111891937136770838</id><published>2005-06-16T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T18:56:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time has passed so fast today.  It's unbelievable.  And I did absolutely nothing.I'm suppose to go to Alley bar but I'm just plain lazy.  Besides, if I stayed there til late, there won't be a nightrider for me to take to go home.  Tml is more safer,  Stuff 1st anniversary at zouk and if i manange to get my 3 invites, who shall I invite?Urgh. Headache.  been thinking a lot lately.  In fact too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111891937136770838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111891937136770838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-has-passed-so-fast-today.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111884150924334479</id><published>2005-06-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:18:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who thinks Dongs and I make a great/perfect/wonderful/bestest/funniest/etc couple? Raise your hands!!!And give me your reason why.  Your contribution is very much appreciated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111884150924334479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111884150924334479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-thinks-dongs-and-i-make.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111876716109518763</id><published>2005-06-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:39:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh it's the midweek again.Another day at work.  Brought in a potential model and he was cute!  Italian chinese.  Nice.I seem to be slipping again. Dunno why.  I'm starting to wonder whether I can multitask anymore.  Can't juggle a relationship and my career.  That sucks.  Yet at the same time I cannot do without someone close to me without one asking for commitment.One day I'm gonna be kicked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111876716109518763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111876716109518763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh-its-midweek-again.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111837479614241124</id><published>2005-06-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:39:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh brother....It's time to go back to exercising.  Haven't been doing that for months!  Slowly does it eh?Starting of with swimming today.  I sure hope Tampines swimming pool is up and ready.  I hate going all the way to Downtown East tho it has less people.  Draggy.Help!  I'm having trouble getting off my lazy fat ass!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111837479614241124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111837479614241124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111817160008683813</id><published>2005-06-08T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:17:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was all out of love.  I'm recovering I guess.We're doing so much better now.  Tho I'm still jaded, my heart is starting to feel again. Beginning to see my former self returning.  Not completely, but bit by bit with each passing day.I'm still stressed tho.  I dunno whether I'll do a good job.  I always think my work is not good enough.  Never satisfactory.  When ppl see my work they think it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111817160008683813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111817160008683813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-all-out-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111808998758651635</id><published>2005-06-07T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T04:33:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting to know my colleagues better.Big boss, I find him funny, really funny, but also not shy.  Dunno how to get his own fags, always 'steals' from Mich and I.  Starting to annoy me.  "Hello, you not paying us yet you still 'steal' our fags?!"  Ok la, you buy food and drinks for us. Hur.  What a muddle-head.My other colleague, the only guy other than our boss in our editorial team, is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111808998758651635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111808998758651635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-getting-to-know-my-colleagues.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111795947790804055</id><published>2005-06-05T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:20:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have in mind to close down this blog.First and foremost, I've lost all zest to 'write' my thoughts down cos lately, it's just been full of unhapiness, hatred and loneliness, which I do not want to share with anyone.Nor do I have the engery or the interest to explain to anyone on why I'm feeling that way.Secondly, love has deluded me.  Life hasn't been what I've been expecting.  But I know life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111795947790804055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111795947790804055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-in-mind-to-close-down-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111754918791017700</id><published>2005-05-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:19:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wah... First lesson for today... Acting.How does actors and actresses do it man.  Acting is no easy feat.  Doing the basic 5 expressions is already hard enough - Happy, sad, angry, worried and stress, esp when it's impromtu.Doing all that can make your face cramped up already.  I think having a script to follow would be much easier.  Least you don't have to use ur imagination. Hur.I like my class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111754918791017700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111754918791017700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111742801896744562</id><published>2005-05-30T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:40:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new week in Singleville.  I have a feeling I'll be missing him soon.Tho I'll be working today, it won't be much.  And I really hope with all my might that I would sign a contract payment form of some sort!!!  I'd like to know how i'm getting paid!Interview with a potential client to be a freelance graphic designer.  Hmmm, that guy doesn't seem to like smsing a lot.  