<?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-2677204796892681600</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:01:07.178+10:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='animals'/><category term='pink'/><category term='TV'/><category term='TAFE'/><category term='Australian Open'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Mr Men'/><category term='movies'/><category term='God'/><category term='mike'/><category term='random'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='music'/><category term='Good Buys'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='hair'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='Filipino stuff'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Australian Idol'/><category term='University'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='video'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='work'/><category term='Grammar'/><category term='Hello Kitty'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Butterflies and Chucks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6952514339333519396</id><published>2009-10-26T23:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:40:06.331+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new blog :)</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone reads this anymore, but whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created another blog.. it's to help me keep track of what I buy and how much I spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://StuffIBoughtToday.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://StuffIBoughtToday.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and follow me on twitter if you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://StuffIBoughtToday.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6952514339333519396?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6952514339333519396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6952514339333519396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-new-blog.html' title='I have a new blog :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2557299257639689737</id><published>2009-07-09T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:35:11.766+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Dear Michael Jackson,</title><content type='html'>It's still hard to believe you're no longer with us. I feel you were taken far too soon, but at the same time I can't imagine you growing old. It's complicated. How do I put this? Impossible as it is, it seemed like you would live forever. I know I sound crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out that you had passed away was a real 'where were you when...?' kind of moment. I was on the train, it was around a quarter to 9. The lady sitting behind me was on the phone and I was eavesdropping. "Did you hear about Michael Jackson?" she said. "Sad, isn't it?" I instantly became curious and took my BlackBerry out of my bag. There was an SMS waiting in my inbox from my mom. "Is it true that Michael Jackson is gone?" My eyes widened and my shoulders tensed, the way they do when I get startled. I entered your name into Google and as it loaded, I hoped and hoped and hoped that it was just a terrible hoax...but no. The first result was a news article confirming your death. Reading this paragraph back to myself, I find it quite amusing how technology has changed the way we receive news. The news article was published just 30 minutes before I read it. It was eerie to find out about your passing just an hour or so after it actually happened. It makes me wonder when and how I would have found out if I hadn't overheard that conversation, received that text or read that online article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic, the impact you had on the music world is extraordinary. There really is no one like you! It's sad that your death had to be the one thing that reminded us of your musical greatness. Countless radio stations, tv shows, shops are playing your music now and while that's great, we should have been listening to your music everyday! I'm watching your live performances and seriously, no one sounds like you, no one moves like you, no one makes people emotional the way you did. So many fans cried, screamed their lungs out and fainted at your concerts, even if you were just standing there doing nothing. Hahaha. And your wonderful songs and music videos... I'll never forget watching them on rage on Saturday mornings. I was amazed at how you turned into sand in 'Remember The Time' and I enjoyed Macaulay Culkin's cameo in 'Black or White' (I think I had a tiiiny crush on him back then, hahaha). And when I think about the film Free Willy, 'Will You Be There' and 'Human Nature' come to mind. (Yeah, both. I guess it's kind of a remix in my head. :P )  The only video I didn't really like was 'Thriller'. The end scared the shit out of me. One day, my dad came home with the HIStory laserdisc and I couldn't even look at the back of the case because it had a still of you and your scary eyes on it.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you forgive me for spreading one of those stupid playground jokes about you back in primary school. The one that went 'What did Michael Jackson sing to his credit card? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not alone, I am plastic too...&lt;/span&gt;'  And, uh, forgive me for snickering while thinking about it just then. The way you handled the taunts and accusations in your life was extraordinary, too. I'm the kind of person who'll burst into tears at the slightest insult.. while every day you were ridiculed, called extremely hurtful names and were accused of despicable acts. But you never let them get the best of you- you brushed off the names, you maintained your innocence and kept on living each day you had. You were an obviously vulnerable person, an easy target, but they showed no mercy- they just kept on beating you into the ground. How unfortunate that they chose to ignore your charitable deeds and instead did what they could to convince people you were a monster. As your brother Marlon said in your memorial service today, "maybe now, Michael, they will leave you alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the pleasure of being able to say that we were once in the same vicinity... when I was a foetus. HAHAHA. My mother told me that you were here in Sydney, in November 1987. Back then, she was living with her parents and siblings. They (my mom, my aunties and uncles) found out you were performing at Parramatta Stadium, so they ran there all the way from their home in Harris Park. They didn't have tickets but they were happy enough to stay outside, as long as they could hear you. November 1987 was about four months before I was born, so I was still in the oven, so to speak. Even though I wasn't really counted as a part of the world yet, I was alive. I know I'm reaching and it sounds kind of pathetic, but I just get a kick out of knowing we were once in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt there will ever be an entertainer as amazing as you were. You really are the greatest that ever lived. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that you're not coming back.. I hope you're in Heaven and that you can see just how many people are devastated by your passing. Sorry that it took your death for us to show the love and appreciation you deserved while you were alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2557299257639689737?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2557299257639689737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2557299257639689737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-michael-jackson.html' title='Dear Michael Jackson,'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1236830328759707089</id><published>2009-05-03T22:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:06:05.801+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Logies 2009</title><content type='html'>I am seriously puzzled by some of these nominations. Mark Loves Sharon? Matt Lee? As much as I like Adam Hills...a Gold Logie? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And urgh.... Gretel Killeen and her Spock haircut. Please don't host anything ever again. Feeling second hand embarrassment over here. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1236830328759707089?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1236830328759707089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1236830328759707089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/logies-2009.html' title='Logies 2009'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1997815979328034414</id><published>2009-03-30T23:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:51:31.572+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm listening to The Getaway Plan's album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other Voices, Other Rooms&lt;/span&gt; and I think "hey this is really good! I'll go look up some stuff about them" and I find out that they broke up about a month ago. WTF. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;W T F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1997815979328034414?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1997815979328034414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1997815979328034414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-im-listening-to-getaway-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1472554468749244968</id><published>2009-03-27T19:15:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:47:13.733+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Hoorayyyyy</title><content type='html'>I finally got my BlackBerry Bold on Monday. Since it arrived about two weeks later than promised, the Voda guy gave me a 4GB micro SD  :)  I bought a skin for it yesterday from a new stall in Parramatta called Gizmobies. Godddd I love personalising things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/004a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/004b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was good... I received two Thomas Sabo bracelets! Problem is, they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; lovely that I can never decide which one I should wear, and I end up wearing both. Thus creating jangly noisy wrists on tables while writing. Gorgeous jangly noisy wrists anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents snuck into my room in the early hours of my birthday, left 50 pink balloons on my ceiling and taped '21' decorations on my door. (I still haven't taken them down.. I really love birthdays. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the lovely Katrina sent me a dozen birthday cupcakes. LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm celebrating my 21st year quietly. I'm just going to have lunch with my closest friends. When I think about it, I don't have that many close friends. I mean, I do love the ones I have, but why am I such a social retard? As I snoop through the online albums of teenage friends and family members, I'm seeing these amazing social lives, the kind I could have only wished for when I was that age- heck, even now. I hate that I was (and am) so socially inept. I hate looking back and thinking about how I used to look and what I used to wear back in high school, so much that I feel like throwing up. I hate that I had no one to tell me, "hey! WTF are you doing?" just when I was about to make a mistake. And I hate that I'm getting so god damn worked up about this. Way to end a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1472554468749244968?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1472554468749244968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1472554468749244968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoorayyyyy.html' title='Hoorayyyyy'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7617912425279730742</id><published>2009-03-19T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:21:19.568+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another year is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're twenty one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Happy Birthday", The Click Five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7617912425279730742?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7617912425279730742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7617912425279730742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1538126535649816102</id><published>2009-03-15T22:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:01:44.309+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked both days this weekend. In my 2 and a bit years of employment, customers have rarely been able to guess my background. Top 5 incorrect guesses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an elderly couple came up to me yesterday and started speaking to me in Chinese. I kindly told them that I (unfortunately) only speak English. They stopped, smiled and nodded....and then continued speaking Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Turkish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I served a customer that looked like Michael C. Hall yesterday. I would have gone weak at the knees had it not been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;. It was so awkward. As I was completing the transaction, all I could think was 'Dexter Morgan. Dexter Morgan. Dexter Morgan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my staff card yesterday. The photo printed on it is the picture I submitted on a floppy disk (!!!) when I started working, back in 2006. IT. IS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUL&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't have a fringe back then, and my stupid fat face was pimply and oily. Urrrrrrrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a BlackBerry Bold..yet. Apparently none of the Vodafone stores have stock and the expected deliveries haven't arrived yet. I guess it's not Vodafone's fault, but I just hope my new phone arrives before my birthday.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rove's finally finished and Dexter's about to start.. I'm surprised my TV didn't explode from Zac Efron and Russell Brand being on it at the same time. And hey, when did Myf Warhurst become so unsexy? And when did Evermore stop looking so nerdy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1538126535649816102?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1538126535649816102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1538126535649816102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-worked-both-days-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-8895767228732072570</id><published>2009-03-11T21:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:12:11.825+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>JSYK</title><content type='html'>Chuck Bass was in my dream last night. Ohhh yeeeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-8895767228732072570?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8895767228732072570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8895767228732072570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/jsyk.html' title='JSYK'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-124428644664296096</id><published>2009-03-09T19:50:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:19:26.105+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be saying goodbye to my sidekick3 soon. The device has this annoying habit of delivering SMSes several days late, the internet is slow, the camera is shitty and its battery life sucks. The plan finishes in August, but I'm just going to pay an early exit fee- I really need a new phone. Yesterday my mom placed a special order with Vodafone for my new Blackberry Bold :D  :D  :D    I can't wait! The guy said that it would be in either tomorrow or Wednesday. I may explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's christening was held on Saturday. She cried just about every time I carried her. It seems she really doesn't want to be my friend when we're around other people.. but once we're in a smaller crowd, she doesn't mind me. It's kinda like she just wants to be secret friends. lol. Anyways, Mike was invited too and he came along. I really like having Mike around. He's my best friend and I wish I could see him aaaall the time. I love him. What I didn't love was the giftwrap that his present for Bella was wrapped in. It had heaps of glitter that kept coming off and getting stuck to the fingers and palms of whoever touched it. My uncle sprinkled it above my head and I ended up with glitter in my hair, on my arms and hands. I exfoliated like a crazy person in the shower that night. The buffet lunch was damn gooood, as I expected. I don't think I could ever get sick of eating roast beef and potatoes. And chocolate mousse for dessert. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get that new McDonald's ad where one boy dobs on his brother, who is pulling tissue after tissue out of the box. The mother turns around and doesn't seem to mind the little wank wasting Kleenexes. Am I missing something? But I do like those new Doritos ads with that Greater Union guy, 'Glen Parks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without facebook was getting easier... up until Saturday night. I really want to upload photos from the christening and tag every single person in them. Oh well... 27 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-124428644664296096?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/124428644664296096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/124428644664296096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-saying-goodbye-to-my-sidekick3.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2155091698049974902</id><published>2009-02-26T20:16:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:18:27.707+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>I've given up facebook for Lent.</title><content type='html'>Ohhh man, what have I done?! For a little less than forty days (I'm starting a bit late) I will not let myself log on, check anyone's status, look at their uploaded photos or learn 25 interesting facts about them. I have turned off email notifications too, so I won't be able to cheat. I just know this is going to be so difficult- I'm used to checking facebook several times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lent hasn't come at a worse time either- it doesn't end until the 5th of April, which means that I won't be able to upload anything from or about my goddaughter Isabella's christening or my 21st birthday. Booooo. But I'm determined to just do this because heck- Jesus walked in the desert and fasted for forty days and nights.. and with all the sins I've committed, it's the least I can do to make it up to him and show him I'm grateful for the sacrifices he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS-&lt;/span&gt; Going without food for forty days is amazing. Seriously, my stomach whines after forty SECONDS. Jesus is legendary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2155091698049974902?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2155091698049974902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2155091698049974902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-given-up-facebook-for-lent.html' title='I&apos;ve given up facebook for Lent.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7430901328136631341</id><published>2009-02-23T19:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:15:58.647+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>After you have filled this out, tag people and have them do the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage→ Pepsi Max&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Mike&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Katrina&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to → I Wanna - The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice → nope&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on?--&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special?→ nope&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed?→ nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk? --&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: (Same as Sammy)&lt;br /&gt;12. pink&lt;br /&gt;13. white&lt;br /&gt;14. black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends → not gooood friends, but i've met people&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love → no&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried → yes&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you→ no&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were→ i know who they are&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you→ nope&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list→ yes&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life→ all of them&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have→ none&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets → no&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name → i used to, lol&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday→ ate at Lone Star. mmm..steak.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today – 7:30am&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night→ talking to Mike&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for → uni holidays. lol&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father – a minute ago&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → it sounds bad, but i wish i had more money. it's just that i'm absolutely fine with how everything else is&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now → When Did Your Heart Go Missing - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → probably?&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now? i want a new phone but my current phone plan expires in 6 months.. i'm so impatient. :[&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name → Camille&lt;br /&gt;37. Relationship Status → i've been with the same lovely chap for 3.5 years&lt;br /&gt;38. Zodiac sign--&gt; Pisces&lt;br /&gt;39. Male or female→ Female&lt;br /&gt;40. Primary School -&gt; Sacred Heart&lt;br /&gt;41. Middle School → I'm in Australia&lt;br /&gt;42. High school → McAuley&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair colour → as black as an emo's skintight jeans&lt;br /&gt;44. Long or short → longish&lt;br /&gt;45. Height → too short&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you have a crush on someone?