<?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-25857423</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:19.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly's Flitters</title><subtitle type='html'>Just as a butterfly flits from flower to flower, join me as I flit from one life experience to the next!  Join me as my online friend as I share my thoughts, reflections, hopes and dreams. ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114740271034117094</id><published>2006-05-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:58:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!</title><content type='html'>Phew!  This has been quite a week so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I received a call from my agent with worrisome news - the Case Officer handling my Visa informed them that my Visa was being 'held up' because of my health report!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given a clean bill of health so I was really anxious about what they could have possibly found unfavourable in my health report!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/help.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after my agent finally managed to get clarification from the Case Officer, it appeared that it's simply because a new Health Declaration Form needed to be signed before the Visa would be released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!!  Those were the longest few minutes, waiting for the clarification and assurance that all was well!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/worthy.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I met my agent and signed the form and also gave her details of my tentative flight booking for next Friday!  Wow... I am soooo close to leaving... FINALLY!!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/wiggle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I can't even recall what I did - everything seemed to pass by in a flurry! I feel as if I'm here, but not really here!  I guess that's because I'm on &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/cloud9.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a whole myriad of emotions. I'm super excited about flying over to Melbourne and starting a new life there, but at the same time, I'm kinda nervous because I've never been there before, and don't really know what to expect.  I'm also feeling a tinge of sadness that I'll soon leave my family and friends behind, as well as life, as I've gotten to know it in Singapore.  I will definitely miss those I hold dear to my heart.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/sad.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I will also miss the food and the shopping here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and Happiness... both at the same time.  I'm lucky in a way because I've got two close friends and a few other friends there.  Plus, there are plenty of to-be friends there - friends of friends, and new colleagues, and people I'll meet as I start my life there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weeks of leisure have allowed me to take a slow pace and reflect on things.  I've come to realise that I'm pretty rigid in my thinking concerning certain things and I want to be more open-minded and more positive from now on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that's the best attitude when facing a new life and new challenges ahead!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/cheese1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114740271034117094?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114740271034117094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114740271034117094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114740271034117094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114740271034117094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-week.html' title='What a Week!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114708265789060953</id><published>2006-05-08T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:04:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Happily Single than Miserably Married!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after watching m:i:III with mom and dad, I went to Great World City with mom to purchase our new washing machine because our old one short-circuited and triggered the safety on the circuit box.  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the taxi on the way home, mom said that when her colleagues and friends asked why I was still single when my younger brother had already gotten married, she said, "Better happy and single than married but miserable!"  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that really amusing!  Just a few years back, she appeared worried at my single status, but I kept regaling her with real-life accounts of friends who got married, and then divorced, or those who got married and are facing difficulties and unhappiness.  I guess that got to her so now, she never asks me about boyfriends and all that anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly sad, but we live in a world where people no longer bat an eyelid when telling lies and when being deceitful.  You see married women with children dressing up to the nines and leaving their children with their maids whilst they go clubbing and flirt openly with other men.  And the caveat is, they feel absolutely no remorse!  They just want to make themselves feel good, feel sexy, feel desirable... everything else is secondary...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the married men who commit adultery.  I've been approached by married men before and a few of them blatantly tell you about their wife and kids and then in the very same breath, ask if you'd like to 'have some fun in a hotel room'!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/swear.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that immoral things like these would have a huge stigma attached.  These days, it's so common and widespread that no one bats an eyelid over such acts anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, is so tragic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114708265789060953?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114708265789060953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114708265789060953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114708265789060953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114708265789060953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/better-happily-single-than-miserably.html' title='Better Happily Single than Miserably Married!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114708202724587627</id><published>2006-05-08T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:53:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Fly Off Already!!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I opened my Australian bank accounts!  Whooppee!!  It was pretty easy too - just call the bank and give the customer service rep your details over the phone and voila... bank accounts ready!   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/wiggle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, I remitted money into my Aussie accounts.  