Kept in contact with me via </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111742801896744562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111742801896744562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-week-in-singleville.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111718317609218244</id><published>2005-05-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:39:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what's wrong with me today.I have the sudden urge to rearrange my life.  To start afresh, like reset my life.To go somewhere new, meet new people and have a new relationship.  It's dreadful.Just when I gave a nice testimonial to Dong, suddenly I wanna go against everything I said.I think I'm really fickle-minded.  I dunno what I want.  I have so many choices.  And in the end if I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111718317609218244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111718317609218244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111712915354059999</id><published>2005-05-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:39:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO WANTS TO BE A TALENT SCOUT OR MODEL?????INTERVIEWS AND AUDITIONS ARE OPENED NOW!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111712915354059999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111712915354059999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-wants-to-be-talent-scout-or-model.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111694782403778931</id><published>2005-05-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:19:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sian, I won't start work til Thursday.  And it's not even work!  It's a briefing on what we should do as talent scouts and we'll be given sales kit.  Mich gave me good news, she got a job as an marketing exec in da same co!  Then she dropped the bomb on me, that if her friend's offer is better.. she'll go there instead... WHY?! MICH! U already accepted the job already le!! How can back down now?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111694782403778931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111694782403778931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/sian-i-wont-start-work-til-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111660550405417512</id><published>2005-05-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:11:44.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BABY DONGLI!!!!!!!!!!!Have fun getting saboed!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111660550405417512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111660550405417512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-my-baby-dongli-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111651588456876373</id><published>2005-05-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T02:03:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MY BUMMING DAYS ARE OVER!! OVER I TELL YA!!I got a job in a model agency.  No not as a model.. but as a account exec!! WOOHOO!!  And I'm hoping Mich and Rachel will join me too! And congrats to Evelyn on her job offer as a fashion merchandiser!! U GO GIRL!Soon, our clique will not be jobless!! YAY YAH!!And we're going sentosa tml!!! DOUBLE YAY YAH!!And I will not be depress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111651588456876373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111651588456876373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay-my-bumming-days-are-over-over-i.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111634665290870203</id><published>2005-05-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:17:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111634665290870203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111634665290870203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/am-i-unwise-to-open-up-your-eyes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111630494735579158</id><published>2005-05-17T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:42:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A guy name Christopher from my high school passed away yesterday.  He was one year my senior and in the same swimming team.  He was also in the Boys Brigade.He died from cancer.I don't remember him well but I know he's off to a better place and can suffer no more.My condolence to his family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111630494735579158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111630494735579158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/guy-name-christopher-from-my-high.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111614785933386847</id><published>2005-05-15T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:04:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nagging: Verb Inflected forms: nagged, nag·ging, nags Verb tr. 1. To annoy by constant scolding, complaining, or urging. 2. To torment persistently, as with anxiety or pain. Verb intr. 1. To scold, complain, or find fault constantly: nagging at the children. 2. To be a constant source of anxiety or annoyance: The half-remembered quotation nagged at my mind.  My mom wants me to go to church today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111614785933386847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111614785933386847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/nagging-verb-inflected-forms-nagged.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111612975828333069</id><published>2005-05-15T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:50:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When two strangers are thrown together and they fall in love,  it's always good to set the 'rules' of the relationship, no matter how soon it is.Be honest about it, cos when you do not state your expectations of the relationship(not of the person, and hope they're not riddiculous ones too!), you'd bound to be disappoint for sure.Having said all that, it is provided if you're serious about long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111612975828333069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111612975828333069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-two-strangers-are-thrown-together.