<?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-4122752059642119134</id><updated>2012-02-23T23:09:32.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING ABOUT YOU IS SO ADDICTIVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-740962538124326203</id><published>2012-02-23T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T23:09:32.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e x h a u s t e d</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering I'm tired physically and mentally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got back more results and so far I've already failed Chinese and ss. And I barely passed e math....sigh the only thing I did well in was a math. But just can't help this overwhelming feeling of disappointment. Like nothing I ever do is going to be enough. There's always going to be people smarter than me. People prettier than me. People better at everything than me. And it pains me to know I'll never reach expectations I set for myself. Wanted badly to get into top 3 in my class to get the award and show that I can actually excel in Cedar not just scrape by with a pass all the time. But at the rate I'm going....I'll be lucky if I even pass my whole year of exams. I reek of failure. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just had vca run today. Smiled at this one guy I got blatantly dao-ed!! Ok either he doesn't recognize me or.... whatever haha but had lunch with denise sarah lorraine clarissa and hui yee @ pizza hut. Ate so much pretty sure I put on every last bit of fat I burned today or maybe more. And the whole pizza hut was filled with cedarians, vjcians and victorians alike it was so noisy. Overall today was a good day it felt good to run though after the finish line I felt so dizzy and faint. Managed to run 2km non stop but everything went downhill after that cause of all the walking whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s today is Friday I think blogger screwed up the dates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BqUKJynb6m0/T0c3DyF962I/AAAAAAAAANM/k7EebJkXSLU/s640/blogger-image--86054503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BqUKJynb6m0/T0c3DyF962I/AAAAAAAAANM/k7EebJkXSLU/s640/blogger-image--86054503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TrMAo7WZ_us/T0c3FkCE98I/AAAAAAAAANU/fdGNW8qlekI/s640/blogger-image-1769678934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TrMAo7WZ_us/T0c3FkCE98I/AAAAAAAAANU/fdGNW8qlekI/s640/blogger-image-1769678934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QjTUMRRdpzo/T0c3GcUDdDI/AAAAAAAAANY/Utc7vhW3xYw/s640/blogger-image--1878203244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QjTUMRRdpzo/T0c3GcUDdDI/AAAAAAAAANY/Utc7vhW3xYw/s640/blogger-image--1878203244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NobgsIrkjug/T0c3HHjB4AI/AAAAAAAAANk/LO3WGD17SQg/s640/blogger-image-1268213937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NobgsIrkjug/T0c3HHjB4AI/AAAAAAAAANk/LO3WGD17SQg/s640/blogger-image-1268213937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-740962538124326203?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/740962538124326203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/740962538124326203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/740962538124326203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/tired.html' title='e x h a u s t e d'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BqUKJynb6m0/T0c3DyF962I/AAAAAAAAANM/k7EebJkXSLU/s72-c/blogger-image--86054503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-1555056059906310358</id><published>2012-02-20T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T01:13:00.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondayayeaye</title><content type='html'>Today was just like any other day. Failed Chinese though sigh kind of expected. Lao Shi scolded the whole class today and it kind of hit me that yes, we haven't been putting enough effort. I like teachers like her actually, who actually bother to scold their students cause they genuinely care. But the thing is I find no use in putting in effort because of the fact my efforts always seem to be fruitless where Chinese is concerned.  Or maybe that's just a lousy excuse..........&lt;br /&gt;P/s Kerk made truffles. 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It was extremely boring gosh but had lunch w/ qinglian, tze yen they all at Javier's @ cineleisure so that wasn't bad! Have to study soon but just can't find the motivation too ugh ok but will have to try anyway. Oh and this thing called trypophobia has been circulating on the Internet. It's about some irrational fear of clustered holes?? And everyone says they get chills/ goosebumps over it. But I don't! Like no matter how long I stare at the photo.....I just don't. But have to admit that trypophobia is kind of cool and interesting going to read up about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YqUqahSfpiY/Tz9zYT8tBAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XQuGJZ8qe9Y/s640/blogger-image--1083343360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YqUqahSfpiY/Tz9zYT8tBAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XQuGJZ8qe9Y/s640/blogger-image--1083343360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B202BFtUKK4/Tz9zY9WgQFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kzXRDGhYjIY/s640/blogger-image-795505509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B202BFtUKK4/Tz9zY9WgQFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kzXRDGhYjIY/s640/blogger-image-795505509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7xa3nq3NQ4c/Tz9zZUEd7WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2PPVTScBygA/s640/blogger-image--541279836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7xa3nq3NQ4c/Tz9zZUEd7WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2PPVTScBygA/s640/blogger-image--541279836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-4662332594275478345?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4662332594275478345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4662332594275478345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4662332594275478345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking-day.html' title='Thinking day'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YqUqahSfpiY/Tz9zYT8tBAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XQuGJZ8qe9Y/s72-c/blogger-image--1083343360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-4783330132684953518</id><published>2012-02-17T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T06:58:06.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of bending over backwards just to please you. Sigh anyway a math today was much better than e math and was one of the good things that happened today that sort of gave me a tiny frisson of hope for the rest of ct1. Guides today was just 1/2 hour of thinking day practice and I stayed back with Shrida to study hahah well sort of. First part was mostly talking and crapping in the container classroom but last part was hardcore mugging ok! She lectured me on bio and feeling slightly less worried for bio now. 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How shallow they are. Some are just people you have around to chase away loneliness with their presence. I'm not saying I'm against acquaintance whose company you might just enjoy but just marveling at how hard true and deep friendship is to find. Extremely rare and really hope I might find something like that one day. 100% dependence. No secrets. Full acceptance. Selfless loving. Trust. &lt;br /&gt;Ps/ math ct today was pure horror. No further elaboration don't feel like dwelling on it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GOrw-h4tYyE/TzuZBdPrxDI/AAAAAAAAALY/itYkW1wIcxA/s640/blogger-image-64678577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GOrw-h4tYyE/TzuZBdPrxDI/AAAAAAAAALY/itYkW1wIcxA/s640/blogger-image-64678577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3JqMTHC95WQ/TzuZB64osbI/AAAAAAAAALc/zl_QdAp0H_E/s640/blogger-image-173818622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3JqMTHC95WQ/TzuZB64osbI/AAAAAAAAALc/zl_QdAp0H_E/s640/blogger-image-173818622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-2443865293950208262?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2443865293950208262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/realization_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2443865293950208262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2443865293950208262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/realization_15.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GOrw-h4tYyE/TzuZBdPrxDI/AAAAAAAAALY/itYkW1wIcxA/s72-c/blogger-image-64678577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-3041375317592511846</id><published>2012-02-15T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T03:36:40.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday in Cedar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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The questions tested were so weird and I'm really afraid of failing. Especially since I studied so hard for it!!! :( sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sj6bu3VK3og/Tzj5ALowG2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/60pJZJYIwFU/s640/blogger-image-1736492525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sj6bu3VK3og/Tzj5ALowG2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/60pJZJYIwFU/s640/blogger-image-1736492525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e9i6lalhgjM/Tzj5A0kEpWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IQ9U8caHQr0/s640/blogger-image--1818480512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e9i6lalhgjM/Tzj5A0kEpWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IQ9U8caHQr0/s640/blogger-image--1818480512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nOwBUtvjp34/Tzj5BR0eeqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uI28NDSuTTk/s640/blogger-image-1581846672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nOwBUtvjp34/Tzj5BR0eeqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uI28NDSuTTk/s640/blogger-image-1581846672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-1083357147245749352?