Mission accomplished!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I faced difficulties trying to contact my agent.  Why am I not surprised?  It isn't funny already, seeing as how she insisted that I would get my Visa ready so I can fly off by this coming Friday but that we just might get it done on time to fly off last Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these delays, and the only thing consistent were the delays.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/ranting3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... how much longer, I wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114708202724587627?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114708202724587627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114708202724587627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114708202724587627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114708202724587627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-me-fly-off-already.html' title='Let Me Fly Off Already!!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114700225930082136</id><published>2006-05-07T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T04:44:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying Your Cards on the Table</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many of you out there can identify with my dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to 'play games'. I don't mean 'games' of the fun, entertaining, hobby sort, but 'games as in mind games, manipulation games, games of strategising, plotting and being sly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes, when I approach a situation or issue not wanting to adopt the aforementioned stance and attitude, I end up getting manipulated, made use of, and worse, mocked for the simple-minded fool I appeared to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I witnessed a few of my friends who are simple-minded, naive and without ill intent in them get bludgeoned by the wolves they were dealing with at work and / or in their personal lives. I've known these friends to be really sweet folks who won't harm a soul and they are not the cunning sort and it really hurts and angers me to see them being used and abused by others. I sit with them through their heartache and tears and feel really indignant that good-hearted souls need to suffer at the hands of others who are more 'sophisticated' in their dealings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this - there's a dilemma between wanting to conduct my dealings by seeing the good in everything; and being wary and cautious and not trusting anyone until that trust is earned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the best option is to be wise in your dealings, to be able to perceive the true character of a person and then approaching him/her accordingly. However, not all of us can be good judges of character all of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be bitter and jaded, but times when I try to give the benefit of the doubt and not jump to conclusions and treat someone nicely, more often than not, that person will end up trying to manipulate me or take me for granted. Of course, there are the rare gems who have integrity as well and those are people we should treasure as our friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be shrewd and yet be magnanimous... that's a really tough balance to strike. Witnessing a spate of nasty, heartbreaking incidents that had happened to me and my friends lately, it's sometimes really hard to decide how to toe the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that Chu Chin-Ning, the author of "Thick Face, Black Heart" is wise to promote the following principles : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fight back when you have been wronged &lt;br /&gt;-Find your inner warrior, and conquer all in your path &lt;br /&gt;-Claim your natural right to dazzling wealth &lt;br /&gt;-Unchain your primitive killer instinct for a life-affirming cause &lt;br /&gt;-Apply deception without sin to win the deal you want &lt;br /&gt;-Dare to succeed by cultivating the courage to fail &lt;br /&gt;-Transform your negative qualities to your advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the same time, there is a nagging doubt in a part of me that says I wouldn't want to be so calculating, scheming and callous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent girls' night out, someone brought out the point that we should keep everyone at arms' length and not open up to them too much until they have proven to us that they are sincere people who are keen to be more than mere acquaintances with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that "I can't do that, it's just not me" to adopt this kind of attitude. But I'm wondering, by not doing so, am I being foolish and foolhardy? Does wisdom mean having to be shrewd? Can we not be wise and kind-hearted without being gobbled up by the power-hungry and the mean around us?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering this issue for a long time now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114700225930082136?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114700225930082136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114700225930082136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114700225930082136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114700225930082136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/laying-your-cards-on-table.html' title='Laying Your Cards on the Table'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114680580510449257</id><published>2006-05-04T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:10:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate food-lover's bedsheet!  How can one not sleep well with a bedsheet like this?  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/thumbup.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114680580510449257?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114680580510449257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114680580510449257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680580510449257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680580510449257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114680551813059496</id><published>2006-05-04T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:06:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn From The Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!  Yup!!  Take it from the cat - it's no use dwelling on it, whining over it, mourning over the loss, and all that ... because there's more to life than one lost nugget!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish got away?  No problem... see the school of fish coming our way?  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/naughty.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114680551813059496?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114680551813059496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114680551813059496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680551813059496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680551813059496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/learn-from-cat.html' title='Learn From The Cat!