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111596464286104930</id><published>2005-05-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:10:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: April 11Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too. You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111596464286104930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111596464286104930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-birthdate-april-11-your-birth-on.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111589965589149116</id><published>2005-05-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:07:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I need to get a happening job, like how eve had put it.For now, any job is somewhat a happening job cos why?  I'd be earning money.  Now THAT'S happening.Now what's NOT happening is taking my final class.  Electronic Media.  Sian.  If only July was already here and I'll be starting class.This is the longest time in my life that I've ever bummed around without a job.  Let's see, I stopped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111589965589149116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111589965589149116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-i-need-to-get-happening-job-like.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111565290904004646</id><published>2005-05-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:35:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha!  Tml I have an interview for a sales and marketing exec position..But I dunno whether I want that job if I get it.  Not too keen on it le... But I need money.. so there.  Gonna give it a tryHad shisha today with the girls.. Man, seems like breaking up is the trend.  Shall not elaborate on that.  Just feeling the pressure to be single... HAHA! I KIDDD!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111565290904004646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111565290904004646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/ha-tml-i-have-interview-for-sales-and.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111544940552039187</id><published>2005-05-07T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:03:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to thank everyone who had wished me luck for the interview today.. and esp to Sam and Rachel who gave me lots of tips.Unfortunately those tips didn't work.  I didn't get the job not becos I didn't take advice, I didn't get the job becos it seems like SIA weren't looking for those kind of people.SIA interviews around 500 girls each time.  And out of 500 they only pick 20.  Imagine that.  My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111544940552039187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111544940552039187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-to-thank-everyone-who-had.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111543416323062427</id><published>2005-05-07T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:49:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's the interview and I'm tired as hell.I didn't get a good sleep.  Not becos I was nervous or anything.  My body ached and my mind was still alert til the wee hours of the morning.  Close to 6am to be exact.It was bloody frustrating.  I remember drifting on and off sleep.  Tossing and turning to make myself comfortable.  Eyes burning in my sockets.  I wanted to scream.It's like I'm alert to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111543416323062427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111543416323062427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-interview-and-im-tired-as-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111535193297111351</id><published>2005-05-06T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:00:41.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's itinery:1. Cut Hair - Simei2. Trim Eyebrows - Paragon3. Collect gift - Bugis4. Spa appointment - Adelfi5. Light shopping - Where ever I so happen to be atWell, activities are not in order.  But I guess the first thing I would wanna do is cut my hair.  Which I should do right now.  So I have to get ready if I wanna make it for my 3pm spa appointment! Muahahaha!  Today is Pampering Myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111535193297111351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111535193297111351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-itinery-1.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111521433364418002</id><published>2005-05-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:45:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It' not even 10pm and I'm already sleepy!I bet I'll just sleep til the next morning if i lay on my bed right now... But no!!! I must wait for Dongs to come online.Dunno why I'm super nua.. Maybe becos I didn't sleep well.  My freakin right shoulder aches and it became worse when I pulled a muscle there.Fuck! It felt like my mucle was gonna tear and my shoulder will explode and my arm will fall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111521433364418002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111521433364418002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-not-even-10pm-and-im-already-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111500478444140363</id><published>2005-05-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:33:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok at last I have a mission!!!I am searching for the right bikini!  And I think I found it!!!TADAH!!!I LIKE!!!!!  Unfortch I can't get that in Singapore and why?  Cos it's from the USA, Victoria Secrets!!!  But it's so gorgeous right?!  *sob sob*Why can't they have a retail outlet here in Singapore?  It'll be damn popular lor.  I know I'll be going there every week!  And spend all my money there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111500478444140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111500478444140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-at-last-i-have-mission-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111496530851725647</id><published>2005-05-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:35:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so freakin bored out of my mind!!!I need something to do!!!Anyone wanna go swimming? I'm desperate!!Can you imagine this, I've been at home for the past week and only went out... ONCE!!! YES ONCE!! It's INSANE!!! I'm going insane!!HeEEeEeeeLLLLllllPPpppPpp.... III''mmmmmm mmmeeeeelllttttiinnnnnggg.... *pulls at face*If only Tampines Swimming pool is done with renovations.  