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1083357147245749352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/hard-work-please-pay-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1083357147245749352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1083357147245749352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/hard-work-please-pay-off.html' title='hard work please pay off'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sj6bu3VK3og/Tzj5ALowG2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/60pJZJYIwFU/s72-c/blogger-image-1736492525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-3766067726041567837</id><published>2012-02-12T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T03:43:54.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#leggo</title><content type='html'>STUDYING SS, FEELING LIKE DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-3766067726041567837?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3766067726041567837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/leggo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/3766067726041567837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/3766067726041567837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/leggo.html' title='#leggo'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-7433858696693348232</id><published>2012-02-10T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:16:32.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Common tests are next week and I'm starting to panic.&lt;br /&gt;1. Homework. How am I supposed to study when there's homework after homework I'm trying to complete?&lt;br /&gt;2. My big ass lazy butt. It's like on one hand I want to do well and work hard but on the other hand I just can't seem to find the motivation or energy to get my butt moving and actually start doing something about it!!! FRUSTATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Rui Qi gave me a jar of cny goodies yesterday how sweet is she man :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K6bG1ZQ7D7c/TzXBZq97scI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4jTFo50Jd2w/s640/blogger-image--930555800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K6bG1ZQ7D7c/TzXBZq97scI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4jTFo50Jd2w/s640/blogger-image--930555800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ch4uPurLzks/TzXBaJktz6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-QC2oPTFL1o/s640/blogger-image-1524155870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ch4uPurLzks/TzXBaJktz6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-QC2oPTFL1o/s640/blogger-image-1524155870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hk4frRCnT7U/TzXBavQq1bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PUW_gsnZEnM/s640/blogger-image-909171760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hk4frRCnT7U/TzXBavQq1bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PUW_gsnZEnM/s640/blogger-image-909171760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YYse4fSmHXI/TzXBbezvsWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yq0VwClH_Dk/s640/blogger-image-117969664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YYse4fSmHXI/TzXBbezvsWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yq0VwClH_Dk/s640/blogger-image-117969664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-7433858696693348232?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7433858696693348232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7433858696693348232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7433858696693348232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K6bG1ZQ7D7c/TzXBZq97scI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4jTFo50Jd2w/s72-c/blogger-image--930555800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-2352048170325091573</id><published>2012-02-09T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:02:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles</title><content type='html'>We're stuck in circles. We can't seem to escape from where we are now. We just keep going back to square one. No matter how hard we try. The torture is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh why am I feeling so emotional lately. sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-2352048170325091573?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2352048170325091573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2352048170325091573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2352048170325091573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/circles.html' title='Circles'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-684246156993866901</id><published>2012-02-07T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T05:11:22.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im fine. Im just not happy.</title><content type='html'>Do you realize that your words cut? They shouldn't I know, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I'm still doing maths though my eyelids are drooping. T I R E D. Almost thought I'd die during double maths before school ended. A maths can jump off a cliff into a pit of lava infested with piranhas and flesh-eating zombies!!!!!! Die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe today was horrible. Ms Poon was pmsing and I was on the receiving end ugh. To think I actually told jia qian she was nice in the morning. It was mortifying I swear. So I shall not post it up here to save me from further public humiliation sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gvX_evNf5hc/TzEiPK1Id4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/H_3G4LPX2QI/s640/blogger-image--1892955740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gvX_evNf5hc/TzEiPK1Id4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/H_3G4LPX2QI/s640/blogger-image--1892955740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BA3Ja_qiWEY/TzEiPoulhgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7Du_uE6_240/s640/blogger-image-1499631221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BA3Ja_qiWEY/TzEiPoulhgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7Du_uE6_240/s640/blogger-image-1499631221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2myBQQQuw84/TzEiQdfJqaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kHfiijMvn_g/s640/blogger-image-1960706943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2myBQQQuw84/TzEiQdfJqaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kHfiijMvn_g/s640/blogger-image-1960706943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LiobJHDS-1w/TzEiQoh2WSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gEyKZlMRD60/s640/blogger-image--339009150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LiobJHDS-1w/TzEiQoh2WSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gEyKZlMRD60/s640/blogger-image--339009150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E-Em_rYWtjE/TzEiRO7zD5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/efwxCMNVd4E/s640/blogger-image--611996985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E-Em_rYWtjE/TzEiRO7zD5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/efwxCMNVd4E/s640/blogger-image--611996985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-84Y1aZF_qyM/TzEijGjS-QI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gS-Gf_RGfS4/s640/blogger-image--1943959772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-84Y1aZF_qyM/TzEijGjS-QI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gS-Gf_RGfS4/s640/blogger-image--1943959772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-684246156993866901?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/684246156993866901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-fine-i-just-not-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/684246156993866901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/684246156993866901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-fine-i-just-not-happy.html' title='Im fine. Im just not happy.'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gvX_evNf5hc/TzEiPK1Id4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/H_3G4LPX2QI/s72-c/blogger-image--1892955740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-1563363548164752336</id><published>2012-02-04T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:53:28.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss</title><content type='html'>I can die happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: the hunger games&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: catching fire&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: mockingjay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT POSSIBLY FATHOM HOW EXCITED I AM TO GET STARTED ON THE BOOKS HEHEHE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. how pretty is my new blogskin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-K5y-cOgQT7E/Ty4hbHFiQHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOgPPLM2xaU/s640/blogger-image-1479133689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-K5y-cOgQT7E/Ty4hbHFiQHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOgPPLM2xaU/s640/blogger-image-1479133689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-1563363548164752336?