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114680507476244026</id><published>2006-05-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:59:10.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cute Table Display...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a Laughing Buddha sitting smack in the middle of a lotus pad of gold coins, and holding on to a string of gold beads and a prosperity symbol!  Isn't it cute?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's meant to be an incense-holder but it's just sitting pretty on a corner of the computer table now.  I spotted it for just $2 at a small neighbourhood shop in West Coast.  Mom grabbed it and bought it immediately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114680507476244026?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114680507476244026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114680507476244026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680507476244026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680507476244026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/cute-table-display.html' title='A Cute Table Display...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114680392429341202</id><published>2006-05-04T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:38:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Here's a phrase that Angel often uses that makes helluva lotta sense :  "Don't make someone a priority who only makes you an option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to tweak it a little, I'd rather go, "If someone treats you like an option, don't make him/her a priority."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, "Duh... but of course!" to this but how easy it was for me to throw caution to the wind and plunge into the abyss.   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/undecided.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was an absolute sucker once - hopelessly fighting for acceptance, attention and acknowledgement.  I became myopic and my vision narrowed down to a pin-prick vision where nothing else mattered much.  Jealousy got the better of me and honestly, looking back, I hated who I became when I was trapped in the web of insecurity and dwelling in the musty dungeon of self-doubts.  I was constantly working for someone's approval, but it was never forthcoming.  And as a result, my self-confidence went sky-diving.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/thumbsdown.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keen to cast it all aside and move on.  I'm not going to lug unnecessary baggages with me on my trip, nosiree!  In this instance, I'm going to adopt the hard and unyielding stand that if one's not for me, then he/she is against me!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/ninjastar.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious, and also too short, for us to waste our time and attention on people who do not reciprocate your feelings towards them.  You can hold out a hand of friendship to someone, but if that person does not respond likewise, then it's better to withdraw and offer your hand to someone else who's more responsive and appreciative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't all about making the other person feel wanted and loved and needed... it's also about me.  There has got to be a mutual feel-good about the friendship.  Much as we ought to 'love one another', if our feelings are being toyed around with or if we're suffering in the friendship, maybe, it's best to go love someone else instead.  In being commanded to 'love one another', it was never insinuated that we hang around and be a punching bag or to be constantly made use of.  Nobody deserves to be chronically mistreated.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/ranting3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrinsically, I'm strong.  I've survived much worse.  Someday, I'll look back and wonder why I compromised in the first place.  But for now, the sadness and frustration that I've been steeped in is slowly dissipating and in its place, I feel indignance at being mistreated and taken for granted.  It's good that I'm no longer whiny and moody because it means that the storm clouds are lifting and I'm slowly getting over the whole saga!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to surf on the rising tide of renewal, out of here, and on to my new life!  The outlook is very bright indeed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/Weather6.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114680392429341202?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114680392429341202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114680392429341202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680392429341202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114680392429341202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/angels-philosophy.html' title='Angel&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114666593649642875</id><published>2006-05-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:18:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faye's Mirror Principle</title><content type='html'>Faye, a friend of mine and fellow blogger here (click on the "Lost in Space" link to access her blog), reminded me of an important life principle.  It's so simple, but yet, I seem to have forgotten it and I really thank her for reminding me of it weeks ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like a mirror in life - if someone treats you well, treat them well back.  But hold out and don't share your life with people who do not treat you well enough to deserve you opening your hearts to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she didn't say it in those words but the gist is there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living life with a weird principle - I am largely suspicious of new peeps but once I like someone, I tend to really like him/her.  I am an extremist - I either like you, or I don't.  And it's darn obvious where someone stands in my life!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/naughty.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Of course, there are people whom I'll classify as mere acquaintances - that's inevitable given the number of people we do get to meet in life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lately, I've come to the painful realisation that there are a few friends whom I've embraced into my close circle who really ought not be there at all in the first place.  These are the people who are apathetic, those who obviously don't really care for me and do not have my best interests at heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships, to me, are like playing a game of tennis - you hit the ball, I hit it back.  Both sides have to WANT the friendship to be close and both sides have to work at making it work.  