So much more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111496530851725647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111496530851725647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-so-freakin-bored-out-of-my-mind-i.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111494585926897650</id><published>2005-05-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:10:59.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dunno what to say.I'm dead inside.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111494585926897650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111494585926897650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dunno-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111486320941202590</id><published>2005-04-30T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:15:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to work on my patience... Which is none by the way.I have a feeling retribution will come my way soon enough and I'll break into pieces.I'm lucky now, but not for long.I'm such a angry person, and I hope it will not be for long.I'm sorry, give me time.  I won't take long I promise... Just don't leave me.I'm angry becos I miss you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111486320941202590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111486320941202590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-need-to-work-on-my-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111479378548042734</id><published>2005-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:58:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yea my paper is over! OOOOOOVVVVVEEERRRRR!!!!!And I can officially bum around! :DAfter the paper I met up with friends for bowling!  Power!  I know for the next week I'll  be bored out of my mind while waiting for the interview day so I plan to play bowling with my family.. then mahjong with my family again.  Probably pop by my granparent's place for nahjong!  AGAIN! HAHAHAH!WAH!!! I gamble </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111479378548042734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111479378548042734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-yea-my-paper-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111467691363825354</id><published>2005-04-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:28:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On my previous entry, I said that my cousin was accidently shot right?  That's not true apparently.Someone shot him deliberately.  3 times in the head.  And it wasn't the neighbour, it was his brother-in-law.  neighbours fighting was a setup.A lesson for all of you, never offend a filipino, esp the men in the Philippines.  U might just end up dead.I'm not saying that all filipinos are violent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111467691363825354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111467691363825354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-my-previous-entry-i-said-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111466099931341859</id><published>2005-04-28T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:07:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karma, retribution, fate... You have to believe in them sometimes.  In fact, we should always believe and be wary of what we do.A cousin of mine in the Philippines was shot.  He died on the spot right outside his house.One night his neighbour was having a fight.  Not the regular fight u hear like shouting and throwing of stuff.  In the Philippines, fighting is REALLY fighting.  Not only with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111466099931341859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111466099931341859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/karma-retribution-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111448575569509209</id><published>2005-04-26T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:27:16.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear *Jane*,Thank you for your recent application for the position of Flight Stewardess with Singapore Airlines.  I am pleased to invite you for an interview on Saturday 07th May 2005, at 1340 hrs, at the following address:Management Development Centre (MDC),Level 1, Lobby C, SIA Training Centre,720 Upper Changi Road East,Singapore 486852.Please find a sketch-map attached for your reference.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111448575569509209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111448575569509209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/dear-jane-thank-you-for-your-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111431082968510504</id><published>2005-04-24T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:47:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAY!!!Aiyah. Nothing special.  Another day at work.  And the last day too.  For the following days, I have to study for a exam on Friday.  Aiyah, piece of cake la! *cross fingers*I need a part time job, one that lets me work half the day.  And the other half, another job.  Shall try to jaga 2 jobs at one time for a change.  Could be interesting, provided it'll be interesting jobs.I wanna work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111431082968510504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111431082968510504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-aiyah.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111422426095941359</id><published>2005-04-23T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:59:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you can't help but be ashamed of your fellow Singaporeans.I have a job for the weekends and yesterday was the first day of the gig.  We're promoting Discovery Channel's Egypt Week. We have 4 actors in Egyption outfit and they are to walk around an area giving out 'egyptian' pens every now and then.  Behind them will be someone carrying a sign on what's going on.  I would be that person.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111422426095941359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111422426095941359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/sometimes-you-cant-help-but-be-ashamed.