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1563363548164752336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1563363548164752336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1563363548164752336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/bliss.html' title='bliss'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-K5y-cOgQT7E/Ty4hbHFiQHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOgPPLM2xaU/s72-c/blogger-image-1479133689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-4557750747615234331</id><published>2012-01-31T01:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:55:37.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Unbelievably I'm starting to enjoy soccer more. And what is all the hype about The Hunger Games! I feel like reading it too now could use a good read can't seem to find any nice books these days sigh. Chem test postponed whew better study hard I don't want to barely pass! When it comes to chinese......i'm sick of working hard and not getting what I deserve life is  so unfair :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-4557750747615234331?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4557750747615234331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/unbelievably-im-starting-to-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4557750747615234331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4557750747615234331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/unbelievably-im-starting-to-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-1831732966809425146</id><published>2012-01-30T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:36:06.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overdued post I know but went out with claire on Sunday I miss that girl. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Almost fell asleep in chemistry. Dinner with Tiffany at nex I finally tried the prosperity burger sooooo good! And I had gong cha for the first time ever noob I know.&lt;br /&gt; Can't believe I felt so jealous today what's wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;The closer you get to someone the more glaringly obvious their flaws become. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is just all over the place goodnight xx&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1fSG4aWuvng/TyPFYAu6wrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c028R6ken4k/s640/blogger-image-2104783094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1fSG4aWuvng/TyPFYAu6wrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c028R6ken4k/s640/blogger-image-2104783094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y1WpASbgDXA/TyPFYnZ_J7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ygzb0_IYdyI/s640/blogger-image-2087836664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y1WpASbgDXA/TyPFYnZ_J7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ygzb0_IYdyI/s640/blogger-image-2087836664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-5088924955082292805?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5088924955082292805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/curly-fries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5088924955082292805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5088924955082292805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/curly-fries.html' title='Curly fries'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1fSG4aWuvng/TyPFYAu6wrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c028R6ken4k/s72-c/blogger-image-2104783094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-9142270457027469562</id><published>2012-01-26T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:02:40.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Today stayed back to help with class notice board deco hehe and bus 8 home w/ Denise + Yi Peng + Bei Yi. Am I the only one who still gets excited when I make new friends or am I just that pathetic!!! So.......2012's been great so far bullshit free for now and I'm grateful for that though the change is a bit unsettling it's still welcomed. nonetheless I could do with some in fact. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a lot of things. Materialistic like to be pretty or intelligent or rich. But sometimes I wish I were more than that. I want to do more in life but like everything's out of reach sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Movie screening w/ bs group tomorrow can't wait. Who wants to join me for dinner. Craving for mac's prosperity burger + Starbucks. 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font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No one ever listens anymore. Like you try to open up to people and tell them things that you have never told anyone else before since you trust them that much, but they act like they’re not even listening. All they do is talk and talk and talk. Then when it’s finally your turn to speak, it’s as if they don’t care about what you have to say. You tell them about what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling but they don’t seem a least bit interested. They just nod their head every now and then so it seems like they care when in reality, they don’t give a shit. And they still wonder why I keep certain things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uhuhuhgabby.tumblr.com/post/4588117759"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source:                                                                              uhuhuhgabby &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-7461988404825680791?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7461988404825680791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7461988404825680791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7461988404825680791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-5585162625482211174</id><published>2011-06-15T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:01:12.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life hits you hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOpkFra9qDE/Tfi5Tu4SUsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zte7IMbgQE/s1600/SAM_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOpkFra9qDE/Tfi5Tu4SUsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zte7IMbgQE/s320/SAM_0939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg the caeser salad at the Soup Spoon is yummy as hell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn_4rS_FiH4/Tfi5cMM5ohI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-Rs1TfFVQL8/s1600/SAM_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn_4rS_FiH4/Tfi5cMM5ohI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-Rs1TfFVQL8/s320/SAM_0944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;milk tea ice cream, baby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOA5b_8yiTQ/Tfi3RdeXYoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pXbejUVZF4c/s1600/260338_10150205463037444_711202443_7261390_4878076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOA5b_8yiTQ/Tfi3RdeXYoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pXbejUVZF4c/s320/260338_10150205463037444_711202443_7261390_4878076_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPONGEIES &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUIHDFr-Ag4/Tfi3bxZ6dpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/38EXkfWszGY/s1600/photo+3-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUIHDFr-Ag4/Tfi3bxZ6dpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/38EXkfWszGY/s320/photo+3-6.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4IMi626soc/Tfi3gWORHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rmFKaXc8uRU/s1600/photo+3-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4IMi626soc/Tfi3gWORHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rmFKaXc8uRU/s320/photo+3-4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykDa7RPTYnw/Tfi31ixgbXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xpe95WUZjWc/s1600/SAM_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykDa7RPTYnw/Tfi31ixgbXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xpe95WUZjWc/s320/SAM_0968.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pi0EpZHLDME/Tfi4DU6zeII/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHplpNIc1Xc/s1600/SAM_1045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pi0EpZHLDME/Tfi4DU6zeII/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHplpNIc1Xc/s320/SAM_1045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpOn5N8kXRk/Tfi4QtwccYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/28-pzdoHL9Q/s1600/SAM_1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpOn5N8kXRk/Tfi4QtwccYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/28-pzdoHL9Q/s320/SAM_1054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;low fat and delicious. what more can you want?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9llCfDWvT8/Tfi3i2x_LmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/acEIVrEInO4/s1600/photo+5-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9llCfDWvT8/Tfi3i2x_LmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/acEIVrEInO4/s320/photo+5-5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;#nowplaying California King Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay long time no update. don't know what i'm doing with my life. currently &lt;b&gt;chionging holiday homework&lt;/b&gt;. someone tell me why life sucks so much. went with tiffany to &lt;b&gt;marine parade library to do geog project&lt;/b&gt;. so depressed thinking about &lt;b&gt;school reopening &lt;/b&gt;again. less than 2 weeks and it's welcome back to hell nooooooo. i miss shopping during vacation in philippines at F21, etc with mummy. and just recently&lt;b&gt; church camp&lt;/b&gt;! bonding with the bs group, late nights talking or just playing Bang! or Monopoly Deal. but there's mixed emotions about someone now hmm... sigh and now i'm like &lt;b&gt;facing 10 weeks of pure torture.