<?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-1879248252099912015</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:54:33.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lilbutterfly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7669293432792409810</id><published>2007-12-16T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:42:06.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Died.&lt;br /&gt;And will never ever be revived again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3201933898930325664</id><published>2007-12-01T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:23:25.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exam is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And most peeps would probably thought that hols are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But u're so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've started sch again last wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I only had a week of hols aft my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh wells, at least on a brighter note, i'm so gona graduate SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met up with galfren last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ling came along too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinner was gr8t, but the company was BETTER! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss my galfren like mad coz i havent seen her for like 4861726495 yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But yep, schwork has been madness for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm glad life's been good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lotsa updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lotsa catching up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lotsa love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLUS lotsa camwhoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Too bad my cammie is still with mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, i was a free gal for the past wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coz mummy went overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So had lotsa fun with my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mahjong-ed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy's back already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i've got lotsa pressies. *lalala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got an interview on thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pray hard i get the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Need it badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coz i'm seriously too broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though tuition is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And did i mention, i've got a new tutee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's jus so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heez, its gona get so busy soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Esp when work starts, and when project kicks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not sure if i'll be able to enjoy this module, though its an advertising module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coz the local lecturer SUX big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, we all hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never come across such a lecturer who is so sacarstic, so arrogant, and so bitchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wonder how come she can be a lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jus have to live with it for the nxt 2 mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luckily its summer sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If not i'll be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrite, gona head out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-4468552910770999724</id><published>2007-11-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:01:43.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need lotsa LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully a MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the best coz i seriously cant understand what i've studied, much less rmb them all.&lt;br /&gt;Its all so alienated.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, pls wish me luck k.&lt;br /&gt;I need it super duper badly.&lt;br /&gt;Dooms day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-1930406648128598055</id><published>2007-11-17T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:50:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey babes and hunks, I wana thank everyone who turned up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes u, U, and YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks for making my nite such a wonderful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks to BSC that I knew all of u wonderful peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks for making my bday celebration so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once again, really appreciate all of u who turned up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The bond is still so strong aft so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Really hope this friendship/bond will continue always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dinner and drinking session was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks a million peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Loves ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*smuackz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, i'm heading to dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;needa wake up in a few hours time to mug AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HATE EXAMS! BAHZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-1930406648128598055?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1930406648128598055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=1930406648128598055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/1930406648128598055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/1930406648128598055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-babes-and-hunks-i-wana-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3020572164553102350</id><published>2007-11-17T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:45:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I am allowed to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;For once I feel contented, &lt;s&gt;shite&lt;/s&gt; happens.&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I'm feeling down jus coz of some &lt;s&gt;small lil&lt;/s&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Nitez everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-9038029371489816352</id><published>2007-11-13T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:38:22.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy birthday to me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally turned 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time flies, soon, i'll be seeing 3 big candles on my bday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrite, back to books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will be heading out for dinner ltr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-9038029371489816352?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9038029371489816352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=9038029371489816352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/9038029371489816352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/9038029371489816352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-me-finally-turned-21.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-4379109958196659389</id><published>2007-11-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:45:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;Had hell lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;There was hardly enough time to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm definately heading back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din't manage to get tanned, coz the sun wasnt scorching enough.&lt;br /&gt;Weather was superb.&lt;br /&gt;I love the beach, the waves, the stars at nite, the villa, and the buggy!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun driving the buggy.&lt;br /&gt;Though I took some time to familiarise with how to operate it.&lt;br /&gt;Even taught my darling to drive the buggy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So shiok to be able to get chauffeur around finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected plenty of beautiful seashells.&lt;br /&gt;Its an enjoyment to be able to cook for a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked 3 sumptuous meal for jus the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, overall, it was a good getaway.&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be uploaded once i get the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-4379109958196659389?