If one side's always doing all the giving, and the other side doesn't reciprocate, the friendship will eventually end up being unbalanced with at least one person being unhappy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrinsic to close friendships is the need to know that you're being accepted completely by the other party.  You want to know that you can be yourself, and still be embraced.  You want to be assured that no matter what, the other person will still want to go out with you and still like your company.  Since we're all different, we have different levels and different types of needs.  What's acceptable to you might not be acceptable to me.  We crave intimacy, depth of friendship, assurances, sensitivities, etc in different doses.  It's not a one dose fits all prescription.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been easy for me - drawing closer to a friend, but yet, knowing that the feelings aren't reciprocated.  I cared for that friend deeply but yet, whatever I've said to that friend is nought and the friend would only listen to other friends' same advice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not just the only issue that hurt me - it's also knowing that my company means nothing and that I'm probably a "better than no company" option.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/sad.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that friend care so much for others but not for me, has not been easy to stomach.  It's as if I mean nothing at all.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/crying.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough's enough though... it's time to move on.  Since that friend is apathetic, then it's appropriate for me to stop thinking so highly and so much of the friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be easy but I have this on my side - self-love.  I have enough self-esteem to know that I may have my faults, but I'm also loveable in other ways, and if a person whom I considered my close friend does not appreciate me, then it's best for me to relegate the friendship out of my close circle and stem my heartbreak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter pill to swallow but ultimately, it's for everyone's good.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/mellow.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114666593649642875?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114666593649642875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114666593649642875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114666593649642875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114666593649642875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/fayes-mirror-principle.html' title='Faye&apos;s Mirror Principle'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114666437285012555</id><published>2006-05-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:52:52.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Hurdle Cleared!</title><content type='html'>I received my blood test results yesterday and ... I'm HIV -ve!  I also tested negative for Hep A &amp; B!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/clap2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a few years ago, my nursing colleague and I shared the same sentiment - that we are afraid of stepping forward to donate blood because we're afraid of what our blood tests might reveal.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nurses, we do come into contact with HIV +ve and AIDS patients and there are the unfortunate needleprick injuries that hopefully, never occur.  So far in my career, I've suffered one needleprick injury and that really freaked me out.  We do take precautions but you do know that even the best laid plans may sometimes face hitches, right?  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/fear.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've got a clean bill of health and my Medical Reports have probably been received by the Immigration Office already, they should be processing my Visa now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my agent kept her word and had my Visa Application Form couriered to the Immigration Office last Tuesday.  Barring any hitches, my Visa should be received real soon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having butterflies in my stomach at the thought of my Visa coming soon!  This is the moment I've been waiting for for so long and yet, with the Visa comes the time to finally draw the curtain on certain things, and open a new door and step out into the unknown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me cannot bear to part with the people I've grown to love and the life I've gotten used to here.  But another part of me welcomes the fulfillment of a dream and the fruition of the sacrifices I've made and the trials I've suffered for the past seven years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in transition now, right in the calm vortex of the hurricane, and I'm ready for the challenges ahead.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/wiggle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114666437285012555?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114666437285012555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114666437285012555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114666437285012555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114666437285012555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-more-hurdle-cleared.html' title='One More Hurdle Cleared!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114604662010269111</id><published>2006-04-26T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:21:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Step Taken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/MedExamVisaForm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the recommended clinic in Paragon to have my medical check-up done and Chest X-Ray taken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a milestone because that's the last thing I have to do before I get my Visa.  I've completed the application for a Visa and given it to my agent, together with the relevant copies of documents that have been stamped and certified true copies by a notary member of public, and my agent should have sent my application out via courier today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood test results ought to be back tomorrow so the clinic will collate everything, fill up the relevant areas on the forms, and despatch the results via courier to the relevant office in Australia tomorrow, or latest by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/wiggle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, there won't be any more hitches.  Let's hope that my agent really has the contacts she said she has so the entire process can be expedited.  No more delays, please!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/pray.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, btw, I've decided to start another blog to write about my adventures in Melbourne - &lt;a href="http://www.projectlovemelbourne.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I can then use this blog as a sort of personal diary.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114604662010269111?