&lt;/b&gt; all the deadlines and shit again. yay. sigh really hope i can complete all the homework on time. time to buck up already for term 3.&lt;br /&gt;i love my tumblr now. it went from vintage to glamorous. now it's just plain classy. &lt;b&gt;fashion and models.&lt;/b&gt; and i'm here just reblogging in shirts and fbts while while watching them strut their stuff in glam outfits. &lt;b&gt;#pathetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel bad, was meaning to catch up and go out with people this june but it seems like there isn't time left. all these &lt;b&gt;empty promises and lies&lt;/b&gt; because no one actually makes an effort. sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's time to go now kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is the fear of getting close to someone always haunt me? it's like i'd much rather observe from afar then be disappointed by what i expected the people to turn out to actually be. my theory proven right by you. thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-5585162625482211174?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5585162625482211174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-hits-you-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5585162625482211174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5585162625482211174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-hits-you-hard.html' title='life hits you hard'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOpkFra9qDE/Tfi5Tu4SUsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zte7IMbgQE/s72-c/SAM_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-4756117928297560034</id><published>2011-05-14T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:21:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but it doesn't all end here yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0_yjKx182U/Tc9vmHvFrcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U7dCREpkqKQ/s1600/tumblr_lhnzlr7Onx1qbwwqko1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0_yjKx182U/Tc9vmHvFrcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U7dCREpkqKQ/s1600/tumblr_lhnzlr7Onx1qbwwqko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;#nowplaying Can I Have This Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;hey guys, i'm back, just like i promise. i don't think anyone out there reads this blog anyway. haha so i'm not motivated to blog. omg listen to that song above. it's from HSM3, don't laugh okay, it's a really sweet song. &lt;b&gt;Zanessa &lt;/b&gt;was damn cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;anyway, &lt;b&gt;CTs are over. but i'm not getting that YAY EXAMS ARE OVER high until all my projects due next week are done and over with.&lt;/b&gt; I'm still left with chinese and my literature film projects. boohoo.&lt;b&gt; screw you school.&lt;/b&gt; anyway, feeling alot of burden. i wish everyone would take more initiative and not just wait around for orders. sometimes i really feel like doing the same, see whether they would panic too. but i can't bear to, cause my grades are hanging on the line too. &lt;b&gt;asdfghjkl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;anyway, let me blab about friday the 13th! dun dun dun. don't worry, it wasn't a bad day. actually, it was &lt;b&gt;pretty damn fantastic&lt;/b&gt;. haha science paper was much easier than i thought. maybe cause i studied alot more this time. the night before was productive mugging. everyone on twitter was. epic. :) yay i think i worked much harder for CT2 then CT1. &lt;b&gt;i haven't failed anything so far for this term. (Y) &lt;/b&gt;even chinese. *cue my friends' sarcastic cheers and applause* oh andand there was &lt;b&gt;MTP&lt;/b&gt; in the evening! denise and i and some other people were stuck doing CIP as ushers. and during the 2 hours, it was pretty slack. okay, really slack. and fun as hell. most of the parents haven't arrived and most of them who did knew the way and didn't really needed us. so me, monisha, denise, tiffany, shrida and xianglan were playing Baby If You Love Me, Please Smile. and then the epic game of Truth or Dare which led to one of the highlights of the day when monisha was dared to pole dance with a pillar in the canteen. lmao! and then clarissa and rachel came to play What Would You Rather, which was both sick and fun. sweated so much during that day. &lt;b&gt;i wish that day could be repeated. &lt;/b&gt;then all the shit reality would be forgotten for one night again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;below are pictures of my baking session with beverly. fail cookies for mothers day. &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qD403dP0U_4/Tc9saneeGoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RT9KjGKitP8/s400/SAM_0916.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-4756117928297560034?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4756117928297560034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-it-doesnt-all-end-here-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4756117928297560034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4756117928297560034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-it-doesnt-all-end-here-yet.html' title='but it doesn&apos;t all end here yet'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0_yjKx182U/Tc9vmHvFrcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U7dCREpkqKQ/s72-c/tumblr_lhnzlr7Onx1qbwwqko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-2994839081185150415</id><published>2011-03-27T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:27:45.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F A I L U R E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Acu-N225bGQ/TY7fj9jGUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4f5YSVzGTlY/s1600/tumblr_li7238cQWO1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Acu-N225bGQ/TY7fj9jGUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4f5YSVzGTlY/s1600/tumblr_li7238cQWO1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;#nowplaying - Till The World Ends - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;hey going to do d&amp;amp;t prep board information later. screw d&amp;amp;t, i can't wait for home econs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;it's fun, though i CANNOT cook at all. and denise confirm call me a blonde/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;千金小姐.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;whatever,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;it's still better than d&amp;amp;t and art. these few days have been super depressing. and sometimes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;i just feel like breaking down and crying. first, studies is making me go crazy. no matter how hard&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;i try, i can't seem to do better or concentrate. so i'm just a loser, watching everyone around me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;succeed. seriously, there's so much performance task and things to do. and does cedar seriously &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;expect me to study 24/7? i'm not a robot, thanks. &amp;nbsp;then, i have the problem with guides. i am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;so fail at footdrills, i can't take it anymore. seeing the seniors march so pro-ly can do wonders for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;my already low self esteem can. then now that farewell food stuff is planned. there's the performance &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;i'm supposed to help with. then i'm very confused about what to do. lastly, i haven't been feeling very &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;motivated to go church and it's affecting my relationship with God. and i feel bad cause it's mostly &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;because of my relationships in church. been feeling very distant with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Basically, i'm a loser, who watches everyone from the sidelines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;the bottom line is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired of all these bullshit going on in my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-2994839081185150415?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2994839081185150415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/f-i-l-u-r-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2994839081185150415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2994839081185150415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/f-i-l-u-r-e.html' title='F A I L U R E'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Acu-N225bGQ/TY7fj9jGUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4f5YSVzGTlY/s72-c/tumblr_li7238cQWO1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-8581170012271998442</id><published>2011-03-23T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:42:44.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HZpBDls3DhY/TYoDCNqR63I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e5Iex_9TIw/s1600/IMG_2332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HZpBDls3DhY/TYoDCNqR63I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e5Iex_9TIw/s320/IMG_2332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#nowplaying TILL THE WORLD ENDS - BRITNEY SPEARS&lt;br /&gt;  Hey sorry long time no posts. Have been MIA cause mum and dad found out about my results. Umm yah got scolded and nagged at. Now I'm going to try my hardest to pay attention in class and study hard! So yup, guess what? I'm blogging this on my phone. This Sunday, we went to marina barrage for world water day and it was pretty fun + boring. Flied kites and camwhored:P then after that me and tiffwah went to 313 @ somerset for lunch and window shopped. the rest of the week was quite boring. Oh yeah yesterday was denise's first guides session. But me, Monisha, Denise, Rachel and Sarah were late. Umm yeah:P but the food comittee for sec 4 is sorted already! (Y) hahaha omg and that stupid Tzeyen dragged me into the dance performance with her. Shit I can't dance. Oh well, watch me embarrass myself. BYE!