--&gt; oh, it is love&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you like about yourself? my ability to laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;48. Piercings → Ears and navel&lt;br /&gt;49. Tattoos → i'd love one&lt;br /&gt;50. Righty or lefty → lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;51. First surgery → i split my forehead open running into the corner of a coffee table when i was like..3&lt;br /&gt;52. First piercing → Ears&lt;br /&gt;53. First tattoo—&gt; none...yet&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined → me? play sport? LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend --&gt; i honestly can't remember that far back :(&lt;br /&gt;56. First pet → ...um.. well my dad had an aquarium&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation remembered --&gt; Philippines&lt;br /&gt;58. First concert → Yellowcard on my 18th birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;59. First crush→ lol not sure&lt;br /&gt;60. First alcoholic drink- for the record, i have never ever finished one glass/bottle (glass bottle?) of any alcoholic beverage. i've only ever had sips. i hate the taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating → nothing&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking → nothing&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm about to → sing along to Teenage Dirtbag (my iTunes is on shuffle)&lt;br /&gt;64. Listening to → um, Teenage Dirtbag&lt;br /&gt;65. Waiting to – eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;66. Want kids?--&gt; no thanks&lt;br /&gt;67. Want to get married?--&gt; that'd be cool&lt;br /&gt;68. Careers in mind?- all i know is that i don't want to be one of those people who says "urgh... work today, i don't want to go to work, i hate work" and other anti-work statements.... oh, and something that pays enough for a roof over my head and new clothes/shoes every week would be nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;69. Lips or eyes → Eyes&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or kisses → Both&lt;br /&gt;71. Shorter or taller → Taller&lt;br /&gt;72. Older or Younger → whatever really&lt;br /&gt;73. Romantic or Spontaneous→ Both&lt;br /&gt;74. Nice stomach or nice arms --&gt; either one&lt;br /&gt;75. Tattoos or piercings—&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;76. Sensitive or loud → sensitive, but i don't want someone with higher estrogen levels than me&lt;br /&gt;77. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship&lt;br /&gt;78. Trouble maker or hesitant→ hesitant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;79. Kissed a stranger → No&lt;br /&gt;80. Drank hard liquor → No&lt;br /&gt;81. Lost glasses/contacts → no&lt;br /&gt;82. Sex on first date → no&lt;br /&gt;83. Broken someone's heart → ...&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your own heart broken → yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested?→ no&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → :D&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → yes&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl – as a friend, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → most of the time&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → yesm&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → not anymore&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus → no lol&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissing on the first date? → lol i've never really been on a real date&lt;br /&gt;95. Angels → yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → yes&lt;br /&gt;97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → no.. Mike is my first boyfriend lol&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever?→ yes&lt;br /&gt;99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? → food&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truth? why not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7430901328136631341?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7430901328136631341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7430901328136631341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-942057297025205084</id><published>2009-02-22T21:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:22:00.130+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>The All American Rejects/Fall Out Boy concert videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Acer Arena, 21st February 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lrhtx5WNC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Girl (American Boy cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVv9uBiuPmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVv9uBiuPmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIOIZA6ai18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Take Over, The Break's Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYDlVRadag0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYDlVRadag0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwBLvYibo9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwBLvYibo9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-942057297025205084?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/942057297025205084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/942057297025205084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-american-rejectsfall-out-boy.html' title='The All American Rejects/Fall Out Boy concert videos'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4779194186138081101</id><published>2009-02-17T10:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:12:45.297+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Things from my childhood</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the rain, the garage was flooded yesterday and move boxes of stuff into the house. We found about ten boxes of toys and realised we need to either give them away or throw them out. Here are some of my oldest, most loved belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnie Mouse puppet:&lt;/span&gt; This is an actual Disney branded toy but it doesn't look very accurate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polly Pocket Tropical Adventure Hut Book thingy:&lt;/span&gt; Remember when Polly Pockets were reeeeally small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/002f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polly Pocket Picnic wrist band:&lt;/span&gt; The plastic band was annoying and really clung to your skin. So much that when you'd take it off (more like peel it off), it'd make a sssshhhh sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/003b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scooby Doo 'recorder':&lt;/span&gt; This was from Wonderland. *wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish watch:&lt;/span&gt; I got this badass watch from Duty Free before I went to The Philippines when I was like, 4. It's filled with water and the fish moved around. Kept me amused for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playskool torch:&lt;/span&gt; I hated being in the dark as a kid... and hm, I actually still hate the dark now. That red button underneath had a sort of nightlight function, and as long as you were still holding onto it, the light would work. Once you let go (i.e. fell asleep), the light would dim and eventually turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darkwing Duck's buddy:&lt;/span&gt; I forgot what his name was. I just remember Darkwing. And Gosling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/007a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/007b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/007c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Merman! Merman!" :&lt;/span&gt; This little thing was part of The Little Mermaid "Babysitter Ariel" set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tickle Me Elmo:&lt;/span&gt; Sucks to be you if you didn't have one of these in the '90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sky Dancer launcher:&lt;/span&gt; I lost the actual Sky Dancer doll. :(  Must have flown over someone's fence. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macquarie Centre Bear:&lt;/span&gt; To be honest, I have no recollection of ever going to Macquarie Centre as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Macarena Gorilla:&lt;/span&gt; This was fun. Clap your hands and you'd set him off. If you haven't figured it out by now, he'd bounce and sing the Macarena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My puppy:&lt;/span&gt; His name was Ben. The way he's all dirty and ruined makes him look like Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler. No, I don't care if you disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first teddy bear:&lt;/span&gt; That triangular patch of white still weirds me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first lunchbox: &lt;/span&gt;Having the alphabet on the back was so convenient. While I was being a loser kindergartener at lunch, I could practise :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/015a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/015b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Kitty &amp;amp; Minnie headbands:&lt;/span&gt; The oldest headbands I own, still in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sailor Moon outfit:&lt;/span&gt; No idea where the doll is :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sailor Moon wand and locket:&lt;/span&gt; Wand from my parents, locket from my uncle. I remember when I got the locket. I was in Toys R Us with my uncle and his girlfriend (now his wife/my aunty) and he said he'd buy me something that was under $30. I saw the $29.95 locket, he said it didn't count and we argued for about ten minutes. I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/019a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/019b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Nostalgia/019c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4779194186138081101?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4779194186138081101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4779194186138081101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-from-my-childhood.html' title='Things from my childhood'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-913262764227050406</id><published>2009-02-17T09:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:40:48.216+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>C is for..</title><content type='html'>RULES: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real.. nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name:&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word:&lt;br /&gt;Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name:&lt;br /&gt;Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name:&lt;br /&gt;Carah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Candlestick Maker (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color:&lt;br /&gt;Crimson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear:&lt;br /&gt;Coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food:&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Cream (as in cold, not as in whipped.. unless you have a fridge next to the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place:&lt;br /&gt;Cairns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late:&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get the c-c-car started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout:&lt;br /&gt;"Cute!" (I really do say that too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title:&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink:&lt;br /&gt;Creaming Soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group:&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal:&lt;br /&gt;Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name:&lt;br /&gt;Chanel St&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car:&lt;br /&gt;Chevrolet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A song title:&lt;br /&gt;Camisado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A verb:&lt;br /&gt;Catch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-913262764227050406?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/913262764227050406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/913262764227050406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/c-is-for.html' title='C is for..'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1828590549797076869</id><published>2009-02-05T23:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:16:18.878+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just a random thought..</title><content type='html'>If I love singing so much, then why don't I have a karaoke machine in my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows where to get a good one, let me know. Preferably one I wont need to buy a bajillion chips or discs for.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1828590549797076869?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1828590549797076869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1828590549797076869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-random-thought.html' title='Just a random thought..'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5556076203207754699</id><published>2009-02-04T11:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:56:21.092+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>25 Random Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>Tag tag tag!! After receiving a couple of these random fact posts from my friends, I thought I'd give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since my job involves customer service, I now have high expectations for anyone who serves me at a counter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to become obsessed with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a big forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Hello Kitty and the colour pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to read the dictionary in primary school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate vegetables and love meat. Sorry, PETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn Auslan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a fuckin' bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day I will own a puppy (maybe a Lab) and I shall name him Guillermo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE when people wear leggings as pants and halter bikini tops as bras.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm terribly unfit and almost always out of breath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared to drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to interrupt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since discovering skinny jeans, I can no longer wear any other kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a history of knocking things before I try them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once hated being Asian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate cold weather! I wish I could leave Sydney every winter to holiday in another part of the world where it is summer.. I'd never have to wear a jacket ever again :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People always think I'm bored or upset, but that's just how my face is. Believe me, I'd look pretty fucking odd if I was grinning ALL THE TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate getting older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know I can't live with my parents forever, but the thought of having to get a real job, live in my own place and pay my own bills terrifies me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate bugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think babies are cute... but I don't want children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love myself. (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My navel piercing is a bit crooked but it's too late to do something about it now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5556076203207754699?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5556076203207754699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5556076203207754699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-facts-about-me.html' title='25 Random Facts About Me'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7730800391896501783</id><published>2009-02-02T00:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:52:20.121+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian Open'/><title type='text'>Notes on the Australian Open of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest dickhead award:&lt;/span&gt; tie between Andy Roddick (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what have you got against umpires?&lt;/span&gt;) and Arnaud Clement (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;towel snatching asshole&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Oh well..it's okay honey, you tried':&lt;/span&gt; Dinara Safina, defeated by Serena Williams in less than an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Hey, nice comeback':&lt;/span&gt; Jelena Dokic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Could you stop victoriously falling to the ground like that? You're gonna crack your skull.':&lt;/span&gt; Rafael Nadal&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'OWWWW':&lt;/span&gt; Ballguy who got hit in the 'crotchal region'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most distracting pants:&lt;/span&gt; Nadal's spotted shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Well, thank GOD I don't have work at 9am':&lt;/span&gt; Nadal/Verdasco match- began on Friday night, 7:30pm and ended Saturday, 1:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Shit, dude, if I hear that song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; more time...':&lt;/span&gt; Gabriella Cilmi performed Sweet About Me before the men's final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Uh.. sorry, man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; close':&lt;/span&gt; Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Aw, stop it, now you're making ME cry':&lt;/span&gt; Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Had some work done?'&lt;/span&gt;: Sandy Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'With that accent, I could listen to you speak allllll day':&lt;/span&gt; Rafael Nadal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7730800391896501783?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7730800391896501783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7730800391896501783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/notes-on-australian-open-of-2009.html' title='Notes on the Australian Open of 2009'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1813996467164607909</id><published>2009-01-26T16:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:34:01.181+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Australia Day today. It's almost 4:15pm and I've stayed home all day. All I've done is eat and go online. I logged onto YouTube and had myself a nice nostalgic 90s (alliteration, woo!) marathon. I watched an episode of Family Matters (the one where Steve Urkel turns into Stefan Urquelle) and various clips of Rocko's Modern Life, Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy, Dinosaurs and Rugrats. *sigh* Those were the days. I also watched some early 2000 music videos. I watched some good ol' N*SYNC clips and was horrified at what I could remember. The lyrics, the dancemoves (not that I ever tried.. good God, no), how Justin lands on the ground in Bye Bye Bye and he looks up and goes 'heh heh'.. and LOL at Justin's stupid hair. I wonder if he ever watches those videos, cringing at how he used to look and sound. I remember (back in the days when I used to type my MSN display names ~*like this*~) Lance was my favourite. I'm still feeling second-hand embarrassment for On The Line..what a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go watch that Party Posse episode of The Simpsons... word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1813996467164607909?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1813996467164607909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1813996467164607909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-australia-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1863201468849590108</id><published>2009-01-21T11:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:36:35.793+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3 this morning to watch the inauguration of Barack Obama live. Even though I'm not an American, I dunno.. it was still so exciting. Watching Barack give a speech is awesome.. and I loved Aretha's hat, lol. Her voice, not so much. She must've had a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to be a godmother! To my little cousin Isabella. I suspect my uncle and aunt were running out of possible godparents, since they've already baptised two daughters :P  But whatever- they've still chosen me over someone else, so it's great. Now... what to wear to the christening? Hooray, a valid reason to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought a Casio Baby-G because lately I've been quite sick of having to whip out my phone or ask other people for the time. I'm pretty sure the last time I wore a Baby-G was in sixth grade, about ten years ago. (!!!) I remember that watch. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it. My parents bought it for me one night when we were browsing the shops around Sydney Harbour. It was light blue, with a cloth wriststrap and it was from the 'Witchy' collection. It was the maddest watch ever. It had a daily horoscope function to tell you what kind of day you'd have, and the result would be a picture of an animal. A turtle would be a slow day. A crab would indicate a very good day. Another mode would have you ask a question, and it would answer either yes or no. Kind of like a magic 8 ball. It would be fun to own that watch again, but I'm turning 21 this year and it calls for a more mature timepiece. So I chose one from the Sweet Poison collection. I chose &lt;a href="http://www.casio-intl.com/wat/baby_g/sp/bg1220_bg1221.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, the one with the white face. I think it's gorgeous. The smooth white resin wristband makes it stylish, but it's digital so it still has a slight casual feel. The 200M water resistant claim is quite impressive, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Slumdog Millionaire and it was amazing. This film deserves every single award and nomination it gets. I really want to see Role Models. I watched Zack and Miri (I refuse to call it by its full title) and that was pretty funny and better than I expected. Bolt was also surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB, gonna watch the latest episodes of How I Met Your Mother and Gossip Girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1863201468849590108?