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111405024651415573</id><published>2005-04-21T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T10:24:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have no idea how a fairly normal conversation can go sour at the last min.Due to that, we broke up.In my dreams.What a nightmare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111405024651415573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111405024651415573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/have-no-idea-how-fairly-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111399303354239562</id><published>2005-04-20T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:30:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea why I'm so moody today.Ok maybe I do.  As if being in the same project group with two China girls is not bad enough (language barrier and considering my chinese sucks), u have one of them being domineering.  Quite irritating really.Whatever u wanna say, she'll always interrupt.  She doesn't let the other person finish her sentence.  And if another continues to finish her sentence, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111399303354239562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111399303354239562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-no-idea-why-im-so-moody-today.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111390782312645463</id><published>2005-04-19T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:00:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am soooo sleepy...Contemplating on whether I should take a nap but I think after yesterday (I slept at 2am!) I think I rather not.The last week of classes is almost coming to an end. Friday will be the last class of this module and in a week after that It's the exams.  Oh mother!Feel so freakin' nua.So how ppl... How's the new template?  I know it's super simple, no graphics at all.  I figured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111390782312645463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111390782312645463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-soooo-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111383417498385477</id><published>2005-04-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:22:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK!I know there are pictures in demand and finally it's here!  Let me take you back to my thailand trip!!Enjoy!Ps. I wanted to put up a summary of pics here but I lazy la... so just enjoy da album in shutterfly! THAILAND HERE WE COME!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111383417498385477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111383417498385477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-i-know-there-are-pictures-in-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111372466585284029</id><published>2005-04-17T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:57:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What lazy Sunday afternoon...And guess what... I have my very own ipod mini!!! A pink one at that :D:DDongli got it for me for my birthday, and I thought the plane tix to thailand and accomodation was the present... Apparently NOT!So I gave my creative muvo to my cousin.  Yes I know I'm very generous... thank you thank you!So now Dongli, Lisa and I have an ipod mini each!! Excellent!! Oh I bought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111372466585284029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111372466585284029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111323198562152402</id><published>2005-04-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:09:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I think I've neglected my blog long enough. KekekkeLife is back to lonely days after yesterday.Dongli went back to brunei on the 10th of april on the 1020pm flight.  unfortch it was also on the day before my birthday... so he didn't spend my birthday with me... -BOOHOOO!!- which is today by the way... WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! NOW~!So happy birthday to me :DThe good news is that the next time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111323198562152402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111323198562152402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-i-think-ive-neglected-my-blog-long.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111191319757738886</id><published>2005-03-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:46:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry ah.. I feel so lazy to blog these past few days.Last week i've been bz... doing OT almost everyday cos my last day in DHL will be up soon.  And next week will be my last week! On thursday is my last day and I'll be flying to thailand on friday for 4 days!! EXCELLENT!And my dongs will be back tml!!! HEAVEN!!!!!  Man next week is gonna be crazy!Wild wild Wet was cool.. Mabs and I went there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111191319757738886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111191319757738886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorry-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111150076960042384</id><published>2005-03-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:12:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God my voice is almost back!!!! *dances ard*And tml I don't have to go to the office!!! And plus I get to sleep for an hour longer!! And I don't have to wear office clothes!!!I have external meeting that's why... Buwaahahahah!It's from 9am to 5pm... SHIOK! And after that can jalan jalan ard for a while before meeting the rest of my collegues for KARAOKE!! We're going to K-Box at Suntec.Yea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111150076960042384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111150076960042384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/thank-god-my-voice-is-almost-back.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111129399491333591</id><published>2005-03-20T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:46:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh you have no idea how much I've been sneezing da whole morning!Everytime i sneezed, god knows what comes out of my face!  Hahahahah!! I know it's disgusting!  I guess I'm in the recovery process now, sneezing away all the bad bad things in my body.Half the time I'm tearing, cos my nose starts to choke up and I'd feel a sneeze coming up then "AAAACCCCCHHHOOOOOO!!!!" and u'll see me running to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111129399491333591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111129399491333591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/gosh-you-have-no-idea-how-much-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111113476609916567</id><published>2005-03-18T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:32:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya people!!!Obviously I'm not getting brownie points for the Ant entry from strangers.  