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114604662010269111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114604662010269111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114604662010269111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114604662010269111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-step-taken.html' title='Last Step Taken!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114589102930974879</id><published>2006-04-24T07:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:59:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, or Later?</title><content type='html'>My agent keeps telling me that it's time to get prepared for my impending departure to Melbourne, but I'm hardly paying attention to her because since September 2005, she has been consistently promising deadlines but never meeting them.  She has also been assuring me that she'll call me back, get back to me, etc, and hasn't made good on her various promises.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/undecided.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gained a valuable insight - when something is said to take only 'one week', in reality, it's more like three to four weeks.  :P  My friends who have been living and working in Australia for some time all tell me to get used to the new nuance because I'll be facing this time and again.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/mellow.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the 24th of April, seven months after I first approached the agent.  It's deliriously close to the end of April and yet, my agent insists that I will have my Visa and leave Singapore by the end of the month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe her and start tying up loose ends?  Or do I apply the usual rule of Promised Deadline X 3 or X 4 to get a more realistic projection of my real departure date?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/help.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I wish I had a clue!  Haha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish though, that I had more concrete deadlines to work with because I'm a stickler for schedules and 'To Do' lists.  How to plan ahead and plan well when the dates and time lines are still vague?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In utter frustration, I've told mom one night that I think we migt want to start our own agency one day to assist nurses in getting jobs in Australia and moving over.  With mom's strong admin background, coupled with my own admin experience and nursing background and contacts, I'm sure we could pull it off, and do a much better job too!  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/beer2.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's time to take a deep breath, assume the Lotus Position, and keep the impatience and frustration at bay.  This time round, I really hope that everything will proceed smoothly and I shall see my Visa soon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo keen to start my new life down under!  I'm sooo eager to say &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/Bye.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114589102930974879?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114589102930974879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114589102930974879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114589102930974879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114589102930974879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-or-later.html' title='Now, or Later?'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114561320832743786</id><published>2006-04-21T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:53:28.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Brevity</title><content type='html'>That's one of my goals each time I write entries for my blog.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who know me, know that brevity is NOT my virtue!  I am anything BUT short and sweet!  (Yes, literally too!  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ramble.  I go on and on.  By virtue of the fact that I can type pretty fast, I manage to capture my thoughts as it flows like a gushing waterfall.  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may not be a good thing, because why be wordy and verbose when you can get your point across, with impact, and using less words?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it entails a degree of discipline to 'keep it short', and I'll be working towards that goal.  Since I've proven that I can write as much as an unending river, let's see if I can also chop-chop keep it compact like a neatly wrapped gift!  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge to myself as I post in this blog.  Yup!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, am I repeating myself?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darnit, I'm adding extra words again!  It's so unnecessary!  And ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok!  OK!  I shall be brief starting from ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... NOW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114561320832743786?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114561320832743786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114561320832743786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561320832743786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561320832743786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/embracing-brevity.html' title='Embracing Brevity'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114561274013392076</id><published>2006-04-21T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:45:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you, really?</title><content type='html'>I get a good laugh out of ladies who proclaim loudly that they are 'unique', 'different', 'not apologetic for who they are' and 'unconforming', but then when you take a good look at them, they are dressed in the latest fashion that every other lady in the street's wearing too, their hair's been dyed in the shade of the season, their handbag is from an 'in' brand... nothing about their physical appearance endorses their proclamation of being 'different'!  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to amuse me!  What's unfortunate is that I witness this VERY often!  It's quite pathetic!  Everyone is trying to outdo everyone else, but in the end, nobody looks any different from everybody!  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be this caustic if there was a degree of humility involved, instead of this boisterous, shameless, touting of themselves as 'different' and the insinuation is 'better'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to good ol' modesty?  Just put your best foot forward, smile your best smile, and let someone else proclaim your greatness... IF it was really great enough to attract attention.  Doesn't it feel better to have your uniqueness and strengths validated by other people instead?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they go unnoticed, so what?  Afterall, if you are really being your unique self and not going to conform to others' expectations, you wouldn't be such a slave, hankering for others' acceptance and attention, right?  