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1863201468849590108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1863201468849590108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-at-3-this-morning-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-205557390583246490</id><published>2008-12-31T21:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:21:59.278+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>How I'll Remember 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Sparro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Times At Barrington High&lt;/span&gt; (The Academy Is...)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty. Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Panic! at the Disco)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Folie a Deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Fall Out Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Shake It" by Metro Station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Electric Feel" by MGMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Crush" by David Archuleta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Spiralling" by Keane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sweet About Me" by Gabriella Cilmi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Strangers" by Van She&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Viva La Vida" by Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"See You Again" by Miley Cyrus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Always Be My Baby" by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kings of Leon and Paramore go mainstream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panic! At The Disco and The Academy Is... at Acer Arena (August)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Reach Out" a.k.a Hilary Duff's epic fail at trying to be sexy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney Spears' comeback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dexter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So You Think You Can Dance Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end of Big Brother Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Kath and Kim (epic fail)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new 90210 (*facepalm*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enchanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horton Hears A Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex and the City: The Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wall-E&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The House Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;News/Misc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;RIP Heath Ledger, Isaac Hayes, Bernie Mac and Estelle Getty :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beijing Olympic Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOLing at Sarah Palin (and Tina Fey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight (...those fangirls seriously weird me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World Youth Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RickRolling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still WTFing at Bronx Mowgli Wentz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tights as pants  D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The alleged poo in ice cream scandal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britt Lapthorne :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josef Fritzl (*throws up*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-205557390583246490?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/205557390583246490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/205557390583246490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-ill-remember-2008.html' title='How I&apos;ll Remember 2008'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-8547990573186600615</id><published>2008-12-26T20:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:13:12.183+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas. Oh, Christmas.. we get so excited about you months and months in advance.. yet you arrive quickly and after one day, you're over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I spent Christmas at my house this year, and it was fun. We used to live in an apartment and we very rarely invited people over because there weren't enough square feet to accommodate more than 4 people at a time. (Okay, I'm exaggerating.) It was great because aaall my relatives from my mom's side came over- my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. There's nothing like preparing your house, doing last minute cleaning (i.e. vacuuming like crazy, making your bathrooms presentable and running around hiding things under your bed), then waiting at your front door and watching everyone arrive, family by family. But the best part is watching everyone laugh and have fun while being at &lt;u&gt;your house&lt;/u&gt;. The night consisted of lots of food, dessert and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guitar Hero: World Tour&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes, I plugged my wii in and we started playing at about 6pm.. and turned it off at about 11:30. I think I must have heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eye of The Tiger&lt;/span&gt; at least 40 times last night. Everyone had a go, even my (colourblind) grandpa. He was surprisingly better at the drums than me. I can't even complete one minute of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to bed at 1am, and woke at 11. Mike bought me the season 1 boxset of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monkees&lt;/span&gt; and I watched the first disc today. Knock it all you want, I don't care. I love it. Same goes for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Strangers&lt;/span&gt;, which I found at JB Hi-Fi for $16! Now I'm just waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome Back, Kotter&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to check out the Boxing Day sales today but I really could not be bothered leaving the house. I do hope there's still some good stuff in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying my holidays. So far, I've spent most of the time watching tv shows on my laptop. I've just started watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; (Josh Schwartz, you are amazing) and I've almost finished the first season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I know- but better late than never. I'm rather upset that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt; was cancelled. It's quite disturbing to know that quality shows are being flushed down the toilet while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two and a Half Men&lt;/span&gt; is in its sixth (?) season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my holidays so much that I kind of don't want to go back to uni. I don't even know what units to do next semester! I was planning on majoring in Cultural Studies, but on second thought, I didn't really enjoy those classes that much. I really loved Linguistics, but job opportunities are there for grammarians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed lots of my friends have been joining &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; fangroups. Yeah I'm still not buying into that sparkly vampire shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-8547990573186600615?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8547990573186600615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8547990573186600615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-everyone-had-lovely-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4891658518985216863</id><published>2008-12-17T20:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:45:35.673+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really can't believe Christmas is just one week away. Actually, scratch that- I can't believe 2009 is almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year went by so quickly that I keep stopping to recap what I actually did this year. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my first year of uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned to speak Spanish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out Anthropology wasn't as exciting as I had thought. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined the '10 years to 30' club. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coloured my hair pink, red and purple. One colour at a time, of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut my hair the shortest it had been since I was like, 10. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated my 3-year anniversary with my awesome boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought wii fit with the intention of using it everyday. Used it religiously for a week, and afterwards only used it on the odd day when I had nothing else to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovered that I didn't need pricey branded products like ProActiv- simple, inexpensive papaya soap was the answer to my skin problems. And all this time, it had been in every Asian store for no more than $3 a bar. Damn it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovered the awesomeness of Lucas Papaw Ointment. Papayas.. is there anything they can't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Panic! At The Disco (I don't give a rat's ass if they don't use the exclamation anymore)&lt;br /&gt;and The Academy Is... at Acer Arena.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated with my friends as most of them turned 21.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put away my 4-year-old iPod, Arthur, and upgraded to the new iPod touch, which I named William.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought numerous pairs of shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought my first piece of Tiffany and Co. jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wasted yet another year of my L's and clocked up ZERO hours of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Said goodbye to my home of over ten years, and moved into a brand new townhouse in a different suburb. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised I took the frequency of services at my old train station for granted, and had to get used to one train every half hour. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought Guitar Hero World Tour and discovered what the fuss was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited relatives in Melbourne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not much.. but who cares. 2008 seriously has flown by. Let's hope 2009 is even better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4891658518985216863?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4891658518985216863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4891658518985216863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-cant-believe-christmas-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-8541727378640491408</id><published>2008-12-12T11:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:16:02.154+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Last weekend...</title><content type='html'>I went to Melbourne to visit relatives and attend the christening of my mom's nephew, RJ. Does that make him my second-cousin? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Melbourne was great. I just wish it could have been warmer. We arrived on Saturday afternoon and left on Monday morning, and it was about 20-22 degrees celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had been telling me about the great shopping and to be honest, it was what I was most excited about. Unfortunately, since my stay was so short, I only got to visit DFO Essendon. Not too disappointed though! The Essendon one is so much better than the one we have here in Homebush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana Ferrari peeptoe slingback heels (size 5.5..yesss!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lee Riders low rise super skinny jeans (I love these so much, I bought a pair in another colour) from Just Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two singlets (including one with vinyl records printed all over it, LOVE LOVE LOVE) and a cardigan from JayJays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two pairs of shorts (size 12 kids, lol) from the True Alliance outlet in Fitzroy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yes. I had a good time. I just wish I could have stayed longer, to go to the city and check out the sights.. I really wanted to see that Eureka Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to Fall Out Boy's new album, Folie à Deux, yesterday. I love it. Especially Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet (don't FOB know that my brain and my fingers are getting sooo tired thinking of and typing out those damn song titles?), I Don't Care and She's My Winona. The album was available at JB Hi-Fi yesterday, but the US release date is the 16th of this month. How odd. While I was there, I saw the soundtrack for Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and a poster that said 'Coming to cinemas, March 2009'. Why do I have to wait that long?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-8541727378640491408?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8541727378640491408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8541727378640491408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend...'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5327746242396125202</id><published>2008-11-20T19:44:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:49:20.727+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino stuff'/><title type='text'>YOU MUST TRY TO IGNOR DAT EET MINS MOR DAN DAT</title><content type='html'>LOL WTF is this shit? Stop fucking gyrating and singing songs about love (or not..uh anyways), you're six years old. Fast forward to 0:38 for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6H8ai8xpQTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6H8ai8xpQTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5327746242396125202?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5327746242396125202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5327746242396125202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-must-try-to-ignor-dat-eet-mins-mor.html' title='YOU MUST TRY TO IGNOR DAT EET MINS MOR DAN DAT'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-9057158978240837561</id><published>2008-11-03T22:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:11:59.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleonnn</title><content type='html'>You come and gooo...you come and gooo-oh-oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Anyways. I've moved! And this new house is wonderful. I'm so glad we found a place that no one had lived in before. Only trouble is that it's so new, we're all paranoid about making a mess and we vacuum every carpet and tile, and wipe every surface as soon as we notice a speck. Half my stuff is still in storage, but I actually think I could live without it. I'm doing fine with my clothing, my handbags and my uni stuff. Maybe I should organise a garage sale, or just sell those sealed boxes because I cbf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my uni semester is nigh. I only have two exams, and one is on a Saturday. The people in the linguistics department are fucking sadists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a spare $2500, I'd really like a new Macbook. My current laptop takes fucking forever to load and it doesn't even load half the programs in the taskbar. Seriously. The volume thingy doesn't even show up unless I open up the Control Panel. Urrrrgggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says we might be going to Melbourne next month and if so, I can't friggin wait. She says the shopping in Melbourne is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go. I have a Spanish quiz tomorrow.. ¡Noooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-9057158978240837561?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/9057158978240837561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/9057158978240837561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/11/karma-karma-karma-karma-karma.html' title='Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleonnn'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4879367599252610227</id><published>2008-10-02T16:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:02:06.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hair = Forever Young</title><content type='html'>I just logged on and checked when I posted my last blog, and HOLY CRAP- August 25th?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened, though. I'm currently near the end of my mid-semester break from uni. Two weeks seriously go by sooooo quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, forget the bit where I said nothing much has happened- I bought a new iPod touch! I was a bit annoyed that Apple didn't increase the capacity with the new models, but whatever, I'm happy with my 32GB baby. Arthur really is old (4 years old, if I'm not mistaken) and life with a nice colour touchscreen video-capable iPod is wonderful. I really love the external volume controls, the wi-fi connectivity and the cool apps. I've named my iPod William (after William Beckett, hahaha) and even if I'll never hook up with his namesake, at least I can be sure iPod William and I will have many good times together.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is HOT! YES!! Not quite sweltering yet, but being in the mid-20s to almost 30 degrees is fan-freaking-tastic. Singlets, shorts and Havaianas- oh how I've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's cousin Claire (who is about my age and thus I would rather refer to her as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; cousin) and her family have invited me to spend Christmas and New Year's at her place. You're probably thinking, 'yeah so what?', but get this. Her place is in Texas. And she's planning to take me to New York too. It's such a wonderful and thoughtful offer that I really couldn't believe it when she asked. It'll be odd though, to board a plane and leave my most favourite season, technically go back a day or so and arrive in a country that will be in my least favourite season. Oh well, a white Christmas can't be that bad. The thought of travelling on my own weirds me out a bit. I'm going to miss my family, friends, Mike... And what will I do on the plane by myself? LOL, maybe I should worry about these things once everything's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm procrastinating again. I have two essays due (one for Linguistics and one for Sociology *dies*) and a Spanish quiz to study for. Urrrrrrrrgh. The quiz is next Tuesday and the essays are due next Friday, so I think I still have a day to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of William, I can't say I've bought anything worthy of note lately.. Got a copy of Choke by Chuck Palahniuk off eBay for $16 yesterday.. That's about it. *shrugs* I need to buy more shoes. Okay okay- not so much a need, but you know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hm...what else to say... I've got a strange addiction to Twix Pods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, shoot me if I ever end up looking like &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2008/03/29/scene_wideweb__470x313,0.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4879367599252610227?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4879367599252610227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4879367599252610227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/10/summer-hair-forever-young.html' title='Summer Hair = Forever Young'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1aDXh2eLHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time To Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlDke9VIj9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlDke9VIj9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad As Rabbits + Outro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4mo3OlsucM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4mo3OlsucM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and Gabe Saporta's Happy Dance&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3PYLe4rEWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3PYLe4rEWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5186812331999649400?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5186812331999649400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5186812331999649400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/08/concert-videos-cobra-starship-academy.html' title='Concert Videos: Cobra Starship, The Academy Is... and Panic at the Disco'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5213710675082258299</id><published>2008-08-24T20:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:14:09.642+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*picks up apple*&lt;/span&gt; "Is this a Fuji?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian store owner:&lt;/span&gt; "....is apple."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5213710675082258299?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5213710675082258299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5213710675082258299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of The Week'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7870538218860873936</id><published>2008-08-10T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:08:00.688+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Woo! Nice weekend.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a good one, because I actually did stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to my good friend Christine's 21st birthday dinner. It was so nice to catch up and see some friends I haven't seen since 2005. Interesting nursing stories were thrown around, including one about an old person with a fudgie in their hand, and another about a "gangrenous penis". Theresa amused me greatly by adding a cheesy seafood vol au vent to her dessert plate, and downing two cups of hot water.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good retail therapy experience today. I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two dresses from some Asian boutique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Esprit sweater (from $80 down to $40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Myer kids cardigan (yes, I fit in them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1837 Tiffany and Co ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm glad I now have two options when it comes to what to wear to my friend Karen's party. I was looking in Myer and David Jones, and everything was either not available in size 6 or out of my budget. In David Jones, I saw this black ruffled dress that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;, and my heart sank when I looked at the tag- it was an Akira Isogawa and it was $1099. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still revelling at my first Tiffany and Co. Ahh...it's so shiny. The Tiffany store is awesome. If I could, I'd buy one of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I still hate Winter. I hate the cold, the rain and how the wind makes me feel ten times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my dad heard the neighbors screwing last night. If I hear them tonight, I'm going to march up to their door, knock and tell them to shut the hell up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7870538218860873936?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7870538218860873936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7870538218860873936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/08/woo-nice-weekend.html' title='Woo! Nice weekend.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6246603325631473557</id><published>2008-08-05T21:19:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:38:50.787+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Weirdest Spam Emails Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Dania Eneida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "No Study! Buy University D1ploma/Degree/Bacheloor/MBAa/PhDd &amp;amp; Deliver to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "It cost you NOTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. All this time I've been wasting at Macquarie.. when I could get my "Bacheloor" for "NOTHING!"  And why on Earth didn't my GP stay at medical school to achieve a "PhDd" instead of just a PhD? Come on, doc.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Selmeczki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "Son Stabbed To Death, Mother Injured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "Boy kills cats and eats them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Well that was an interesting segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: &lt;/span&gt;"Looman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "Britney Spears Announces Third Pregnancy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "You are given a warning letter from the IT department"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a name like Looman, he ought to be a plumber. I think I'll be contacting the "IT department" to tell them about the shit (heh) that Loo is flooding (heh heh) everyone's inboxes with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Doucette"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "Anne Hathaway dairies seized by FBI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "X-Files set to open with bigger success than Dark Knight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How on Earth did the FBI fit all those cows into their evidence lockers? And a movie bigger than The Dark Knight? Puh-lease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Dyke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "Spongebob Denies Reports That He's Gay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "Gay Men Perceive Each Other As Homophobic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...LOL.  Just....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Futoma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; "Your bank information may be compromised"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet:&lt;/span&gt; "Look at him, such good looks make him popular with the girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh...okay buddy, are you going to help me with my banking security or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/2677204796892681600-6246603325631473557?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6246603325631473557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6246603325631473557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/08/weirdest-spam-emails-ever.html' title='Weirdest Spam Emails Ever'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4808686230055711177</id><published>2008-08-01T10:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:21:17.051+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to uni next Tuesday. It sucks that internet time will be classified as 'procrastinating', as of next week. I'm feeling so lazy and unmotivated. I don't wanna go baaaack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed waking up at 8:30am, wasting all my time on YouTube and the Vogue forums, and watching The Morning Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bandwidth has been shaped, damn it. So I'm gonna have to wait an hour for this Gossip Girl episode to load. I wish Gossip Girl was on free-to-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a bit of retail therapy yesterday. I bought a little surprise for Katrina, a PAC-MAN belt for Mike and a scratch-n-sniff PEZ shirt and plaid shirtdress for me.. and that was just on eBay. I really like the clothes from Target now- I got a nice black satiny white-polka dotted shirt and a striped long-sleeve henley that reminds my mom of Beetlejuice. I also got a cute pair of Free Fusion denim shorts. Bought them full price, but at $30 I honestly don't mind. And finally, I got two Beatles shirts from the Virgin Music section of Myer for...$10! Yes, $10 for both! Thanks to my 50% Pulse discount. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the RRP on the tags (under the 'reduced to $9.99' sticker) was $39.99 each. It's not so much that I'm a bargain hunter.. the bargains just seem to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I dropped my sister off to school, the weather was sunny and beautiful. Now it's cold, dark and windy again. Only one month of Winter to go.. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when will someone invent an umbrella that won't flip over in the wind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4808686230055711177?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4808686230055711177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4808686230055711177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-uni-next-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6937814594725143156</id><published>2008-07-23T11:20:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:50:10.351+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Can you feel it... (8)</title><content type='html'>Damn it, that ad is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So many bloody scarves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that I'll be voting (well, in my mind anyway.. I'm not actually going to spend any money on votes.. 4 votes = 1 bag of Strawberries and Cream, TYVM)  for the guy who sings third. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The whooole world's coming together nowww"&lt;/span&gt;, that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pale girl with pretty much WHITE HAIR and Ronald McDonald Red lippy freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bespectacled redhead (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"all the colours of the world should beee"&lt;/span&gt;) reminds me of Clay Aiken. The guy who sings after him kind of looks like a tool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the really cute young kid (woah okay, that sounded kind of pedo) but I'm wondering what he sounds like singing a whole song on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoo!" guy amuses me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O HAI Token Asian! Girl next to him sounds like she's singing "can you feel it in your baaaaallsss". Both make amusing faces. When I sing, I don't think I make weird faces until I play it back or watch myself sing in the mirror. I look like I'm having a hernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ad is effective and I'm glad no one's caring about that lameass Natalie Gauci anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Aus Idol 08   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aioqDBn-2ws"&gt;Linky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6937814594725143156?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6937814594725143156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6937814594725143156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-you-feel-it-8.html' title='Can you feel it... (8)'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5411481822352772517</id><published>2008-07-20T20:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:48:06.467+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>In support of World Youth Day and Troy Critchley</title><content type='html'>I didn't actually go to any of the events this week, but what I saw on TV was just lovely... it makes me wish I had participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disgusted by the anti-Catholic groups though. I'm talking to you, all of you who marched, handed out rubbers and chanted "The Pope is wrong - put a condom on". Sure you don't agree with the Church's views, but it doesn't mean you need to make a mockery of the Catholic faith and deface images of the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the Pope apologised to the victims of sexual abuse. I hope those lecherous asshole priests burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of assholes! I hate the idiotic people who are calling Troy Critchley a 'murderer'. Charged with multiple counts of homicide over a fucking accident! FUCK, no one told you to stand there. You dumbasses made the choice to stand there with your dumbass kids. You knew there was no barrier. And it was a charity event, for fuck's sake. Do you really think Troy's intention was to kill you all? FUCKING HELL. I think I'm pretty stupid, but some people just fucking amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5411481822352772517?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5411481822352772517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5411481822352772517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-support-of-world-youth-day-and-troy.html' title='In support of World Youth Day and Troy Critchley'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3701713141011238599</id><published>2008-07-18T11:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:30:20.875+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>This week I was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not bothered to go out. I believe I have spent less than an hour outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amused that on Getaway, Natalie Gruzlewski picked up a knock-off Coach bag and said "Prada".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gagging while watching Eat To Save Your Life. Gunther von Hagens is amazing though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slowly reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Honestly, it's not as 'unputdownable' as I thought it'd be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grossed out by Two and a Half Men. It's not funny and I shudder at all the blatant sexual references. It's fucking 7pm. Little kids are still awake. Axe that shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appalled that Numbers is still on. WTF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pleased to see that Michael C. Hall earned an Emmy nomination. He deserves to win. I don't love James Spader anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondering what to do with my tax refund. I've now decided I shall get my teeth whitened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opening and closing my fridge and cupboards, expecting food to magically appear. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3701713141011238599?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3701713141011238599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3701713141011238599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week-i-was.html' title='This week I was...'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3430797638855172745</id><published>2008-07-10T11:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:45:34.341+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been more than a year since I got my learner's licence, and I've only just decided to take up driving lessons. So my goal today is to get as many quotes as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much that I'm lazy. I just keep forgetting. And I'm damn scared. Petrified, even. To have the responsibility, to be in control of a big lug of metal that could injure or kill someone. Aaaah! So yes, once I start driving, stay off the footpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wii fitted for the first time in about a week today. My trainer got a haircut and new fringe.. I thought that was cute. I completed a good, much needed crocodile twist. I could really hear the cracks. I also clocked up 10 hours of activity! My piggy bank turned gold, and I was so proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I want a Macbook Pro. The laptop I have now still works (bar the battery issues), but whatever. MBP is my new dream. My $2500 dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3430797638855172745?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3430797638855172745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3430797638855172745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-more-than-year-since-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5685780965796066747</id><published>2008-07-06T21:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:46:04.436+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>LOLhat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RWpyzLoM3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RWpyzLoM3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5685780965796066747?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5685780965796066747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5685780965796066747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/lolhat.html' title='LOLhat'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-8709336276644256048</id><published>2008-07-03T16:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:32:35.837+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammar'/><title type='text'>Camaflarge ≠ Camouflage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Grammar/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bogan is that spelling? Camaflaaaaarge. Oi, Cooorey, gimme moi jackit. The rooly noice camaflaaaaarge one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-8709336276644256048?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8709336276644256048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8709336276644256048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/camaflarge-camouflage.html' title='Camaflarge ≠ Camouflage'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1867720060381752305</id><published>2008-06-29T20:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:11:47.048+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>50 THINGS YOU DIDNT KNOW ABOUT ME UNTIL YOU READ THIS</title><content type='html'>1, What color is your toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, Name three people that made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;Tiana, Azzi and Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,What were you doing at 8 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, What were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Eating Kettle chips and thinking 'hmm, Honey Baked Ham doesn't taste like it used to.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, What is your favorite candy bar?&lt;br /&gt;Love Picnic but haven't had one in aaages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7, What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;...I dunno. Probably 'yes' or 'okay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Road (Baskin Robbins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Orange Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Kettle chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;br /&gt;I bought 4 shirts the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13, The last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Plain buttersalt is fine, if you're asking for fancy schamancy Kernels, then get me some cheddar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, Who is the last person you sent a message on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I'm a facebooker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16, Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Um.. not real camp. Just high school retreat 'camp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17, Do you take vitamins daily?&lt;br /&gt;...just orange Metamucil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, Do you go to church every Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not when I start work at 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19, Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually using a whitening soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20, Do you like Chinese food over pizza?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21, Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. The one drink I can't...drink with a straw is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, What did your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Just a message from work inviting me to come in... even though I was there the whole day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23, What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25, Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;My bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26, What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my mom's watch and it's gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27, what do you think of when your here in Australia?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. (Except maybe in a nice house on the harbour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28, What is your birthstone?&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29, Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;br /&gt;I go in if my parents force me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30, What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;..don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31,Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32, Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;I worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33, How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34, Biggest annoyance that other people do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh sooo many. Expecting me to be able to read minds is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35, Last song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Franklin - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Sing it-&lt;br /&gt;And when we get hooome.. I know we wont be home at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36,Can you say the alphabet backwards&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37, Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38, Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Black Chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39, Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. People who are wealthy.. beautiful.. liked by everyone.. people who are patient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40, Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41, Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42, Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43, What do you usually do during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44, Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45, Do you use the word "hello" daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. actually, no. More of a "hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46, What colour is your car?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47, Do you like cats?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, especially the ones on Lolcats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49,Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50, How did you get your worst scar?&lt;br /&gt;Idiot doctor scheduled me for surgery when all I needed was a root canal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1867720060381752305?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1867720060381752305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1867720060381752305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-things-you-didnt-know-about-me-until.html' title='50 THINGS YOU DIDNT KNOW ABOUT ME UNTIL YOU READ THIS'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7283139293930802110</id><published>2008-06-27T21:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:24:34.027+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>iz-quay</title><content type='html'>- Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When will you next kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;dunno, i'm not PsYcHiC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you find girls/guys with facial piercings attractive?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...okay okay, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you saw snow?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who was the last person to insult you to your face?&lt;br /&gt;my sister. i'll comment on her maths skills, and she'll say something like 'at least i don't have pimples!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Has anyone ever tried to shove their religion in your face?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who was the last person you sat next to?&lt;br /&gt;sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;my lip is sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;yes. but people never notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you prefer an ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;meh whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;past my shoulders. i was going to get a haircut, but Hairhouse Warehouse told me it was $35 (level 1) and $40 (level 5), and that doesn't include a blowdry! a haircut plus blowdry is $55. FUCK YOU, I'LL BUY MY OWN SCISSORS AND CUT IT MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last person that hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who do you dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;whoever does the pricing at Hairhouse Warehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss something/someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your heart is racing, who are you standing next to?