Comon people, where's your sense of humor!!!It's okay tho, you don't me so ure forgiven :D  As for friends, who know I'm just kidding around.  Besides, that has happened is nature's work.  Nature demonstrates, I just report it... As simple as that. :)Anyways, once again, I did not go to work.  I lost my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111113476609916567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111113476609916567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-ya-people-obviously-im-not-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111085343035192852</id><published>2005-03-15T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:23:50.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm at home right now instead of being at work.  I'm sick.  Bloody sore throat and blocked nose.  I think it was due to shouting and cursing too much about Lara da Gila :DAnyways lets pretend she's an insect ok.  And I've beaten her up into a pulp.  Well ok u can't really beat an insect into a pulp!  Ok so I cut off her legs and pull out her wings.  Torturous aint it? *devilish grin*Finally I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111085343035192852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111085343035192852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-im-at-home-right-now-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111071963440093650</id><published>2005-03-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:13:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm gonna have a MAJOR bitch fit right now!!!!!!!!!!!OH THE NERVE!!!! !#^!#&amp;#$!@!^*$@&amp;@!!!Tonight Lara the gila/shedeveil/bitch goes back to the Philippines.  Her flight leaves at 10pm.  Someone please bomb her plane down!!!  She's taking the Brunei Airlines.She had everything packed and I thought she had everything cleared out in her room.  Please people, please tell me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111071963440093650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111071963440093650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/oooooooooooooooooooo-im-gonna-have_13.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111060781506543940</id><published>2005-03-12T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:10:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here I am at an internet cafe/place... at cineleisure..  The thing is that I had the bowling tournament this morning at Marina Bay Super Bowl.  My team, The Road Bullies, won third price. HA!!! I helped the team to win!!! Hey it's true ok!  We had 3 games each and my best score was 160. 160!!!  First time in my life!! There was the top 3 female bowler with the highest score.  Unfortunately, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111060781506543940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111060781506543940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-here-i-am-at-internet-cafeplace.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111029021827929580</id><published>2005-03-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:56:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!!! I remembered to eat my dinner and so I can sleep early tonight!!!!Msg to the people out there whom I've been talking to lately.Lisa: I love u pipi! And I love ur english.. so farnie :DRachel: U kaypoh siao charboh.. I love u too.. but as a friend :D:DThe SheDevil: Go to hell.Mabs: As if she'll read this but heck... I LOVE UUUUUuuuuUUUU!! As a best friend of cos.And last but not leastDongli</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111029021827929580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111029021827929580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-i-remembered-to-eat-my-dinner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-111020373940952916</id><published>2005-03-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:55:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life's in a mess.I found out my tenant is SUCH a two face.  I thought I met someone who's honest and frank and liberal.  And now I think she's so stupid."U wanna bitch about ppl behind their back, be more tactful can?  Of all ppl you wanna bitch to, you bitch to my friends, and to my cousin.  Are u mental or what?And you claim I'm not being a friend becos of reasons you can think of.  Whatever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111020373940952916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/111020373940952916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-lifes-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-110995266515021599</id><published>2005-03-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:58:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA!!!! My bowling skills have improved tremendously!!!  Yes yes I know, half the time I've been reading about me bowling.  Well u won't hear about it after end of next week :D:DDHL's tournament will be on the 12th.  Did I mentioned that before?  Can't remember liao.  Anyways for the first 2 times I bowled ever since I stepped into DHL, my scores were crap!! Only hitting a hundred just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/110995266515021599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/110995266515021599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/ha-my-bowling-skills-have-improved.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811419.post-110977375669835797</id><published>2005-03-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:29:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdvancedYou scored 86% Beginner, 80% Intermediate, 81% Advanced, and 72% Expert!  You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/110977375669835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811419/posts/default/110977375669835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-spitfire.blogspot.com/2005/03/advanced-you-scored-86-beginner-80.html' title=''/><author><name>:: s p i t f i r e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979783175201207304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v139/butterfly_spitfire/butterfly.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