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's not necessary to be 'the best' all the time!  What's wrong with being second best?  What's wrong with waiting in the wings?  Every dog has its day and only hogs hog the days!  (Hmm... I kinda like my modified version of the idiom!) &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it succinctly - Lions don't need to roar!  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/naughty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Smileys%20and%20Emoticons/naughty.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114561274013392076?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114561274013392076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114561274013392076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561274013392076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561274013392076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-really.html' title='Are you, really?'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114561157453123611</id><published>2006-04-21T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:26:14.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late Great Phone Book</title><content type='html'>I bemourned times when I've lost the contact no.s of friends either because I've misplaced my phone book or, in this day and age when the good ol' phone book is more or less obsolete, when my mobile phone goes awry and I cannot access the phone no.s in there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to contact my friends?  It's horrifying to find that suddenly, ALL your friends' numbers are no longer at your fingertips!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've adapted a twist in my thoughts - if they are truly my friends, they will think of me now and then and they will also take the initiative to call me.  If they don't ever call me, then well, maybe they're just too busy for me.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be me contacting my friends all the time.  It should be like a tennis game - you hit the ball to me and I'll hit it back to you.  There has to be initiative on both sides to contact each other now and then to keep in touch.  If one party is making all of the effort all of the time, then the friendship might be a tad unbalanced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making and receiving calls, to-and-fro, means that : "I am thinking of you... just as you are thinking of me!"  How sweet!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I no longer fret over lost phone no.s ... because real friends never lose contact, despite lost phone books and malfunctioning phones.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114561157453123611?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114561157453123611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114561157453123611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561157453123611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114561157453123611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/late-great-phone-book.html' title='The Late Great Phone Book'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114554979347182813</id><published>2006-04-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:19:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Fold a Shirt in Japan</title><content type='html'>Look at this really kewl and very speedy way of folding your shirt!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4776825453418327083&amp;q=shirt+fold"&gt;Demo Video Clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already foresee some problems though - this would work best with soft materials but if you are handling cotton, esp cotton that has been crumpled in the wash, the end result might not be that perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's like origami put to good use!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114554979347182813?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114554979347182813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114554979347182813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114554979347182813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114554979347182813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-fold-shirt-in-japan.html' title='How to Fold a Shirt in Japan'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114508438518229614</id><published>2006-04-14T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:59:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old...</title><content type='html'>Photos of the dusty corners found in my ol' leased apartment prior to my move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/DustyCorner1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  That green mask up there... that's a memento from the SARS period.  It's a totally clean and unused mask, of course!  Haha!  And yes, I was working in the ward when Singapore was hit with SARS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this sweet?  I created it!  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/DustyCorner2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelf where a few of my nursing texts were kept, along with all my bookmarks and a photo of me and my nursing school classmates when we travelled up to Genting Highlands after our last exams!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/DustyCorner3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh... the li'l desk next to my TV...  the li'l artificial plants that had been with me for years, that tacky-looking mandarin orange plant that I bought solely because it was the Lunar New Year, a corner of a framed photo taken in NYC, and a lovely gift from an equestrian-loving friend...  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/DustyCorner4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a corner of my worktable where I worked on my desktop before the move.  See my organised mess?  :P  *blush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/DustyCorner5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that as I step into my new life, these photos will become precious mementos of an era gone-by for me.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114508438518229614?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114508438518229614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114508438518229614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114508438518229614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114508438518229614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-old.html' title='Something Old...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114508323852166831</id><published>2006-04-14T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:29:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady-In-Waiting</title><content type='html'>That's what I have been since late January, when I quit my job as a Registered Nurse, to prepare for my moves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoveS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, moveS!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had to vacate my apartment since the lease would be up.  