&lt;br /&gt;...someone with a gun pointed at my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Something you hate more than anything?&lt;br /&gt;people who are assholes for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is tomorrow going to be a good day/night?&lt;br /&gt;dunno. i know it'll be busy, but the roster says i'll be working with nice people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you rather get up early or sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to get up early, but i usually sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you wearing anything?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you paranoid about something?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wanting to tell someone something?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you think about toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;omg they were so IN back in year 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do with five million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;buy two houses (one for me, one for my parents), get some driving lessons and buy a car, give some money to my parents and shop every day for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you rather watch a romantic movie or a really gory one?&lt;br /&gt;romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you had to live off one type of fruit, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;(tinned) jackfruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are some of your nervous habits?&lt;br /&gt;adjusting my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you like someone and they don't know about it, are you the type who wants to tell them, or waits for them to make a move first?&lt;br /&gt;i'd want to, but wait first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does it annoy you when people say their heart is "broken" into a thousand pieces?&lt;br /&gt;no one i know has ever said it, but it's a pretty lame thing to say. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7283139293930802110?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7283139293930802110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7283139293930802110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/iz-quay.html' title='iz-quay'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6223705395006556078</id><published>2008-06-26T12:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.841+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Trying to be a bookworm again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Pleasure: An Almanac For The Heart, by Nikki Gemmell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Almost two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; QBD Bookshop, Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Was $25, bought it for $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; There aren't many $8 books these days. To think, I was soooo close to buying this full price a couple of months ago, when I didn't even have time to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6223705395006556078?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6223705395006556078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6223705395006556078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/trying-to-be-bookworm-again.html' title='Trying to be a bookworm again.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4884182692584231667</id><published>2008-06-26T11:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.842+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>*evil laugh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/024a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Princess Highway Devil hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Myer, Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Was $60, bought for $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; You can never have too many hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/024b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4884182692584231667?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4884182692584231667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4884182692584231667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/evil-laugh.html' title='*evil laugh*'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7776426182809310805</id><published>2008-06-26T11:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.843+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Yeah I know it needs an iron. Shut up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Review dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Must have been more than a month ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Myer, Macquarie Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure it was originally $179, and I bought it for $19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; It's a size 6, which I can neeeever find. And who can just put a $19 (90% off) dress back on the rack?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7776426182809310805?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7776426182809310805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7776426182809310805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-i-know-it-needs-iron-shut-up.html' title='Yeah I know it needs an iron. Shut up.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3170622320717814474</id><published>2008-06-26T11:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.843+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Target has become so much nicer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/022a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Zac Posen pleated skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Target, Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Originally $129.99, reduced to $59.99, bought for $45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I needed a black skirt. And I dunno, the Zac Posen thing probably had something to do with it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/022b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3170622320717814474?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3170622320717814474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3170622320717814474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-zac-posen-pleated-skirt-when-last.html' title='Target has become so much nicer.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7094622616969853458</id><published>2008-06-26T11:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.844+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I must have the smallest 20-year old feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/021a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Two pairs of Fiorucci flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Myer, Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; $19 each, originally $29.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Myer Mid-year stocktake sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/021b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/021c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7094622616969853458?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7094622616969853458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7094622616969853458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-have-smallest-20-year-old-feet.html' title='I must have the smallest 20-year old feet.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4247565811144415553</id><published>2008-06-26T11:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:28:28.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>9 pairs of earrings,  but only 2 ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; 9 pairs of heart-shaped earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Diva, Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Originally $9.95, reduced to $5, bought for $3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Diva 'Nothing Over $5' sale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4247565811144415553?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4247565811144415553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4247565811144415553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-pairs-of-earrings-but-only-2-ears.html' title='9 pairs of earrings,  but only 2 ears'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6447384815792398141</id><published>2008-06-26T10:39:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:08:39.304+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Wooooooo.</title><content type='html'>My holidays have been great so far. I really wish I was still able to wake up early though. I hate when the alarm goes off and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I don't really have to get up, so I just snooze for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have time, I've been playing wii fit a bit more. When I turned the wii on on Monday, it told me that I hadn't played for 12 days. Yikes. I want my flat stomach back. Apparently it's best to eat lots for breakfast, a bit less for lunch and then just a bit for dinner. I am so not used to that. My breakfast is usually tiny and I stuff myself at dinnertime. Oh well, I'll see how I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl wearing leggings and Havaianas today. Not footless leggings either, the ones that stretch and grip underneath the heel so they don't ride up. WTF is wrong with you. I feel like lending you some pants and flats. It's fucking cold, you idiot. This isn't the first time you've done it either. I've seen you before, don't think I didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe needs a trim, but I'm wondering whether or not I should get a haircut. I don't want to risk accentuating my fat face, but then long hair is so unmanageable. And hair &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; grow back. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for payday tomorrow. $250 a fortnight isn't that much, but it's enough to buy a bag, a top, a jacket or set of earrings. Or all four, if you know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah! That reminds me. I haven't posted my recent Good Buys. Okay, I'll do that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6447384815792398141?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6447384815792398141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6447384815792398141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-holidays-have-been-great-so-far.html' title='Wooooooo.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-812309966226629485</id><published>2008-06-25T12:09:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:38:59.343+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Junk Food I Remember From My Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDonald's Mexican shaker fries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruffles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bubble Tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muncheros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push-Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tou-Can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubba Bubba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruitbat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graverobbers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vice Versa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monaco Bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take-5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paddle Pop (70c back then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moo Choos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milky Way Lucky Dip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samboy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ikea Ginger Snaps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate cigarettes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fads (or were they fags?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thickshake ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dig-its&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zooper Doopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny Face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tasty Toobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wobble Gobble juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiley-faced salami&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ferrero Rondos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinder Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-812309966226629485?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/812309966226629485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/812309966226629485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/junk-food-i-remember-from-my-childhood.html' title='Junk Food I Remember From My Childhood'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6697473661137165614</id><published>2008-06-20T21:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:10:42.142+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aw yer, I want some boots too. I want well-made ones but. I don't want ones that are made in Choyyyna. [friend points out her boots were only $80 or something] Are they made in Choyyyna? Yeah I bet they're made in Choyyyna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yobbo-sounding yet normal-looking girl in the library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6697473661137165614?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6697473661137165614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6697473661137165614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2009198956117617746</id><published>2008-06-20T20:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:48:02.598+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH.</title><content type='html'>Exam day is over. It's a wonderful feeling, but I'm not really used to it. I mean, it's so weird to not have anything to worry about. It's weird to know that my semester grades are now out of my hands, there's nothing more I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried my stomach would grumble during the exam (as it usually does in quiet rooms) but it behaved. For my anthropology exam, we were told to answer five out of the fifteen questions on the sheet, and THANK GOD the five topics I did study were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah. So yes, here I am, not quite sure what to do now. I'm saying "this is great, glad it's over, next time I'm going to study more so I'm prepared and not freaking out like this again"... but I think we all know how I'll end up.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2009198956117617746?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2009198956117617746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2009198956117617746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.html' title='YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5925170068125864615</id><published>2008-06-19T13:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:51:22.581+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Reasons I must pass my exams tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To not disappoint my parents. This is, after all, my second attempt at uni and I'd better not mess it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To not waste money. These books are around $50 each and I'm planning to sell them in good condition, not use them again because I failed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To not waste time. I already hated Anthro and Linguistics the first time, I don't want to have to do them again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I redo the units, I'll have to graduate a bit later. (Heh, if I even get there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sure it's going to screw my GPA somehow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already went through how many hours of lectures and tutes. I don't want that to all go to waste when I could have been doing other things (read: shopping or sleeping) instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Shit. Okay. I'm going to go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5925170068125864615?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5925170068125864615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5925170068125864615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/reasons-i-must-pass-my-exams-tomorrow.html' title='Reasons I must pass my exams tomorrow'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5497194144862309428</id><published>2008-06-12T21:57:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:24:31.487+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>Oh the flaaame treeees will bliiiind the weeeary driver (8)</title><content type='html'>I finally handed in my bastard 2000word Cultural Studies essay today. Ahhh. Now all I have to do is study for Anthro and Linguistics. It will be FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I renewed my travel concession card, because the one I had was due to expire at the end of the month. After I signed the form and handed it to the bitch at the counter, she handed my card back and all she said was "that's it". Fuck you, cunt. Take some customer service classes. You are not better than me. Everyone else who works at uni is lovely and well-mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and just my opinion, but the worst kind of people are those who are ugly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; bitchy. Seriously, you have nothing going for you. I understand people who are bitchy yet good-looking, but if you are FUG you are not helping yourself by being so damn snooty. If you are ugly but pleasant, then at least people can say "oh well, at least s/he's got a nice personality". So lighten the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an argument with Mike today. He doesn't understand that just because I walk into a shop and spend a couple of minutes in it, it doesn't mean I have to buy anything. And just because I pick something up from the shelf or table, it doesn't mean I'm obligated to buy it either- I have the right to put it back down and keep looking. Bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bowling on Saturday night with some friends and I am so excited. Sure, I'm going to make an ass of myself -because the only kind of bowling I'm good at is on that lovely wii- but who cares. I miss my friends far too much, and I'd rather humiliate myself than skip an opportunity to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Sex and The City movie. I've never seen an episode of the series, but I still thought it was okay. One of my favourite parts was when Charlotte shit herself. I was like, 'serves you right for dissing Mexico and eating all those pudding cups'. I still maintain my belief that Sarah Jessica Parker's face looks like someone's foot. Bitch is foul. Plus, she snagged Matthew Broderick. Double hate. Loved all the dresses and bags in the movie though. I liked Lilly's cupcake-shaped purse and Carrie's Eiffel Tower one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5497194144862309428?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5497194144862309428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5497194144862309428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-flaaame-treeees-will-bliiiind.html' title='Oh the flaaame treeees will bliiiind the weeeary driver (8)'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4816571170823405192</id><published>2008-06-04T23:07:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:09:38.296+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>But where were you that night...</title><content type='html'>Woooooo when was the last time I blogged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting more shifts at work lately and it freaking rocks. I really do love me some money. I wish I was paid weekly though. Actually, no, I'm fine with being paid fortnightly. I'd probably have a negative balance in my account if I was paid every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into Myer late yesterday afternoon and I found some tights and fingerless gloves, $5 a pair. Tightass? Yes. But I don't care. I love Miss Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was pouring and I fucking hated it. I hate getting the ends of my jeans (especially skinny jeans urgh) and the arms of my jacket wet. That cold, wet, clingy feeling is disgusting and once you notice it, you can't stop thinking about it until you're dry again. Urrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my final Spanish assessment today- it was the speaking component with my classmate, Andrew. I felt so bad because I totally forgot my lines and my teacher gave me a look that said "child, you are a disappointment and a disgrace. Tu estas tonto."  But anyways, at least it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will be my last day of the semester. Unbelievable. Time is seriously flying and it creeps me out. (I have a feeling I've said that before.)  Can't wait to start some new units. I love newness. I'll be taking Sociology next semester, and I'll definitely continue Spanish. I've currently got a credit average in Linguistics, but I'm not sure I want to do the next unit. It's a little more difficult and annoying than I thought it'd be. I got my Anthropology essay back and I passed, thank God. It was so rushed and half-assed, I was expecting way lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mike's birthday on Sunday. I'm infamous for giving shitty presents and never knowing what to get. I just told him I would go shopping with him and let him choose his present. I'm such a stupid slack bitch. Don't worry Mike, next year I promise I will think about it and buy your present in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4816571170823405192?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4816571170823405192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4816571170823405192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-where-were-you-that-night.html' title='But where were you that night...'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-398944899392157266</id><published>2008-05-20T21:07:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:50:43.923+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I will follow you anywhere...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I posted a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has really happened since then. Handed in a bunch of rushed essays, procrastinated a lot, daydreamed heaps in class, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who plays Prince Caspian in the new Narnia movie really does look like William Beckett. In the ads, anyway. So much so that Mike and I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BILLVY!"