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4379109958196659389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=4379109958196659389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4379109958196659389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4379109958196659389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-my-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-1391239076304090096</id><published>2007-11-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:15:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cant concentrate for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Exam's ard the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Slacked enough for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But yet the next two, are gona be busy preparing for my trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the following 3 will be gg outta sunny sg, to another sunny island 45 mins away frm sg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Am so looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some peeps might think i must be outta my mind to be heading outta town whn exams are ard the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But hey, i need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A well-deserved break for me to get started and get my distinction again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've already gotten 1 distinction this sem, and i hope i'll get another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19th nov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's the dooms day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, the 3-day gettaway is somewhat like a mini celebration for my 21st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A make-up celebration i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll still ask u guys out for dinner or sth ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, I needa start studying soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If not my distinctions will fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;50% exam based sux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Furthermore, its a ram subject. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh wells, i still need to do it anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I jus chatted with my dear fren, someone who was surprised by my call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope u'll be able to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know u'll be reading this, maybe not so soon coz u're busy, but in time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, jus wana tell u that no matter what ur decision is, jus BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's the main thing ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like i said, u can choose frm other options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dont worry, jus do ur best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If u've given it ur all, and it still does not turn out well, then maybe u shld give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since u're already so drained and its 'eating' into too many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rmb, can always give me a call or msg me whn u're upset k. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alrite, I shall go and "try" to study for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its gona be a long day tmr =( *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-1391239076304090096?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1391239076304090096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=1391239076304090096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/1391239076304090096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brokedown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mood's been on a rollercoaster ride this couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I blew my top at Ben AGAIN this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's the first time i scolded him so badly, and i even put him down so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I jus couldn't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I felt useless once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I held back my tears while waiting for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aft that, headed for project meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Took my mind off my useless-ness for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aft that, the stupidness came back whn i did sth extremely stupid that i myself cannot believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fking hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then, tears started falling like a waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dunno why, but i seem damn pissed with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even pissed coz i cant whine to u, as u are too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nvm, shant pick a fight again tonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dunno why, but i keep asking for fights recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Throwing my temper at anyone who jus try to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its jus the damnbloodybadmood day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, i believe like what i told nurrie, its jus one of the deadline symptom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aft nxt mon, hopefully, my mood will change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I jus wana fking hide away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate myself once again, for my uselessness, my stupidness, my inability to control my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fk it! ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5832962806383403602?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5832962806383403602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5832962806383403602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5832962806383403602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5832962806383403602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-jus-one-of-bad-moody-days-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7071058093524781745</id><published>2007-10-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:52:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The last week before strat deadline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Has anyone ever wonder why deadline is called deadline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Isit coz we'll be dead whn the time comes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Coz everyone is damn stressed up with the assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, its gona be a super duper busy week ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I can forsee myself being "tortured" by the amount of workload, plus the lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Its also gona be the last week of working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The last week for me to earn $ before the kids go on a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, I'm kinda stressed up with the kids too, coz its their exam week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've put in alot of effort throughout the whole year, and this is the time to see the effort and hopefully, they will score well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After the kids exam, will be my turn. heh =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I seriously hate exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Especially whn its Ram's subject, and its gona be 50% exam based.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*sheesh* its been so long since there's so high a weightage for an exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm so totally screwed, coz i'm definately not an exam gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm gona start mugging nxt wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Coz i'll be free frm tuition, and deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, which also means, that i'm gona be broke for the nxt two mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Till sch reopn. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But then again, this mth i'm earning ALOT (ok, its not really alot, but jus more than usual).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've been having lotsa lesson with the kids, which is equivalent to almost 1 1/2 - 2 mths of pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Plus i haven't been gg out for the past 3 weeks, which means, i've been saving up most of the $$ that i've earned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*yippee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I shld be able to have enuff cash for my long awaited trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh, maybe i shld get a job frm nov onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Coz i'll be kinda free plus i need the extra $$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Been kinda broke coz i've overspent the entire year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This is so not good. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I needa save up for my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Especially if i'm gg over to aussie for my hons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So dear frens, if anyone of u have any job recommendations, pls let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thanks a million =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nov, faster come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-7071058093524781745?