And then, I had to move back to my parents' in the interim.  Lastly, the final move to Melbourne!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing and moving out of the apartment I had lived in for the past three years or so proved to be one huge nightmare!  I never realised that I had accummulated THAT much stuff!!  *wide-eyed look of terror at the recollection!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I shop when I'm stressed or moody.  :P  The fact that I lived alone also gave me perfect excuses to put off sorting out stuff and discarding stuff.  And so, in the short space of three years, a li'l pile of junk grew into one huge monster!  I can die blushing from the shame of it!  :P  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough to pack too!  I had to sort out what goes into personal storage, what goes to my parents' place, what will follow me to Melbourne on my luggage, what will be shipped over to Melbourne eventually once I have an address there, and what will be given and to who.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, it was one royal headache!  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/BoxedUpLife.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that that nightmare is behind me and I'm comfortably settled in my parents', I'm still waiting for the paperwork to be completed so that I can fly off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting... it's been a waiting game for the past eight months... and now, I'm still waiting, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more before I go postal?  LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114508323852166831?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114508323852166831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114508323852166831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114508323852166831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114508323852166831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/lady-in-waiting.html' title='Lady-In-Waiting'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114485424925611539</id><published>2006-04-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:51:07.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly-Developed Craving!</title><content type='html'>Take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/AjisenVolcanoRamenDinnerA.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!! :P~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely bowl of Volcano Ramen at Ajisen Ramen! Nice ramen done al dente in a flavourful broth, with a generous portion of boiled cabbage, bean sprouts and seaweed, with Japanese char siu and Ajisen's special hot sauce! Rated three or four chillis - meaning, HOT! But hey, the typical Singaporean foodies redefine 'Hot'! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, too, at the nicely painted pink fingernails! *blush! Monday, 10 April was the day I had my first Manicure and Pedicure and a good pal, Rose, not only brought me to her favourite Mani-Pedi Spa, she also paid for my Pedicure! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my painted big toe... I've ALWAYS wanted to have my two big toes painted! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/Paintedbigtoe.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiao! Hiao!! (Hokkien dialect for 'Vainpot!') *blush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114485424925611539?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114485424925611539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114485424925611539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114485424925611539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114485424925611539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/newly-developed-craving.html' title='Newly-Developed Craving!'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25857423.post-114485228622504864</id><published>2006-04-12T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:44:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years to fall in love with...</title><content type='html'>... Melbourne!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!  That's going to be my mission although I don't think Melbourne would be that hard to love, judging from the feedback from friends and from what I've read so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why two years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, that's the term of my employment contract, afterwhich I shall be free to decide if I shall stay put and sink my roots there, or consider other options.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already looking forward to living and working there because of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the FOOD!  (Yes!  It's always about the food!  *sheepish grin)  I heard about the Souvlavki you can get there... and the Pho... and the bakery goodies!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the outdoors!  Not that I'm an outdoorsy person - I'm prone to heat rash and I get tanned too easily so I try to stay indoors so I can stay fair - but I think it's time to open up to new horizons, new experiences, new perspectives!  Hehe!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- opportunites for photo-taking!  In the first few months, I'll most likely explore Melbourne with the drunken enthusiasm of a tourist and so, in the spirit of exploration and discovery, I'm going to be trigger-happy with my digicam!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a new beginning!  This butterfly's flitting off to Australia!  Wheeee!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shopping!  OK, the shopping in Singapore is most probably much better because we're spoilt for choice but well, I'll finally have more disposable income and I'm mighty pleased with that!  =D  PurrRRrrr... nothing like more $$ for shopping!  Hehe!  STOP ME!  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- financial management!  Yeah, I've been as poor as a churchmouse for the past few years but that's going to change soon though!  Yippee!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started out as an intention to write a post that just three or four paragraphs long ends up as an essay!  :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, welcome to my blog!  I shall record my last few weeks here in Singapore and my journey of discovery when I touch down in Melbourne!  It's going to be fun!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25857423-114485228622504864?l=butterflyflitters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/feeds/114485228622504864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25857423&amp;postID=114485228622504864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114485228622504864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25857423/posts/default/114485228622504864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflyflitters.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-years-to-fall-in-love-with.html' title='Two years to fall in love with...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/SweetheartD/KTRoseBday2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