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-8581170012271998442?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8581170012271998442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/8581170012271998442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/8581170012271998442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-time-no-blog.html' title='LONG TIME NO BLOG'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HZpBDls3DhY/TYoDCNqR63I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e5Iex_9TIw/s72-c/IMG_2332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-1435547151582127394</id><published>2011-03-17T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:52:13.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S GET THESE TEEN HEARTS BEATING FASTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EkweFLi-w9o/TYHVyfpmKoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CupW2h4ALro/s1600/tumblr_li5hqzfMzA1qaefeto1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EkweFLi-w9o/TYHVyfpmKoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CupW2h4ALro/s1600/tumblr_li5hqzfMzA1qaefeto1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;#nowplaying never gonna leave this bed - maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;heehee, i just changed my blogskin recently. anyway, sorry for the late update. had &lt;b&gt;guides camp&lt;/b&gt; on monday to tuesday. it was actually pretty fun. especially amazing race and night walk. &lt;u&gt;night walk was amazing.&lt;/u&gt; the sec 4 seniors are like really good at acting. i don't know how my batch is going to pull it off next time. i was paired with my mortal esther. and we were screaming our heads off the whole time. though i recognized the seniors, i couldn't help getting carried away by their acting. plus the atmosphere was super scary. hahahaha. oh, and the sec 1s got assigned their patrols already. the sec 1s are too cute. remind me alot of myself last time(: we also got to plan the sec 4 farewell. thinking of the farewell makes me sad. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;it's incredible how without talking to any of the sec 4 seniors at all, can still make me respect them so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; will be sad when they leave. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh, i just went to get my braces done at orchard just now. &lt;b&gt;OMG, I HAVE BRACES.&lt;/b&gt; it's still sinking in right now. heehee, i saw denise at tamp mrt there. she was on her way to dance i think. so i got baby blue coloured once. it's still slightly pain and uncomfortable. hope it goes away soon. i sound weird with braces. :/ hahahaha. oooh, i also bought &lt;b&gt;Rubi floral wedges&lt;/b&gt; from Ion Orchard. &lt;i&gt;let's just say my orthodontist's clinic is located very conveniently in orchard road(;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can't believe how fast march holidays is passing. eh, it's too short, only one week. i hope i can complete all my homework. i want to watch Clueless tonight. dumb blonde!(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh, on sunday will be going to marina whatever instead of church. celebrating world water day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5HjizPPq5a4/TYHZOnhQX8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aL_aeLdyWTs/s1600/Photo_00108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5HjizPPq5a4/TYHZOnhQX8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aL_aeLdyWTs/s400/Photo_00108.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;heehee, i'm finally blogging again:) LJ was really really fun. i shan't elaborate alot. in short, it was fun yet tiring. no one got bitten by leeches. i bought a dress, necklace and belt. on the last night the successful ones who didn't sleep at all were me, lorraine and clarissa. denise, tiffany, belinda and sarah all slept in the end. so i was super sleepy, i tell you. i even pon school yesterday cause i was too freaking tired. and miss lin was angry with me cause i didn't have a proper MC. oh, haha today was kind of late for school cause i missed my bus stop. note to self: stop daydreaming so much on the bus. and when i reached class, i realized maxine helped me collect my manito's letter to me. i was so happy she replied. total letters from her now: 3. yup, she knows who i am already. and it's weird cause before guides when maxine took her letter, she said her angel was laughing at my screwup (revealing my identity) and i have no idea so many people knew. haha, i am such a noob. yeah yeah, and i finally received 2 letters from my angel. yay! she's not a teacher. hehe. i wrote back to her already. today guides was pretty slack and fun. i can't believe the sec 3s this year are taking over already. i'll miss the sec 4s. they're so cool and nice!:) really respect them. yeah, so after guides went to Nex with huda and shrida for dinner. no money on me so i had to go money changer to exchange my remaining ringgits leftover from LJ. ate at macs and ran into tiffany and her friend. shrida and i had a real long and deep talk. i realized i shouldn't dao her so much. i know how it feels to be a second fiddle. you know what? i realized ALOT of people, like me, are wearing a mask in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I should stop being so selfish. I have to realize that I'm not the only one dealing with all these teenage drama bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-593736254234215509?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/593736254234215509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/593736254234215509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/593736254234215509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointments.html' title='MASKING EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--BDIvdl0mQc/TXpDbL3ATaI/AAAAAAAAADo/7a_9cTEloRk/s72-c/SAM_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-9181868682028649765</id><published>2011-03-06T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T03:34:22.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGNET FOR MISERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1RisKLoDor8/TXNwtCvquxI/AAAAAAAAADg/dUYwOmhsQ4c/s1600/tumblr_lhmh30Pg0B1qbwm0ao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1RisKLoDor8/TXNwtCvquxI/AAAAAAAAADg/dUYwOmhsQ4c/s1600/tumblr_lhmh30Pg0B1qbwm0ao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;#nowplaying i like it -&amp;nbsp;enrique iglesias&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the party on friday was quite fun. had a heart-to-heart talk to my brother. &amp;nbsp;it was nice. i hate being so distant from him. yup, and i just came back from swimming at safra. ate so much for dinner @ Sakura. cause it was buffet. so i think swimming was a waste of exercise. lmao.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;forgot how shiok swimming used to felt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i'm so tired. i haven't been posting. cause i've been waiting for a day when i can stop posting about the shit in my life. i wanted a happy post. but apparently,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;i'm like a magnet for misery. &lt;/i&gt;i don't understand what's going on right now, but all i know is that i can't do anything at all. just fake a smile and get on with life. &amp;nbsp;today while sharing with bs group about how i feel so pressured with studies during kaleo. i swear i almost cried. and i was so embarrased. was clenching my teeth so hard to control my tears. i hate being seen as so &lt;u&gt;weak&lt;/u&gt; in front of everyone. i want to be seem as happy and cheerful. funny, cause i don't feel anything like that in reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tK3UsS-DHGc/TXNw0lwmGJI/AAAAAAAAADk/QBKfZ8oQrRc/s1600/tumblr_lhilairgjq1qfh6q5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tK3UsS-DHGc/TXNw0lwmGJI/AAAAAAAAADk/QBKfZ8oQrRc/s320/tumblr_lhilairgjq1qfh6q5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tomorrow is LJ already. i should just forget about all this shit for now, and have fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-9181868682028649765?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9181868682028649765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/magnet-for-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/9181868682028649765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/9181868682028649765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/magnet-for-misery.html' title='MAGNET FOR MISERY'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1RisKLoDor8/TXNwtCvquxI/AAAAAAAAADg/dUYwOmhsQ4c/s72-c/tumblr_lhmh30Pg0B1qbwm0ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-2823906058490802065</id><published>2011-03-03T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T06:07:18.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5KGpVqFnZQw/TW-aw0w1tcI/AAAAAAAAADU/isrPe4hYFVQ/s1600/tumblr_lh9hm6zJUe1qe01cqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5KGpVqFnZQw/TW-aw0w1tcI/AAAAAAAAADU/isrPe4hYFVQ/s1600/tumblr_lh9hm6zJUe1qe01cqo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#nowplaying Born This Way - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today was such a horrible day for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Firstly, there was &lt;b&gt;spot check &lt;/b&gt;today. and i got caught for my nails. understandable. but they wanted to catch me for my skirt. wtf. got people's skirt muchmuch shorter, catch me for what? mine isn't even considered short, please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. I failed my science test. &lt;i&gt;i'm so disappointed in myself.