&lt;/span&gt; everytime we walk past that poster at uni. The new Indiana Jones movie comes out on Thursday, and I'm working in ticketbox on Saturday. Woo-frickin-hoo. I haven't even had a chance to work with the new system yet.. my training session was back in March and I've forgotten most of it. Forgive me if I serve you this weekend and it takes 5 minutes to print your tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have wii fit now. It's awesome, so much fun. I love the yoga poses, Hula Hoop, Step and Rhythm Boxing. My balance and posture are so bad, and I'm hoping playing wii fit daily can correct them. Maybe I can lose my spare tyre too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Click Five! That Kyle Patrick (aka Dickherber, what an awkward last name.. like that other musician whose last name is Cockburn WTF) is a hottie. I didn't get to see them in concert last week though. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking Metamucil lately and no, it's not because I'm constipated. Clever marketing and my dad's constant testimonials convinced me to try it as a detox to "cleanse my insides". I'm so sure it's working. My skin has honestly never looked better. It's becoming smoother and less shiny. I think it's the combination of Metamucil and the papaya soap I'm using. Papaya soap is wonderful. All this time I've been wasting my time on these expensive products, when all I needed was available in Filipino stores, averaging about $2-3 a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; 7 Weeks - Gym Class Heroes (feat. William Beckett)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-398944899392157266?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/398944899392157266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/398944899392157266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-follow-you-anywhere.html' title='I will follow you anywhere...'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1065919341185763230</id><published>2008-05-20T21:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:06:36.137+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes fist* "Blame Patrick Stump!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JB Hi-Fi employee, after selling out of The Cab's new album, Whisper Wars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1065919341185763230?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1065919341185763230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1065919341185763230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6857057846738427349</id><published>2008-04-30T15:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:40:07.597+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in my Spanish class right now. I really can't be bothered doing any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a burger for lunch today and it was a bit burnt and smelled kind of like some weird chemical. I dubbed it 'Deathburger'. And ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for my Cultural Studies tute this morning. Had to sit in the back and not on a table, because for some reason, some girls I have never seen before just decided to invade my class. What would be worse- being buried alive, or being conscious during cremation? With live burial, there's that whole 'OMG get me out of this underground box' claustro thing, but then with cremation, you're being burned. And the result has to be ashes, so you are freaking fully cooked until your bones are no longer solid. *shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6857057846738427349?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6857057846738427349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6857057846738427349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-my-spanish-class-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1185175475438612395</id><published>2008-04-20T14:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:00:00.056+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Hate Cold Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food gets colder more quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the words of that dolphin Snorky, "It's cold, it's wet. Every morning I wake up phlegmy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of my wardrobe is suited to warm weather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Havaianas can't be worn unless you want your toes to freeze and fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're asking for tonsillitis if you dare to eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's so damn hard to get out of bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's even harder to decide when you're really finished in the shower. I tend to just stand there under the warm water for a couple more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't rely on the air to dry your tresses anymore, unless you're happy to wait a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runny noses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold/flu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneezing, coughing and sniffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germsssssss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cold air induces loneliness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of motivation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frozen fingers make it hard to write in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We endure shitty temperatures, but Sydney doesn't even get rewarded with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1185175475438612395?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1185175475438612395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1185175475438612395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-why-i-hate-cold-weather.html' title='Reasons Why I Hate Cold Weather'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2745198678769213965</id><published>2008-04-13T22:28:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:51:26.723+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I should do these holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for the Anthropology test, which is on the first day back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on all those weekly readings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some research for my 1400wd Anthropology essay that requires a minimum of 6 sources&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Jarhead for Cultural Studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to wake at 7am and make the most of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to work off this excess flab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realise that just because the food is there in the kitchen, it doesn't mean I should eat it all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use up as much bandwidth as possible, before my dad uses it all on helicopter shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-dye my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What I'll probably end up doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read all my Anthropology notes the night before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a quarter of the weekly readings and stay behind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find one source for my essay...wikipedia is a 'source'. Heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose my copy of Jarhead and have to rent it from Blockbuster again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in until 2pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend most of my time on the couch and gain more weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consume everything that is edible in the fridge and pantry...in one sitting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YooooouTuuuuuuube. (Hey, at least that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; thing to cross off that list.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See how long I can keep my hair in this dirty, skunky, grey nanna state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2745198678769213965?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2745198678769213965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2745198678769213965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-should-do-these-holidays-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-196359939104396071</id><published>2008-04-11T22:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:40:25.548+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino stuff'/><title type='text'>More colour, more delish</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The long caramel looking bit is Leche Flan, pink and purple puto (steamed rice cake) topped with cheese and seriously not as bad as it sounds, and blue and pink cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had these at a family friend's kid's birthday party. One of the best and most colourful party dessert tables I've ever seen.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-196359939104396071?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/196359939104396071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/196359939104396071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-colour-more-delish.html' title='More colour, more delish'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3951532206987706623</id><published>2008-04-11T22:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:36:34.000+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The marvel that is Deep Fried Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Deep Fried Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Couple of months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Bow's Chinese Restaurant, Blacktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always so amused at how ICE CREAM can be DEEP FRIED. Apparently while it's still frozen, it's heaps colder than normal ice cream should be, so that when it goes in the frier, it doesn't melt. Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3951532206987706623?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3951532206987706623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3951532206987706623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/marvel-that-is-deep-fried-ice-cream.html' title='The marvel that is Deep Fried Ice Cream'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1956162457579599663</id><published>2008-04-11T22:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:32:24.117+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mmm...brownie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nut brownie made by my Aunty Marie. She rocks. Don't even try to staunch the flow of your drool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1956162457579599663?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1956162457579599663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1956162457579599663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmbrownie.html' title='Mmm...brownie.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1063660451814916890</id><published>2008-04-11T22:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:29:57.970+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mmm...chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Minis Mix (Snickers, Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, Milky Way Midnight and Twix..if you couldn't read that), Lindor by Lindt and Cadbury Dairy Milk with popping candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1063660451814916890?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1063660451814916890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1063660451814916890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmchocolate.html' title='Mmm...chocolate.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5636891465508089626</id><published>2008-04-11T22:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:26:00.160+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Decorate your ears as if they were Christmas trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Two pairs of dangly earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; A couple of weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; My eyebrow waxer's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; $1 a pair (clearance sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; At $1 pair, why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed a hair. Whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5636891465508089626?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5636891465508089626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5636891465508089626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/decorate-your-ears-as-if-they-were.html' title='Decorate your ears as if they were Christmas trees'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-423398932932344624</id><published>2008-04-09T09:58:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:05:06.349+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at uni early today. My tutorial isn't until 11am but I'm handing an essay in a day early.. because I can't be bothered coming in on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to submit it to a site called Turnitin, which kind of freaks me out. Turnitin looks at your essay and then compares the content to a range of sources to make sure you haven't plagiarised. I haven't plagiarised (well, I'm sure I haven't...most of my ideas came out of my own head and I referenced what wasn't mine) but it still scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I only have one assignment left to work on and that's due in mid-May. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new cardi from Sportsgirl yesterday and it's surprisingly very warm considering how thin and light it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that people behind me need to use this computer so I'll write again later. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-423398932932344624?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/423398932932344624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/423398932932344624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-at-uni-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-402419330525645780</id><published>2008-04-06T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:18:41.713+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After finishing almost half a McCain oven pizza while watching Gladiators, I am wondering if I should try to strengthen my body. Everyone knows I am a weak little shit and I am out of breath after one flight of stairs. I've also gained a solid little Winnie The Pooh belly which makes me feel so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Panic At The Disco are coming in August and I am so damn excited. They're being supported by The Academy Is... which just doubles the awesomeness. William Beckett cut his locks but I'm sure I'll still wet myself when he walks onto that stage. I'm wondering what kind of ticket I should buy. If I buy a Panic Pit ticket (general admission floor standing), I'm absolutely positive that I won't be close to the front. I won't be able to see behind all the taller girls who lined up at 6am. Hm.. I think I'll buy a ticket for the closest seated area and utilise the zoom function on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating right now. (Big surprise.) I have a linguistics exercise and a thousand-word cultural studies essay due this week. Urrrgh. Everything else about uni is wonderful though. Milk Duds are sold at the uni convenience store (along with other Hershey's chocs) and I'm in looove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to get a new laptop anymore because the one I have now isn't dead yet. I'm thinking about using my money to buy some new clothes instead. The weather is now cold (damn it!) and I am in desperate need of cardigans and jackets. I'm kind of getting sick of hoodies.. maybe I'm in the early stages of this thing called growing up. Aging issues aside, I want a jacket that is feminine but not too 'old'. And I'd like a pair of black boots too. Wish me luck in finding these items in the right style, colour and size. I'm a size 6-8 in tops and size 5 in shoes. Boooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-402419330525645780?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/402419330525645780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/402419330525645780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-finishing-almost-half-mccain-oven.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3483885427705892732</id><published>2008-03-31T20:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:37:54.529+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #1</title><content type='html'>I wish that everytime my dad logged onto a computer, it would freeze. This is the bazillionth time we've gone past our bandwidth limit more than a week before the end of the month. You're so unfair, dad. Now it's going to take so long to download all those slides for uni, download those lecture mp3s and watch the videos I want on YouTube. And don't say it's a shared connection and we all used that 10GB equally. You know you watch and download the most. Heck, you probably even download in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3483885427705892732?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3483885427705892732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3483885427705892732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thought-1.html' title='Random Thought #1'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7087056831224979575</id><published>2008-03-29T21:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:19:46.967+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Things I did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up and just layed (is it layed or lay? my English is starting to suck) there thinking for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painted my nails pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fought with my sister over the TV remote and lost because my parents are always on her side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to do my required readings for Anthropology but gave up after too many distractions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played wii Tennis with my mom and complained about how Eliza is such a bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made four paper cranes (4 down, 996 to go!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looked at more Macbook info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate too much chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched The Cat In The Hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switched the lights off for Earth Hour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Sudoku on my dad's phone for half an hour and still couldn't finish it, even with a couple of damn hints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7087056831224979575?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7087056831224979575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7087056831224979575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-did-today.html' title='Things I did today'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-201260444957407443</id><published>2008-03-29T21:20:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:04:48.608+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>I reached my bandwidth limit. Booooo.</title><content type='html'>1) What side of the heart do you draw first?&lt;br /&gt;Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can you dive without plugging your nose?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What color is your razor?&lt;br /&gt;One is purple, one is pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Um... William Beckett :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is a rumor someone has spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I mean, I hope no one's started one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How do you feel about carrots?&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables and I are not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How many chairs at the dining room table?&lt;br /&gt;6. But only 4 are actually used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Which is the best Spice Girl?&lt;br /&gt;Posh and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you know what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;9:21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you know all the words to the Fresh Prince Theme Song?&lt;br /&gt;Most :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;Freak out and worry that I'll starve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What's your favorite kind of gum?&lt;br /&gt;Grape Hubba Bubba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you know how to use some words correctly, but not know the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you like to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know which US states don't use Daylight Savings Time?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the song Total Eclipse of the Heart?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want a bright yellow '06 mustang?&lt;br /&gt;...no. A pink car would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's something you've always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;A brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you have hairy legs?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake?&lt;br /&gt;Neither, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you wear a lot of black?&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Describe your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Long, dark brown and pink (with bits of purple starting to show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you have Entomophobia?&lt;br /&gt;...*Googles* OH MY GOD YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you an adult?&lt;br /&gt;I sure as hell don't act like one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Where is/are your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;At their houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;Um..nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Are you a television addict?&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch as much as I used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you enjoy spending time with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Are you a sugar freak?&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten so much chocolate in the past week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you like orange juice?