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7071058093524781745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=7071058093524781745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7071058093524781745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7071058093524781745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-week-before-strat-deadline-has.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-6150387007455892089</id><published>2007-10-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:29:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Warning! This is gona be a whiny post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Its the 3rd consecutive weekend that i've been cooped up at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The last 2 wks was coz he was having his guard duty, followed by live firing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This wkend, i'm busy with strat mkt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can forsee the nxt to be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Coz strat is due on the 29th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which means, nxt wkend's gona be the mad rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Report is only half done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which means, we're so damn screwed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need more time pls =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, afterwhich, its gona be wkends and wkends of studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Havent been mugging since erm, 2 mths ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*sheesh* I'm so gona die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Luckily i only have a paper on the 19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which means... i can still 'enjoy' abit on my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haha. I'm gona proclaim it to be a "NO STUDY day" just on my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I really needa break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I cant wait for my trip to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some peeps find me brave, for travelling jus before exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But i seriously need a break so damn badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jus take a 3 day break before I start mugging, if not i'll most prob go bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sigh. Another sem is gona be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is seriously so stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My dearest gals, are so gona grad already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Soon, i'm gona see lesser familiar faces in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No, i din retake or repeat any modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jus that i slowed down my pace, coz its way too stressful to be taking full 4 modules per sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And i jus cant wait to grad nxt yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Praying very hard that I can take my honours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Its not easy, with only an intake of 10-12 per year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seriously, its WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;10-12 students who are from all campuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Like outta the thousands of students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So what if i qualify with a minimum of 70 for my gpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So what if i got the $$ to go over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So what if i wana go over so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Its all up to the school to decide, and for me to perform in their interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I never knew it'll be so difficult to achieve honours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No1 told me at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But nevertheless, i'm gona try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If not, i'll jus have to start working already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which is something i dread most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;enuff of sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I better go rest and hopefully my fever doesnt come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sux to be sick at this time. i have no time to be sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-6150387007455892089?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6150387007455892089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=6150387007455892089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/6150387007455892089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/6150387007455892089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/warning-this-is-gona-be-whiny-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7417485816565712918</id><published>2007-10-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:53:34.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How do you react to compliments?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to change the subject when you are being complimented or you simply ignore it, this means that you don't like to pretend and you cherish authenticity. You feel that saying nice things to someone is merely an attempt to please the listener. You don't believe there is truth in compliments, and think that the complimenter must want something in return. You have good self-esteem and aren't afraid of criticizing, or being criticized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The favorite place in your home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love freedom and hate to be controlled. You want to walk away from all the rules and rely on your imagination to direct your life instead. When you need to reenergize yourself, you head to the beach or to the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Handwriting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a secretive person. You like changes and are always wanting to try something new. You also like to think seriously and are cautious when it comes to making decisions. This can make you look more mature than your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll drop everything to be with the partner of your dreams, and you'll give their sentimental presents rather than expensive ones. Nevertheless, your spontaneous nature does have a limit, and when the romance is over, you'll head back to work to pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hang Glider&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious. Your husband is likely to be a well educated and well-to-do. He should also have a secure job and succeed in his career. You do not care much what others think of you. You choose the man who adores you. You always dress well without caring how much you have to spend on your clothes. You are embraced with wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mass Communicator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a cheerful personality and you are a naturally kind person. Your hidden talent isn't really that hidden at all: you shine among a crowd. You would make an ideal news announcer, flight attendant or model - any position that would give you an opportunity to deal with plenty of people. A tip for you is to avoid getting too deeply involved in others' personal lives - otherwise you might find yourself constantly being asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. You often come up with solutions to problems. Your life is always full of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You always have plans on your mind. This might cause a lot of stress if things don't go the way you expect. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Working Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, adaptable realists. You rely on what you see, hear, and know first-hand. You good-naturedly accept and use the facts around you. You look for a satisfying solution instead of trying to impose any "should" or "must" of your own. You are sure a satisfying solution will turn up once you have grasped all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You solve problems by being adaptable, and often can get other to adapt, too. People generally like you well enough to consider any compromise you suggest. You are unprejudiced open-minded, and tolerant of most everyone--including yourself. You take things as they are and thus may be very good at easing a tense situation and pulling conflicting factions together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your focus on the current situation and realistic acceptance of what exists, you can be a gifted problem solver. Because you are not necessarily bound by a need to follow standard procedures or preferred methods, you are often able to see ways of achieving a goal by "using" the existing rules, systems, or circumstances in new ways, rather than allowing them to be roadblocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are actively curious about people, activities, food, objects, scenery, or anything new presented to your senses. Your expert abilities in using your senses may show in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a continuous ability to see the need of the moment and turn easily to meet it&lt;br /&gt;the ability to absorb, apply and remember great numbers of facts&lt;br /&gt;an artistic taste and judgement&lt;br /&gt;the handling of tools and materials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your decisions by using the personal values of feeling rather than the logical analysis of thinking. Your feeling makes you tactful, sympathetic, interested in people, and especially good at handling human contacts. You may be too easy in matters of discipline. You learn far more from first-hand experience than from books, and do better in actual situations than on written tests. Abstract ideas and theories are not likely to be trusted by you until you have been tested in experience. You may have to work harder than other people to achieve in school, but can do so when you see the relevance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best in careers needing realism, action, and adaptability. Examples are health services, sales, design, transportation, entertainment, secretarial or office work, food service, supervising work groups, machine operation, and many kinds of troubleshooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strong in the art of living. You get a lot of fun out of life, which makes you good company. You enjoy your material possessions and take the time to acquire you. You find much enjoyment in good food, clothes, music, and art. You enjoy physical exercise and sports, and usually are good at these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How effective you are depends on how much judgment you acquire. You may need to develop your feeling so that they can use your values to provide standards for your behavior, and direction and purpose in your lives. If your judgment is not developed enough to give you any character or stick-to-it-iveness, you are in danger of adapting mainly to your own love of a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-7417485816565712918?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7417485816565712918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=7417485816565712918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7417485816565712918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7417485816565712918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-you-react-to-compliments-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-9221125873154337846</id><published>2007-10-16T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:28:56.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After struggling with the stupid and brain-recking strat mkt project, i decided to take a break and do this test. Somehow, I didn't see this test the other day till u mentioned to me. So here is the results. Its jus all in the name of fun. Dun take the results too seriously. I'm gona go lala land already. I shall jus shut my brain/mind off strat mkt, and stress over it again tmr. Good nitez world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Real You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind and Gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-9221125873154337846?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9221125873154337846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=9221125873154337846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/9221125873154337846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/9221125873154337846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-you-here-is-analysis-1.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-4224150641436185474</id><published>2007-10-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:57:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sick and home alone on a boring Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Blogged hopped and koped this frm Yuping's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its jus done for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Is the results accurate?&lt;br /&gt;Its for me to know and for u to find out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-4224150641436185474?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4224150641436185474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=4224150641436185474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4224150641436185474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4224150641436185474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-and-home-alone-on-boring-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-221654261955627128</id><published>2007-10-11T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:28:24.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Its terrible to be sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Especially whn u know u're all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stupid outfields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On a lighter note, capstone (aka crapstoned!) is finally over on Tues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Presentation was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks to me and bimbotic val.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And yes, I got my distinction once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So glad for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just that i'm 3 marks short of a high distinction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But nevertheless, i shld be contented already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh wells, I can never get my gpa of 75 anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Honours seems so near yet so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really dunno what's the criteria till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But i really wish i can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz i dun wana step into the working world yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, being sick for 3 consecutive days, is horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Plus i couldn't even get to slp on tues nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My nose is on the verge of a migration, my throat is constantly feeling itchy, and my back is aching like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Medicine cant seem to cure it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I cant wait for Nov to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nov is a gd month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Though I'd not be celebrating my 21st, and my exams is in nov, but it is still a gd mth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz I'm finally gg away, frm sg. FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And it means hols is here to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh wait a min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe no more hols coz I might take the summer sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stupid MIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz my module isn't offered in Tri 1A, thus I have to take it in summer, to be able to grad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How nice eh! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I tot i'd be able to rest for 3 mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alritez, time to earn $$. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Till then peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. though i'm not celebrating my 21st, but presents are still warmly welcomed k ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-221654261955627128?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/221654261955627128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=221654261955627128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/221654261955627128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/221654261955627128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-terrible-to-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7039972206397668731</id><published>2007-09-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:11:50.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am not as strong as I appear to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe I've done a good job by hiding behind my mask all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm actually very weak within, jus like an other gals, human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe noone actually knows the real me all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-7039972206397668731?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7039972206397668731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=7039972206397668731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7039972206397668731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7039972206397668731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-not-as-strong-as-i-appear-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-1577221662298774838</id><published>2007-09-24T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:07:11.