&lt;/i&gt; sometimes i think i'm really dumb. like seriously, i hate being in cedar, or 2a, whatever. surrounded by smart people, i really feel very downgraded. our science teacher currently sucks. i want mr aiman to teach us. damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. after school had &lt;i&gt;appointment with orthodontist&lt;/i&gt; @ orchard international building and was supposed to meet my mum at Orchard at 0245. but school released us really late so i was rushing like mad. reached bus stop already 0215 so i decided to call a cab. then this stupid lady picked up after i waited for so long while some classical music played. then i kept saying "huh?" cause i couldn't understand her. then she acted all frustrated, like i'm some dumb kid. what shit lah, she's the one with the the impossible to understand accent and attitude problem. then she heard "cedar girls secondary school" as "sembawang gg and bb campsite". omg ._. so i had to call a second time. then i was waiting and pacing the whole time. i really felt like crying in frustration. yeah, but in the end i made it....30 minutes late. but anyway, still had the appointment. gosh, &lt;u&gt;getting my braces in the march holidays.&lt;/u&gt; i having second thoughts, but it's too late to back out already. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you see how horrible my day was? sorry for the long ass rant. tomorrow there's guides. and after that going downtown east for bible-study + sharyn's surprise birthday party. cool eh! i hope tomorrow's going to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dear tomorrow, please don't suck so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2kCEJBKACIE/TW-a6b6qOkI/AAAAAAAAADc/NLgOYrtnaEM/s1600/tumblr_lheo5cSMNj1qcoxieo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2kCEJBKACIE/TW-a6b6qOkI/AAAAAAAAADc/NLgOYrtnaEM/s1600/tumblr_lheo5cSMNj1qcoxieo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-2823906058490802065?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2823906058490802065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2823906058490802065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/2823906058490802065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-enough.html' title='never enough'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5KGpVqFnZQw/TW-aw0w1tcI/AAAAAAAAADU/isrPe4hYFVQ/s72-c/tumblr_lh9hm6zJUe1qe01cqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-5152019714352160851</id><published>2011-03-02T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:32:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i can't find my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Arfo4z_6mE/TW5AuOnxwWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aFvGWIAVO0E/s1600/tumblr_l96qr0GSK31qcwio1o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Arfo4z_6mE/TW5AuOnxwWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aFvGWIAVO0E/s1600/tumblr_l96qr0GSK31qcwio1o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;#nowplaying - WISH YOU WERE HERE - AVRIL LAVIGNE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today i'm in a good mood. i have no idea why my blogposts are so all over the place. lmao. i don't know, just in a good mood today:) wrote like, what, 3 letters today. so proud of &amp;nbsp;myself. my mortal and angel is not replying/writing to me. everytime i get disappointed, over and over again when i look into the freaking manito box. asdfghjkl. anyway, we had english+lit lesson today that turned into and advertisement centre. every group was super epic. 2A sales-pitch skills ftw, baby!♥ math was still presentation of PTs. i don't understand how mrs chia expects us to pay attention. it's the same topic we're being taught. 9 times over. ._. and during d&amp;amp;t it was computer lesson for 2 periods straight. which means almost everyone is doing something else on their coms. was on tumblr with denise. then during chinese, i showed nediva a video of justin bieber kissing selena gomez in public on his birthday yesterday. which means they're official. which means nediva almot cried. hahaha. i was patting her back like "there, there." today was just really slack and the day when by super fast! and i'm done with my stupid 报章读后感. like, finally. so i'm a happy kid. &amp;lt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;gosh, i don't know how to do the write up for my literature PT. but at least i'm done with the story. i re-wrote it about 3 times. shit, i'm really scared of music test. Ms Lin or the other music-teacher-whose-name-i-forgot, please go in ascending register number. pretty please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-5152019714352160851?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5152019714352160851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-i-cant-find-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5152019714352160851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5152019714352160851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-i-cant-find-my-way.html' title='but i can&apos;t find my way'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Arfo4z_6mE/TW5AuOnxwWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aFvGWIAVO0E/s72-c/tumblr_l96qr0GSK31qcwio1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-4684824319052940382</id><published>2011-03-01T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:05:45.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-obFG_XVSXgk/TWy08Hz9WQI/AAAAAAAAACg/h8ETGhSBtFk/s1600/tumblr_lcekbqMx5S1qe5sr6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-obFG_XVSXgk/TWy08Hz9WQI/AAAAAAAAACg/h8ETGhSBtFk/s400/tumblr_lcekbqMx5S1qe5sr6o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today presented the math PT. was quite okay. then after school, stayed back for a while to write the IPW letter. Left early to meet mum and my brother at Yamaha at Tampines Mall. his grade 8 violin exam was today. it's cool how he's came a long way till &lt;u&gt;8th grade&lt;/u&gt;. in the end didn't get to buy my pencil case. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;m done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; with asking what's the bloody problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;i'm done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; with dealing with stupid mood-swings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;i'm done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;with being pushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;gosh, today was so stupid. i feel like some people piss me off on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-4684824319052940382?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4684824319052940382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4684824319052940382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4684824319052940382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-done.html' title='I&apos;M DONE'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-obFG_XVSXgk/TWy08Hz9WQI/AAAAAAAAACg/h8ETGhSBtFk/s72-c/tumblr_lcekbqMx5S1qe5sr6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-1502380819511729683</id><published>2011-02-27T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T04:31:10.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSECURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BsKYr2Nvog/TWoQqsu-vMI/AAAAAAAAACU/y3dOjebzP9s/s1600/tumblr_lgvy9pdvH41qelqfqo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BsKYr2Nvog/TWoQqsu-vMI/AAAAAAAAACU/y3dOjebzP9s/s400/tumblr_lgvy9pdvH41qelqfqo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just got back from dinner and bathed. ate swensons with my family. done with ace learning. &lt;b&gt;gosh, screw math PT.&lt;/b&gt; glad it's over. thank you maxine, sish and rasveen! i'm so useless. okay, going to watch a chick flick after blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;so much for my plan to be happy&lt;/span&gt;. today i wanted to cry. yes, i know, i'm such a crybaby.&amp;nbsp;first, it was because i suddenly realise how far i've drifted apart from close friends. and i felt very....unwanted. &lt;i&gt;like i'm not worth it for people to make the effort to maintain our relationship&lt;/i&gt;. and seriously, right then, i felt like crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and today, i felt especially &lt;i&gt;fugly&lt;/i&gt;. and i don't know when i became like this. i'm an end product of this superficial world: an insecure little biatch. &lt;b&gt;wow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, i'm done ranting. stupid crazy mood swings. going to watch my movie now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QlvKbzqZMug/TWpD4VutdHI/AAAAAAAAACY/HF5OvK-UIT0/s1600/tumblr_ldeyeiErwU1qcvksdo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QlvKbzqZMug/TWpD4VutdHI/AAAAAAAAACY/HF5OvK-UIT0/s320/tumblr_ldeyeiErwU1qcvksdo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-1502380819511729683?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1502380819511729683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/insecure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1502380819511729683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/1502380819511729683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/insecure.html' title='INSECURE'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BsKYr2Nvog/TWoQqsu-vMI/AAAAAAAAACU/y3dOjebzP9s/s72-c/tumblr_lgvy9pdvH41qelqfqo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-6123270383518627113</id><published>2011-02-26T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:41:06.