&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. Depends on what brand, with/without pulp.. Actually just give me Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't mind where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-201260444957407443?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/201260444957407443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/201260444957407443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-reached-my-bandwidth-limit-booooo.html' title='I reached my bandwidth limit. Booooo.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6265277510176702505</id><published>2008-03-28T17:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:24:16.176+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Mac. PC. Mac. PC. Mac. PC. WTF mannnnn.</title><content type='html'>Just when I decided that I'd take advantage of the Apple student discount and get a Macbook, I come across websites that encourage me to go for the Sony VAIO CR35 instead (my runner up). A part of me wants to give the Macbook a go because I keep hearing "it just works! The OS is more stable! iMovie! Photo Booth!", but I want to get another PC because I'm damn lazy and want to stick to what I know. Plus the VAIOs are sexayyy and come in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My needs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generous hard drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good battery life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memory card reader (MemoryStick and SD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD reader and writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14" screen is fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Today was a good day. My linguistics teacher cancelled today's 9am lecture, so I got to sleep in. (She informed us about the cancellation on Tuesday.)  Mike and I went to Westfield after my tutorial. Went through our usual routine: buying popcorn chicken snackboxes, walking around discussing things we'd done and people we met during the week, and going to JB Hi-Fi and not buying anything. Mike's new thing is playing with Photo Booth on the 20" Macs. LOL today he found out that when you click the 'X' on a picture, it doesn't delete it- just sends it to the trash. So all those ridiculously hideous warped pictures he took over the past couple of weeks just went in the trash, probably to the amusement of some JB Hi-Fi employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a mud mask today. My skin feels nice and clean, not oily at all. I really need to find some new skincare products. Clinique was okay, but I still got spots and my nose was like Blackhead City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty gave me some American chocolate yesterday- Milky Way, Milky Way Midnight, Snickers, Twix and 3 Musketeers. Funny thing is that Milky Way is just like a Mars Bar, and 3 Musketeers is pretty much Australian Milky Way in a different wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. When will my dad realise that the N word is offensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6265277510176702505?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6265277510176702505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6265277510176702505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/mac-pc-mac-pc-mac-pc-wtf-mannnnn.html' title='Mac. PC. Mac. PC. Mac. PC. WTF mannnnn.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2256762626702825742</id><published>2008-03-26T20:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:20:13.434+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>LOL I love playing with myspace ads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/myspacead.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2256762626702825742?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2256762626702825742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2256762626702825742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/lol-i-love-playing-with-myspace-ads.html' title='LOL I love playing with myspace ads.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2165716382380667988</id><published>2008-03-24T14:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:21:20.185+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Two good eBay wins that I forgot about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Strapless blue and cream Cooper St dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Won it for $28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Good bargain, seller looked after it well.. and I needed something to wear to an upcoming Christening. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Tan-coloured strapless dress (looks white in the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When?&lt;/span&gt; Same day as the other dress, whenever it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where?&lt;/span&gt; eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Price?&lt;/span&gt; Won it for $13.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why?&lt;/span&gt; The animals at the end of the dress totally won me over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2165716382380667988?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2165716382380667988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2165716382380667988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-good-ebay-wins-that-i-forgot-about.html' title='Two good eBay wins that I forgot about'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2945113137260002871</id><published>2008-03-24T14:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:09:37.633+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>No, I will not name this post 'These Boots Are Made For Walkin'". That's lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; BNIB (Brand New In Box) Switch Cowboy Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Probably a month or two ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Seller bought them for $159, I won the auction and paid $78.50 (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Because they're goooorgeous. Good bargain too. The heel is a bitch though. I'll have to wear them to occasions and events that require minimal walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2945113137260002871?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2945113137260002871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2945113137260002871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-i-will-not-name-this-post-these.html' title='No, I will not name this post &apos;These Boots Are Made For Walkin&apos;&quot;. That&apos;s lame.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-77305435157244845</id><published>2008-03-24T14:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:03:21.424+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>ZOMG RED HAIRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-77305435157244845?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/77305435157244845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/77305435157244845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/zomg-red-hairrrr.html' title='ZOMG RED HAIRRRR'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3521493791881011932</id><published>2008-03-22T18:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:01:58.635+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The time we should be thinking about Jesus' suffering, but end up eating our weight in chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what kind of Easter eggs/bunnies I'm getting. I want one of those Kinder bunnies. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passion of The Christ was on last night and once again, I couldn't bring myself to watch the whole film. Poor Jesus. He made such a big painful sacrifice so I could live, yet here I am being a selfish materialistic glutton idiot. Sorry God.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3521493791881011932?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3521493791881011932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3521493791881011932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-we-should-be-thinking-about-jesus.html' title='The time we should be thinking about Jesus&apos; suffering, but end up eating our weight in chocolate'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2025515017030346490</id><published>2008-03-22T18:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:16:00.245+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Gumboots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/015a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/015b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Gumboots :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; Two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Pumpkin Patch, Westfield Parramatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; I think they were around $35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Because I had been wearing heeled boots that day, and my feet were killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2025515017030346490?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2025515017030346490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2025515017030346490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/gumboots.html' title='Gumboots!'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-215801355226463385</id><published>2008-03-22T17:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:17:13.924+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sucks to be 20</title><content type='html'>..but if it means celebrating and eating awesome food, then whatever. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/012a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/012b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/012c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/012d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/012e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Fettucine carbonara (looks gross but was diviiiine), American (cheese and spicy pepperoni) and The Lot pizzas, and a Chocolate Mud Log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; My 20th birthday (the 19th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; Quiet dinner at home, fettucine and pizzas from La Porchetta in Blacktown, and cake from Michel's Patisserie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-215801355226463385?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/215801355226463385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/215801355226463385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/sucks-to-be-20.html' title='Sucks to be 20'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2009086113852010165</id><published>2008-03-22T17:45:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:05:44.612+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I ♥ Mr Men and Little Miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; An orange Mr Happy shirt and a blue Little Miss Shy shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; That day I was meant to be at Uni Orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; SES, Macquarie Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price?&lt;/span&gt; Mr Happy was $9.95 and I think Little Miss Shy was $6.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Because you can never have too many shirts with characters on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject of Mr Men and Little Miss, look what Mike got me for my 20th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Gifts/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2009086113852010165?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2009086113852010165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2009086113852010165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-mr-men-and-little-miss.html' title='I ♥ Mr Men and Little Miss!'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3462931835918979430</id><published>2008-03-13T19:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:25:41.503+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to send a ringtone I made to my phone, but Bigpond MMS is being a fucktard. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fucktards, I can't believe what a dumbass (Bb. Pilipinas '08 winner) Janina San Miguel is. If Bb. Pilipinas winners are meant to represent Filipina women, we have such a unbelievably poor example this year. I know, I know.. it's mostly a beauty pageant, but my God. Brains should always rank higher than looks. But oh well. If anything, it inspires me to keep learning and focus on my own grey matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm coming to the end of my third week at Macquarie. I've read so much.. but I wonder how much I'm actually taking in. To make the text easier to read, I bit the bullet last night and started highlighting my readers. I was reluctant to highlight because I was planning to sell my books on textbookexchange at the end of the semester.. Guess I'll have to list them as being in 'Good' condition instead of 'Excellent'. Less money back for me..boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 100% familiar with where all my classrooms and lecture theatres are. My Mondays suck because I have 5 hours of classes and no breaks. I have to snack really quickly while I'm walking to the next class. And as everyone who knows me well knows, I like to eat slowly and really enjoy what I'm eating. The burgers from the uni food court are awesome though. I just realised I won't be able to have one tomorrow, because Lent means I can't eat red meat on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'll be turning 20 in less than a week. Has it really been a year since my last birthday? lol. I have a feeling I'll keep forgetting about my blasted b-day. I bet someone will send me a birthday text on Wednesday morning, and I'll remember then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3462931835918979430?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3462931835918979430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3462931835918979430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-trying-to-send-ringtone-i-made-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1082144618262195188</id><published>2008-03-13T09:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:39:39.988+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My seriously weird dream from last night..in point form!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was at work, and had to clean Cinema 4 by myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just about every seat had a popcorn box on the floor in front of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ran around and grabbed as many as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lights went down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trailers started playing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bazillion people started coming in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought 'fuck it'. And told the customers that there wasn't anything I could do because no one came to help me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of minutes later a manager told me he was in there and said he asked each customer how their experience was. I thought he was going to tell me off, but surprisingly none of the customers &lt;strike&gt;complained&lt;/strike&gt; gave feedback.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then all of a sudden I was no longer at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom was driving a bus and I was the only passenger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She started speeding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bus almost hit the stationary army green Jeep in front.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and I were freaked out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I was in a house that was definitely not mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I was on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was talking to a friend I still talk to every now and then, but I'm not so close to anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Man. What the hell is up with my dreams? The night before last night, I dreamt that me and my high school friends were at a boarding school that was right next to the Children's Hospital. Then all of a sudden we were all part of The Biggest Loser and Michelle was talking to me while I was sweatily doing push-ups. She asked me what my friends meant to me, I answered, then she told us that "since the format of the previous series' didn't work", we could choose our own teams. WTF. I'm messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1082144618262195188?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1082144618262195188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1082144618262195188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-seriously-weird-dream-from-last.html' title='My seriously weird dream from last night..in point form!'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3931142182588507670</id><published>2008-03-08T19:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:05:51.757+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Another quiz because I'm bored</title><content type='html'>1. What color is your bra?&lt;br /&gt;pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;...i don't really have a preference. if you're hot, you're hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you currently frustrated with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. but i wouldn't. the pain, the cost, knowing that those aren't really your boobs/nose/chin?  ("those aren't boobs, they're lies!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you shop at hollister?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How long have you had myspace?&lt;br /&gt;late 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;bugs, heights, drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Has anyone close to you ever passed away?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater”?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever had a good feeling about something?&lt;br /&gt;wtf yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you currently missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes (lol wtf this question always comes up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3931142182588507670?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3931142182588507670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3931142182588507670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-quiz-because-im-bored.html' title='Another quiz because I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-8376440522792673039</id><published>2008-03-08T18:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:57:15.093+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz #2340983597459</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;yes. crispy skin chicken...yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;lappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;um.. Danny Bhoy's pretty cool. and Arj Barker. Anh Do gets annoying.. he only ever has one punchline- "something something something...dim shims!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;yes'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?&lt;br /&gt;uh...her..uh..power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;with...there's no excuse not to. if it's hot, turn the air-con on. actually, wait there is an excuse not to. uuuurgh get my mind out of the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;br /&gt;pancakes man. especially macca's ones. fluffyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;i call them scrambled, but i think other people will call it a plain omelette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;my mom..the foodcourt can be LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;Katrina, agreeing that work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. McDonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;Macca's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;2..but 1 can be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;bus ticket..before that, donuts and a milkshake. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;wifebeater and pyjama shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pick a lyric?&lt;br /&gt;nine in the afternoooooooon...your eyes are the size of the moooooooooooon...dipfhiewbgfek so you dooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;none. chicken and mayo toasted sandwich, kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins!!!! rocky road is friggin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but GPS is mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Tell me a random fact:&lt;br /&gt;i saw a woman walking around Westfield today wearing only a bikini and Havs. skinny headturning bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ever had a hard on at work?&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i am penis-less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever do a keg stand?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;i don't drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. the earliest one i can remember is Save The Best For Last by Vanessa Williams.. and Can We Talk by Tevin Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Pick a movie quote:&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot.. milk was a bad choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;there are lotssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite hangout?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How long have you known them?&lt;br /&gt;2 years 7 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;pink, blue, purple, white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;19.. gonna turn 20 soon.. omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?&lt;br /&gt;overrated but zomg they're real, so don't talk shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song (if you have one?)&lt;br /&gt;i love Marty Simpson's cover of American Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;i just worked.. i'll probably spend the rest of the weekend studying for my Spanish assessment and doing all the readings i should've done last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Who will take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-8376440522792673039?