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really hate whining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But sometimes I really wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am I such a bad person, or is what I'm doing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why is it so hard to please others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet I try so hard to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And in the end, everyone is not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why do i try so hard, to make everyone but myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even willing to sacrifice my happiness jus to please others, but no one appreciates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am I doing too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am I being a busybody or am I a nobody that noone is willing to care bout my feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why am I always so afraid of hurting others' feelings, trying to be nice to them even though I myself will get hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe I shld be a moron, and jus fk care everyone else feelings, what they think, and think for myself for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At least I know, i'll be much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If that's what everyone wans, I'll jus do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What for make the whole world happy at the expense of my own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am jus a  fking retarded brainless person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-1577221662298774838?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-598695165894277248</id><published>2007-09-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:04:24.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just simply hate every single bit of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no one cares. no one bothers. no one gives a shit bout everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-598695165894277248?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/598695165894277248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=598695165894277248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/598695165894277248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/598695165894277248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-simply-hate-every-single-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5447552871576048828</id><published>2007-09-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:25:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am i always the cause of our unhapiness?&lt;br /&gt;Why do u have to always be the one to give in to me in the end?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the unhapiness, the quarrels, the differences.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, thanks for always giving in to me.&lt;br /&gt;ilu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5447552871576048828?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5447552871576048828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5447552871576048828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5447552871576048828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5447552871576048828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-am-i-always-cause-of-our-unhapiness.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3174463704407854495</id><published>2007-08-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:43:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it was a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;started off with having mac breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i jus simply loveeee mac breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;but the bad part is, i've gotta wake up super duper early. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft breakfast, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;had a good rest before started cleaning up my rm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot my 'maid'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to Long House for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;duckie rice followed by Thomson Prata.&lt;br /&gt;*woohoo* ate till i could barely walk!&lt;br /&gt;my stomach almost burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;i jus love spending time with u.&lt;br /&gt;u + good food makes ele happy.&lt;br /&gt;been having lotsa good food these couple of days since u're back frm Thailand (parklane wanton mee, rochor bean curd, geylang dim sum, crab, sushi buffet lunch, and the list goes on).&lt;br /&gt;but but but! why dint i put on any weight!&lt;br /&gt;this is SIMPLY not fair! =(&lt;br /&gt;my goal frm now till nov, is to gain at least 5 kg!&lt;br /&gt;if possible, i wan 8 kg.&lt;br /&gt;but being realistic, i think 5 kg is damn difficult to even achieve.&lt;br /&gt;why isit so difficult for me to put on wt.&lt;br /&gt;but so easy for me to lose wt.&lt;br /&gt;this is seriously so not fair =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, more good food tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Brewerks, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;then i wan my cheenatown char kuey tiao, parklane wanton mee again, carls' junior again, botak jones, dim sum, long house western food (as requested), and more good food pls.&lt;br /&gt;anyone has any recommendations on other good food, pls let me know!&lt;br /&gt;coz i needa achieve my goal. =)&lt;br /&gt;till then, i'll continue drooling on my long list of to-eat food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-3174463704407854495?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3174463704407854495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=3174463704407854495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3174463704407854495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3174463704407854495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-was-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3180305406586012245</id><published>2007-08-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:44:09.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I suddenly feel happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe its coz of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks for always being by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tolerating my mood swings, my irritating nature, and ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, time spent together always seem to end so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it doesnt matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As long as we have quality time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The weekends always seem to pass especially fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like u said, "kuai le shi guang guo de kuai" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some say absence makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd say, even without absence, I'm still missing u always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Absence only makes me feel worse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My sweet baby is already planning what to get for me on my 21st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Something memorable, or something that I'd use often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Which shld I choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd say as long as its from u, I'd be happy. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So easily contented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So easy to please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;U're really lucky lor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tsk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love spending all my time with u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But somehow, I don't have all the time in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish I got more time, u've got more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, step back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We've just got to make do with whatever is given to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hence, I wana study hard, get good grades, work hard, earn more $ in the meantime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks evil twinnie, for always cheering me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though u're faraway at down under, but thanks for still being so concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss u so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take care and faster come back k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ur 'angelic' twinnie misses u ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okie, need to get back to research work. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feeling damn tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lack of slp for the entire wk already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've gotta endure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-3180305406586012245?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3180305406586012245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=3180305406586012245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3180305406586012245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3180305406586012245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-suddenly-feel-happier.