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired of being tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGOGFx3uNPw/TWe260Oo__I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QotlCYJh2Hg/s1600/tumblr_lh0b4ciDqx1qbw4mxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGOGFx3uNPw/TWe260Oo__I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QotlCYJh2Hg/s400/tumblr_lh0b4ciDqx1qbw4mxo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;zomg, tired as hell. Had 3 freaking hours of math tuition today morning. so i missed jami and lawrence's wedding:( anyway, all the best to the happy couple. i seriously can't wait to get last paper on monday over and done with. gosh, scared i'll fail chinese. actually, i stopped caring a long time ago. whatever, just really don't want to get kicked out of higher MT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay, anyway special mention to....dun dun dun dun. Belinda Ng! happy birthday, woman!:) okay, i've already said what i want to say to her in my card. if you're reading this now belinda, love you loads!♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha, oh yes, and i'm currently loving twitter. currently, it's my safe place when i run into awkward situations in public. don't know what to do with your hands? TWEET. don't know what to do while you're bored? TWEET. what to do so that you'll look "busy"? TWEET. lmao,i sound like an advert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hmm...tumblring now. gosh, my manito added me on facebook. when i saw the request, i seriously wanted to laugh. oh gosh, am i that bad at keeping my identity a secret? SO FAIL MAN, ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wheee,dad buying me a camera for my birthday! right now, i'm really really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-6123270383518627113?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6123270383518627113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tired-of-being-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6123270383518627113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6123270383518627113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tired-of-being-tired.html' title='i&apos;m tired of being tired'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGOGFx3uNPw/TWe260Oo__I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QotlCYJh2Hg/s72-c/tumblr_lh0b4ciDqx1qbw4mxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-7375650169895342882</id><published>2011-02-22T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:11:22.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVdjpmNogRQ/TWN-mWGyrJI/AAAAAAAAACM/MtIOfQeoVJY/s1600/Photo_00098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVdjpmNogRQ/TWN-mWGyrJI/AAAAAAAAACM/MtIOfQeoVJY/s400/Photo_00098.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;just woke up from my nap, feeing really tired. today was an okay day. ironically, it started out horrible, with me feeling very upset because i kept thinking everyone was angry with me or something. trust me, that feeling is horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;but the day got better, thanks to people and friends in my life. even though i'm the type who rarely shares secret, these people always make my day. even indirectly, when they talk and joke with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt; friends really are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;they get me through everyday and life seems a little less screwed up than it really is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;okay, now let me blabber about guides! heehee, today was thinking day, so firstly, came to school early to stand at FLEC. we got gold for both company again! &lt;i&gt;cedar guides ftw man♥&lt;/i&gt; and we had to wear our uniform for the whole day. pe shirt + guides skirt for jogging. changed into pe and school skirt for jogging and was planning to leave it on for the rest of the day but after i saw seniors during recess with guides uniform on, felt guilty and changed. hahhaha, i'm really jealous of sec 4 batch's closeness. okay mission this year is to get close to every sec 2 in my batch and make us bond!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;wheeeeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-7375650169895342882?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7375650169895342882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7375650169895342882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7375650169895342882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-alone.html' title='not alone'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVdjpmNogRQ/TWN-mWGyrJI/AAAAAAAAACM/MtIOfQeoVJY/s72-c/Photo_00098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-7944584641668477795</id><published>2011-02-21T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:26:23.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM BUM DE DUM BUM BUM DE DUM DUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCTqanStaDQ/TWItBo7ynHI/AAAAAAAAACA/as9739-MJUk/s1600/tumblr_lgtxcrsq6U1qe728bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCTqanStaDQ/TWItBo7ynHI/AAAAAAAAACA/as9739-MJUk/s400/tumblr_lgtxcrsq6U1qe728bo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay, today was just umm..nothing happened. I'm blogging just for the sake of blogging. heehee. I'm supposed to be studying now. But look, here i am twittering and blogging. &lt;b&gt;so? sue me.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;haha, okay okay, after this i'll promise to be a good girl and study.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really hate how we've drawn apart so much. we used to be so close. am i not worth your time and effort anymore? it's like as if our friendship exists only to your convenience. other than that, pull long face when you see me. gee, thanks alot. shows how much i mean to you huh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb1Cw7bWnvY/TWIviUK22xI/AAAAAAAAACE/YxeBURG4wYc/s1600/tumblr_l9ffyaIgMK1qasfhmo1_500_thumb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb1Cw7bWnvY/TWIviUK22xI/AAAAAAAAACE/YxeBURG4wYc/s1600/tumblr_l9ffyaIgMK1qasfhmo1_500_thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-7944584641668477795?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7944584641668477795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/bum-bum-de-dum-bum-bum-de-dum-dum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7944584641668477795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/7944584641668477795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/bum-bum-de-dum-bum-bum-de-dum-dum.html' title='BUM BUM DE DUM BUM BUM DE DUM DUM'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCTqanStaDQ/TWItBo7ynHI/AAAAAAAAACA/as9739-MJUk/s72-c/tumblr_lgtxcrsq6U1qe728bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-6701436971519397290</id><published>2011-02-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:29:25.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAIRE CAME TO VISIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP9u8nULO4I/TWDeNsmj0sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rooHlET4ZvM/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP9u8nULO4I/TWDeNsmj0sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rooHlET4ZvM/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S74i1hiKH18/TWDeOoYof7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/o4OHVewtpfk/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S74i1hiKH18/TWDeOoYof7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/o4OHVewtpfk/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HEEHEE! &lt;/i&gt;Claire came to visit today. Yeah, Kaleo was a bit fail today. Felt so bad:/ Anyway, went to paya lebar to eat lunch with Claire, Kimberly, Faith and Vanessa. And i had to rush back cause Claire had tennis lesson. asdfghjkl, my throat is so dry. &amp;gt;:( Okay, I'm going to study geog and science for a bit, then i'll try to find a nice rom-com/ series to watch!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-6701436971519397290?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6701436971519397290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/claire-came-to-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6701436971519397290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6701436971519397290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/claire-came-to-visit.html' title='CLAIRE CAME TO VISIT'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP9u8nULO4I/TWDeNsmj0sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rooHlET4ZvM/s72-c/IMG_2218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-5580726404201946171</id><published>2011-02-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:46:30.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZszpYj-n1FQ/TV9XojVlVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XfOSsbsRNgw/s1600/04_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZszpYj-n1FQ/TV9XojVlVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XfOSsbsRNgw/s400/04_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;today was a pretty good day. in a much better mood. for no reason:) yeah, anyway went for &lt;b&gt;Thinking Day&lt;/b&gt; today. There were so little sec 2s! The concert was pretty cool (i whip my hair back and forth was the most epic, ever. by brownies some more! HAHAHAHA), but overall the whole thing was quite boring. Yeah, anyway went back Tampines with Huda. &lt;u&gt;Omg, had so much fun talking to Huda about our seniors.&lt;/u&gt; heehee!:&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ARGH, just realised dad changed our cable tv from Starhub to Singtel. Which majorly sucks, since all the channels suck. Wanted to watch the Grammy rerun on Starworld! &lt;b&gt;Damnit, Singtel! &amp;gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm currently reading this book now. Omg, got to love Meg Cabot And Kieren Scott! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;oh yes, &lt;i&gt;Claire is visiting church tomorrow!:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-5580726404201946171?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5580726404201946171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-whip-my-hair-back-and-forth_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5580726404201946171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5580726404201946171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-whip-my-hair-back-and-forth_18.html' title='I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZszpYj-n1FQ/TV9XojVlVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XfOSsbsRNgw/s72-c/04_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-8264791088187945868</id><published>2011-02-18T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:49:01.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb43BfYVX5U/TV9WPG-UX1I/AAAAAAAAABk/sRfxDKQRbnE/s1600/tumblr_lfsv8hYBWq1qdytnio1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="35" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb43BfYVX5U/TV9WPG-UX1I/AAAAAAAAABk/sRfxDKQRbnE/s320/tumblr_lfsv8hYBWq1qdytnio1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i feel like i'm talking and talking, and no one's even listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to cry right now.&lt;/i&gt; feeling so stressed out. Firstly, I just reached home and I haven't bathed, and I have to wake up damn early tomorrow to make if at 8.10 freaking AM in the morning for some guides thing. And this whole day was so shitty I couldn't tell if everyone else around me was PMSing or I was the one PMS-ing. Right now, all I want to do is watch a little American Idol and sleep forever. Sleep is my escape!&lt;br /&gt;sigh today was a such a long day. At least Denise and I finished our d&amp;amp;t already. Huge burden off my shoulders now. Guides today we finally got our manitos. I got this girl from 1C lah. Anyway, quite happy that &lt;i&gt;MG is so cool:)&lt;/i&gt; and went to church and ate dinner with Charlene and kimberly. Yeah, should probably go now. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-8264791088187945868?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8264791088187945868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/8264791088187945868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/8264791088187945868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/scream.html' title='SCREAM'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb43BfYVX5U/TV9WPG-UX1I/AAAAAAAAABk/sRfxDKQRbnE/s72-c/tumblr_lfsv8hYBWq1qdytnio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-5885758876663249577</id><published>2011-02-17T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T01:14:24.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire drills are so dope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a12Y6O009ek/TVzjn2zPPzI/AAAAAAAAABc/1SWsbUr9eEo/s1600/tumblr_l8ck002g2V1qc3d2ho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a12Y6O009ek/TVzjn2zPPzI/AAAAAAAAABc/1SWsbUr9eEo/s1600/tumblr_l8ck002g2V1qc3d2ho1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hmm...today had literature common test. omg, so hard. I didn't complete! I'm not sure about the marking scheme, but i &lt;i&gt;reallyreally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hope i pass. Got back math results too! 24.5/35. really disappointed cause i made alot of careless mistakes. And i don't know why i got so many questions wrong. math is so &amp;nbsp;horrible; it's born to torture me and kill my brain cells. And today's PE was fun! handballhandballhandball:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, anyway, we had a &lt;b&gt;firedrill&lt;/b&gt; today, and it was so dope! only good thing was we could escape science. heehee(: &amp;nbsp;we were all sweating like pigs. We were all like, "the weather is even hotter that the whatever 'fire'." yup, so after that straight away proceeded to hall for assembly. then like last year, they show clips and photos of people strolling during the firedrill. all those unglam ones. then my picture -backview-showed up! hahaha epic. not very noticeable that it's me. thank God. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;argh, didn't know there's guides tomorrow till QingLian told me! &lt;u&gt;Manito starting! WHEEE, so excited:B&lt;/u&gt; heehee, so after guides i'll meet Kimberly in church to make Sarah's farewell card. her last bs session:( i'll miss her lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-5885758876663249577?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5885758876663249577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire-drills-are-so-dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5885758876663249577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/5885758876663249577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire-drills-are-so-dope.html' title='fire drills are so dope'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a12Y6O009ek/TVzjn2zPPzI/AAAAAAAAABc/1SWsbUr9eEo/s72-c/tumblr_l8ck002g2V1qc3d2ho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-4278499798259043341</id><published>2011-02-15T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:02:10.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw3i6HlKh-c/TVt5dO90wYI/AAAAAAAAABY/7MBoplumbtA/s1600/tumblr_l7eb4r7bbh1qbrzldo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw3i6HlKh-c/TVt5dO90wYI/AAAAAAAAABY/7MBoplumbtA/s320/tumblr_l7eb4r7bbh1qbrzldo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sigh. today was a long day. i don't feel like talking about it.&lt;b&gt; i wish life was bullshit and misunderstanding free. &lt;/b&gt;Anyway, yeah, i'm going to study for lit CT tomorrow. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-4278499798259043341?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4278499798259043341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4278499798259043341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/4278499798259043341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-day.html' title='LONG DAY'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw3i6HlKh-c/TVt5dO90wYI/AAAAAAAAABY/7MBoplumbtA/s72-c/tumblr_l7eb4r7bbh1qbrzldo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-3063306332980024281</id><published>2011-02-15T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:44:38.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;T CAN KILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SETvDrp6n4g/TVpKH2snuEI/AAAAAAAAABU/OpdgP6rVGn0/s1600/tumblr_lfha1agsey1qfovpfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SETvDrp6n4g/TVpKH2snuEI/AAAAAAAAABU/OpdgP6rVGn0/s320/tumblr_lfha1agsey1qfovpfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just bathed and i'm going to start on homework soon. Let me blog a little bit about today. Eh, math common test was not bad. But it's those hard types that trick you into thinking it's easy. so....oh well, take back results then see:) Yup, and today jogging i was jogging at the back. heehee, cheered like crazy. at least tried as best as i could though i'm out of breath. lol. Today stayed back after school to work on d&amp;amp;t project. sucks lah. i think i ate saw dust while at one of the work stations doing my gears, so now i have a sore throat. this is just awesome. &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-3063306332980024281?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3063306332980024281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/d-can-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/3063306332980024281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/3063306332980024281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/d-can-kill.html' title='D&amp;T CAN KILL'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SETvDrp6n4g/TVpKH2snuEI/AAAAAAAAABU/OpdgP6rVGn0/s72-c/tumblr_lfha1agsey1qfovpfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122752059642119134.post-6055441828759745244</id><published>2011-02-14T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:59:13.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>I'm still editing everything now. so my blog's under construction! STILL, i&amp;nbsp;finally created a blog!:) On valentines day some more! &lt;i&gt;so romantic!(;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ahahaha but this valentines also nothing special. :/ regret not buying anyone anything. NEXT YEAR NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;okay, my dad's leaving for australia tonight.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, math common test is tomorrow. I'm not that scared for maths. Algebra is getting simpler and simpler! heehee:) more worried for the other stupid subjects like chinese and science. eh, just going to put in my best effort i guess. mug like crazy:) now in class must seat in register number already. I don't mind. Get to seat next to my dear tiffwah. AND my desk not so near teacher's desk already(: okay, i better go now. later mum scream at me to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122752059642119134-6055441828759745244?l=canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6055441828759745244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6055441828759745244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122752059642119134/posts/default/6055441828759745244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeelthbutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>Stacey Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16975415979406080050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dg5RuKIyuk/Ty41wc0_aTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Qqmv8xehS5s/s220/tumblr_lxkl46vZpx1r0k9ueo1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