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5262393876904122335</id><published>2007-08-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:08:50.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There's a HIGH chance I might be able to go Curtin to get my honours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But that is only IF I maintain my results, or do even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I WAN my 1st or upper 2nd class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;More happy coz I've ur support this time, and that u'd even consider joining me in Aussie to get ur bachelor, instead of staying put in the local uni or even SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*yay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This made me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Coz I still rmb that time when my mum ask if u'd like to go overseas for ur bachelor, u replied me with a straight NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seemed firmed with wanting to stay put then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But now, I know how much u love me, that's why u're even considering to come over join me in Aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Still rmb that time when we quarreled for days when I wanted to go over Perth for my last sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And we almost even split up coz of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thinking back, we've really come a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I compromised then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To stay coz of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now, u're accepting and even encouraging me to complete my honours there if given a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PLUS even wanting to go there study together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is the best plan ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Coz I know it'd be hard to be separated for 1 whole yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If we managed to get there together, I'll stay and wait for u to complete ur deg, coz u need at least 1.5 yrs to 2 yrs depending on ur course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll jus work or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And we'll be able to come back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sounds like a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A dream come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm jus so excited thinking bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Totally glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Therefore, I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; continue to work hard for these last 2 sems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Continue to get my distinctions, or even H. Distinctions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then, I'd be a reality! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5262393876904122335?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5262393876904122335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5262393876904122335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5262393876904122335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5262393876904122335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-totally-excited-theres-high-chance-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5535575141934727526</id><published>2007-08-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:58:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;jus as i tot the happy days are here to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all the shit has to affect me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i jus wish everything would jus disappear and that i'd be able to get outta this asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;coz i might jus breakdown the longer i stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;give me some space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i need to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;RUNAWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ESCAPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry for always hurting u, coz i never meant to and i dont ever want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its always those who are the closest that'd end up being the most hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for always standing by me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll emerge stronger one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish my depression would jus leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz it seems to be affecting not only me, but hurting u too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5854416268342270357</id><published>2007-08-12T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:52:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i almost tot i'd jus die of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;fking eediotic cramps!&lt;br /&gt;i almost fainted on my way back frm tuition ytd.&lt;br /&gt;my legs went wobbly, my face was pale.&lt;br /&gt;broke out in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never experience such an intense pain before.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;that i tot i'd prolly jus die.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i managed to make it home.&lt;br /&gt;but rolling ard in bed doesn't ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;took ard an hr before the pain got better...&lt;br /&gt;but then it lasted till ard evening.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily it ended before i was to head out.&lt;br /&gt;21st bday party before a drinking cum soccer watching session.&lt;br /&gt;epl is here again.&lt;br /&gt;which means, i've gotta tag along for more soccer sessions.&lt;br /&gt;bleah!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long long while since i last drank.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, drinking is GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5854416268342270357?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5854416268342270357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5854416268342270357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5854416268342270357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5854416268342270357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-almost-tot-id-jus-die-of-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5377434992212914488</id><published>2007-08-11T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:39:25.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tiring having to put up a false front.&lt;br /&gt;especially to a loved one, as they'll always be able to notice every single detail.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to stop hiding from my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;its time to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5377434992212914488?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5377434992212914488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5377434992212914488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5377434992212914488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5377434992212914488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-tiring-having-to-put-up-false-front.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3206315185108387161</id><published>2007-08-01T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:01:21.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Its finally AUGUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the waiting is sure tough and long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but since its Aug, it means the day of ur return is nearer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;YAY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what i need most now, is a doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll go to the clinic latest by nxt wk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all i wan now, is to get outta this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its haunting, and eating me up mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;frens, ele will be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be patient and wait for my return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wana score my distinctions, i wana enjoy my 21st...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;most importantly of all... I WANA BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's my ultimate aim for the rest of ay'07!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-3206315185108387161?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3206315185108387161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=3206315185108387161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3206315185108387161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3206315185108387161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/everything-aside.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-2030185716223144802</id><published>2007-07-31T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:39:38.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1 wk down, 1 more wk... 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;we can do it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;though the missing gets tough, but 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hence, miss me more ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so many things for the 2 of us to do whn u're back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;well, pitstop, cheenatown, shopping, movies, beaching, spending time tgthr, and the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it'll all take place during the 1 wk break u have, and the many wkends to come =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;thanks baby, for being here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'll get myself cured... soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;as long as u're by my side, nothing is too tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i will emerge stronger, one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll walk outta the shadows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;back onto the place i shld belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hang on, be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be back soon my dearest, my frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything's gona be alrite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-2030185716223144802?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2030185716223144802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=2030185716223144802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/2030185716223144802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/2030185716223144802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-wk-down-1-more-wk.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-4903365782154392062</id><published>2007-07-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:05:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when u get calls continuously frm 4am - 5am, frm the same person...&lt;br /&gt;its definately irritating and freaking pissed off&lt;br /&gt;well, u stepped on my toes 1st.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gona give u face or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;call me unreasonable, but u disrupted my beauty slp.&lt;br /&gt;i jus yelled on top of my voice down at u.&lt;br /&gt;fking hell!&lt;br /&gt;don't u plain understand eng &amp; chi.&lt;br /&gt;get a life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-4903365782154392062?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-1745370620352819441</id><published>2007-07-29T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:51:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;every single thing bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think i'm gg crazy soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;get me outta this shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm not as strong as i seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-1745370620352819441?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1745370620352819441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=1745370620352819441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/1745370620352819441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/1745370620352819441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-5057015955280911037</id><published>2007-07-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:42:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;思念原来是这么辛苦的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;好想好想你啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;快点回来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;等待着您&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[11 more days]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-5057015955280911037?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5057015955280911037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=5057015955280911037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5057015955280911037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/5057015955280911037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7083059604917074867</id><published>2007-07-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:09:36.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's miserable whn u're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Faraway in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Its only 2 days, but it seems like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Missing u every min.&lt;br /&gt;11 more days.&lt;br /&gt;Hope time pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;Weather's so cold, i wan a cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;Pls come back faster, safely!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for ur return.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my s.b.b&lt;br /&gt;Muackz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-7083059604917074867?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7083059604917074867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=7083059604917074867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7083059604917074867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7083059604917074867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-miserable-whn-ure-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-7948335335807238748</id><published>2007-07-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:35:49.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i needa find myself back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;its terrible whn u know u're losing control of ur thoughts, ur emotions, ur mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;shrucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;its gona be2 wks of agony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the agony of separation.&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to ur departure.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gona survive.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gona jus rot at home for 2 wks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-7948335335807238748?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7948335335807238748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=7948335335807238748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7948335335807238748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/7948335335807238748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-needa-find-myself-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-548314323982109770</id><published>2007-07-21T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:34:57.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When depression strikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its just too scary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-548314323982109770?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/548314323982109770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=548314323982109770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/548314323982109770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/548314323982109770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-depression-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-3054735362015926516</id><published>2007-07-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:12:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when everything i do is wrong... what more can i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-3054735362015926516?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3054735362015926516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=3054735362015926516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3054735362015926516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/3054735362015926516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-everything-goes-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>lil-butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968665022210471993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879248252099912015.post-56149469592394134</id><published>2007-07-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T16:41:42.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what will life be w/o u?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know and i cant imagine...&lt;br /&gt;but if both of us are suffering, then i guess its time i'll let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-56149469592394134?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/56149469592394134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=56149469592394134' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879248252099912015-4869834573812403659?l=thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4869834573812403659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1879248252099912015&amp;postID=4869834573812403659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4869834573812403659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1879248252099912015/posts/default/4869834573812403659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytalesofalilgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-over.html' 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