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8376440522792673039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/8376440522792673039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz-2340983597459.html' title='Quiz #2340983597459'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6204864586461612814</id><published>2008-03-06T22:27:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:57:31.853+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>Just a couple of things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a loud car and drive at double the speed limit, I will not be impressed and will automatically assume you have a small penis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a male high school student and you disrespect older people, try to fight people for no real reason, walk around town like you fucking own the place and the word 'bro' is in your everyday vocabulary, you deserve to be whipped around the legs until you are swimming in your own blood. It will make up for all those years your parents didn't discipline you. Stop being a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop fucking asking for comments on your myspace pictures. If people want to comment, they will. So shut the fuck up. It's like you're saying "awww hey I know I look good in this pic, but I just want to hear it from you teeheeheehee!!!!111!!!1!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG this unbelievably lame scabby buttinski girl was on the bus yesterday. I didn't know if she was drunk, stoned or really retarded. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you talking about Guitar Hero? They should make violin hero.. trumpet hero..and electric guitar hero.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha Who? is so not funny. How come this shit is still on, and why aren't Psych and Don't Forget The Lyrics on anymore?! And why does Smallville have to be on Ten HD?! And and and and why can't we have Gossip Girl on free-to-air?!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6204864586461612814?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6204864586461612814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6204864586461612814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-couple-of-things.html' title='Just a couple of things.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-2784769959292456008</id><published>2008-03-04T18:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:02:15.568+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>My most favourite princess story EVER</title><content type='html'>As recited by my Cultural Studies lecturer today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Independent Princess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a land far away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful, independent, self assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and setup housekeeping in yon castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sauteed froglegs seasoned in a white wine and cream sauce she chuckled to herself and thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't fucking think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-2784769959292456008?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2784769959292456008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/2784769959292456008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-most-favourite-princess-story-ever.html' title='My most favourite princess story EVER'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1130252278554557424</id><published>2008-03-01T12:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:33:38.798+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh. My first week of uni is over. While I don't think uni is 'ZOMG so amazingggggg' and I'd want to go everyday, it's still great. The units I've chosen have been so interesting. I actually paid attention to the whole Linguistics lecture yesterday- one whole hour without being distracted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textbooks are a pain in the ass to buy though. Since I haven't been getting many shifts at work (and if I do, they're a measly fucking three hours.. so I get about $40 for that), I've had to ask my parents to lend me money. Well, it's not really lending. My mom says that she's my parent, so she doesn't really have a choice if there's something I need, and she's been buying me things for years anyway. I can't wait for tax refund time. Only about four more months... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my boots. My sister seems to enjoy walking in them more than I do. The heels are so damn high, I think I'll save them for special occasions. Or events that require minimal walking. They were quite uncomfortable to walk in yesterday, I didn't know if it was because they needed to be broken in or because I'm not used to wearing heels. Oh well. Doesn't matter because now I have... GUMBOOTS! Finally! Well, they're not the kind I was dreaming of (plain black and knee-high), but they'll do. I found them at Pumpkin Patch. lol. They're mid-calf, purple and have blue hearts and blue rainbow-like arcs on them. Size 35. I also wanted a cute pink pair of casual flats, but they were too tight on the left foot and too loose on the right. I know everyone says 'yeah one foot is always bigger than the other' but mine are seriously two different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Meet The Spartans yesterday. It was as shitty as I expected it to be. The only part I really liked was the American Idol parody. With Sanjaya and the crying pigtailed girl. LOL. And Ryan Seacrest voluntarily jumping into the pit of death. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Seacrest ooouuuuuuutttt!"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl I went to primary school with has sent me a friend request on facebook. I'm thinking 'Hello?! What's wrong with you? We were never really friends, why would I want to add you?'  This is the girl that got mad at me in year 3 because I wrote using two lines, while she only wrote on one. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at about 1am this morning. Last night, I went to a family friend's birthday party. He was introducing my dad to one of his friends, and when he got to me, he forgot my name. Wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I'm going to go eat because it's 12:30 and I didn't have breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1130252278554557424?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1130252278554557424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1130252278554557424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6878125749469794949</id><published>2008-02-28T10:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:55:04.305+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>Fuuuck. What a great day off.</title><content type='html'>Right now, it's damn pouring and looks like a thunderstorm is imminent. I need to shower, but I wont start until I'm sure there's no chance the power will cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day off from uni. It's been shitty so far. I woke up with cramps. I heard the phone ringing down the hall and ran to get it.. and when I picked it up, the caller had just hung up. It's bucketing down and I still haven't found gumboots. I saw some at Westfield a week ago, but they were so damn huge that Ian Thorpe would have to wear them with a couple of extra pairs of socks and some insoles. Heh, Ian Thorpe. What is he doing nowadays? I had the biggest crush on him back in year 7. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be reading something for Cultural Studies. Heck, it's only 10:40am. I have all day. Well, until my eyebrow wax appointment at least. Yessssss finally, my eyebrows have been looking like gross caterpillars lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I withdrew from my French class. The teacher was far too anal about us putting on a perfect accent. I could tell it wasn't going to be as fun as high school French. She pointed at 'e' and 'è', and said "zees eez prrronounce urgh..and zees eez prrronounce urgh..see de deeferrense?"  To which everyone laughed and thought 'WTF' (or 'vat ze fuck' en français). But yes. I withdrew from that class and I'm now studying Spanish. I had my first Spanish class yesterday, and it's so so sooo much better. I was amused that I was so familiar with a lot of words already, since Tagalog is pretty much based on Español. I found it funny that the Filipino word for stinky (baho) was pronounced the same as the Spanish word for short (bajo). The teacher also mentioned that 'pajero' is pronounced 'pa-hhhero' (I put three h's there, because I don't know how else to type that sound that resembles the hocking of phlegm) and means 'wanker'. I'd hate to be a Pajero driver then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6878125749469794949?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6878125749469794949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6878125749469794949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuuuck-what-great-day-off.html' title='Fuuuck. What a great day off.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4756154012080591679</id><published>2008-02-25T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:22:32.077+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>First Day At Macquarie Uni</title><content type='html'>I can't put 'First Day At Uni' as the title, because I went to UWS for a semester before I decided I wanted to get the fuck out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn, Macquarie is 404358 bajillion times better than UWS Parramatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlight of the day was seeing this guy in a hotdog costume, with 'W.A.N.G' printed on the back. Close second were the Caucasians promoting the Anime Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two lectures today: Gender Studies and Cultural Studies. Very interesting. (For once, I'm not saying that sarcastically.) In Gender Studies, I watched an episode of some ABC program from 1996 about Australia's first refuge for victims of domestic violence, 'Elsie'. No woman deserves to be struck by any man. Ever. I can't believe some men think women bring it upon themselves by nagging, and that they deserve it. I was about 15minutes late for my Cultural Studies lecture, because it was straight after Gender Studies, which ran a couple minutes overtime. Next week, I'm going to make sure I leave Gender Studies at least 5 minutes early so I don't miss anything, and I can find a seat without everyone staring and thinking 'heh.. look at that bumbling fool'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh the total cost of my textbooks is higher than the current available balance in my account. It doesn't help that I just bought cowboy boots off eBay last night. I found one of my texts on textbookexchange.com.au, but the damn seller hasn't replied. I wish she would. I don't want to have to buy it brand new, or (God forbid) have to buy a copy with yellow pages off eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Cowboy boots! I can't wait for them to arrive. Actually, I don't mind if they take a week or two, I just want them to fit perfectly. I've already brainstormed some outfit ideas. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4756154012080591679?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4756154012080591679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4756154012080591679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-at-macquarie-uni.html' title='First Day At Macquarie Uni'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7928760479034734344</id><published>2008-01-28T15:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:00:34.742+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.) Do you have a problem with homosexuality?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you drink or do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do you have asthma?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Do you get sick often?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Do you know anyone named Brian?&lt;br /&gt;my uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Do you have a vivid imagination?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;jackshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What is your best quality?&lt;br /&gt;ask someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. no really, i do! everyone just catches me at those few milliseconds where i have a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) What are your pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;right now? damn mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What is on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;"God I'm hungry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What is the temperature right now?&lt;br /&gt;probably mid 20's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;if there was a way to make it painless, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What is the price of gas where you live?&lt;br /&gt;probably nearing $2 a litre. Godddd when I was little, it was like 80c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) What is something you recently discovered?&lt;br /&gt;KFC snack boxes are damn filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What was the last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;probably about my purple hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Do you ever sleep in school?&lt;br /&gt;no way. I was way too scared to drool/snore/sleeptalk in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What was your 5th grade teacher's name?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Emanuel. he looked like Mr Kotter from Welcome Back Kotter. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Have you ever rode in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Have you ever rode on a jet ski?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Have you ever been to the ER?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) If so, for what?&lt;br /&gt;I split my forehead open by running into the corner of a coffee table when I was 3..or 4. can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Have you ever broken the law?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Are you for or against abortion?&lt;br /&gt;...touchy subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Did you have a New Years kiss?&lt;br /&gt;no. FUCKING HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Describe your mood:&lt;br /&gt;wanting to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Describe the best day of your life:&lt;br /&gt;ask me later, cbf thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) What song are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;More Than A Feeling - Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) How do you feel about "haters"?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Who was the last person in your incoming calls?&lt;br /&gt;Mike :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) When is the last time someone called you private?&lt;br /&gt;the other day. my mom's work number is private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) Last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;i laugh everyday. but i had the best laugh ever, just the other night, on the phone with Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) Who is your favorite current teacher?&lt;br /&gt;no teachers yet.. omg uni. exciting and scaring me shitless at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person to message you on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.) Who was your last comment?&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.) Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;Ursula Andress... HOT (in 1962)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.) How do you feel about 50 Cent?&lt;br /&gt;lol. no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.) Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;lack of chocolate in this damn place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.) What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) Do you prefer call or text?&lt;br /&gt;text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.) Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yes..but my dad is a dickhead &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.) Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.) Are you close with them?&lt;br /&gt;honestly? she annoys me so damn much and she's so fucking spoiled, but i'm going to miss her when she goes back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.) How many people do you trust 100%?&lt;br /&gt;ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL OMG I just hovered over the clock on my taskbar and the date was the 28th of February. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7928760479034734344?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7928760479034734344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7928760479034734344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1339802973506347655</id><published>2008-01-27T15:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:26:00.688+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My sleeping pattern is so fucked.</title><content type='html'>These afternoon naps are doing me no good. Last night I tossed and turned so much, I actually prayed and asked God to make me tired and help me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed because I looked at the uni timetables, and Anthropology and French are on at the same time. Grr. I really wanted to do both in my first semester :(  I'm also annoyed at the moment because I think I jammed a cotton bud too far in my right ear this morning.. and each time I burp, it fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Australia Day. My family and I watch the fireworks at Parramatta Park every year. The fireworks didn't start until 10pm, but my parents insisted we go early to get a good spot. We got there at 9pm (I know WTF), and just sat, listened to Spiderbait (they played an hour-long set) and applied Aerogard for a while. Turns out, we pretty much had the best spot without being too close. Fireworks went on for a while, and were louder than I thought. I think being shot would be a bit quieter. The place ended up really smoky and smelled pretty bad too. Like 100 people farted at the same time. Not that I've been around to witness such an olfactory disaster. But you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the damn Superwall application on facebook. I was checking out my friend Karen's profile and someone had posted a gross picture of a boob. It came with a warning to wash newly bought bras before wearing them. It was obviously photoshopped by some sad idiot wanting to scare women, but I still can't get that image out of my mind. All those holes in that boob.. looked like a freaky game of Whac-A-Mole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1339802973506347655?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1339802973506347655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1339802973506347655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sleeping-pattern-is-so-fucked.html' title='My sleeping pattern is so fucked.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5077117904845633869</id><published>2008-01-23T11:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:27:16.419+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>I really can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>I would have expected this kind of news from a another celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me this morning and woke me up. "Heath Ledger is dead. From a drug overdose."  I felt a slight jolt in my heart, then remembered Brad Renfro's drug-related death last week, and thought that maybe she was just confused. I said no, and told her. Then she said "no, it's definitely Heath Ledger- didn't you see the news?"  At that moment, my eyes fully opened and I was no longer half-asleep. I ran to my computer and hoped and hoped and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoped&lt;/span&gt; that my homepage (BigPond news) did not have a picture, a story or anything Heath-related on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/heathledger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/heathledger3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(1979 - 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my dreams, you'll always be singing on those bleachers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5077117904845633869?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5077117904845633869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5077117904845633869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-cant-believe-it.html' title='I really can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4208345385571844015</id><published>2008-01-22T14:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:59:15.418+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>To all my friends (even if we're not close, at least one of these points will apply)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't see you as often as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never know what to get you for your birthday/Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I sometimes cut you off while you're talking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I try to teach you how to do things, thinking I know a better way, when you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I forget.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never know how to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I tell you things you don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I sometimes say offensive things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I stayed too long. (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I inconvenienced you, just so you could help me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I sometimes go with what I want, instead of what you'd prefer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm a smartass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I ask too many questions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm incapable of doing things myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;But thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your awesome and thoughtful presents, even though what I give isn't as great.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me speak and not slapping me when I accidentally interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for kindly teaching me how to do things better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me company.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving up your time just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me smile/laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for warning me when I'm about to embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for politely answering my dumbass questions.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for forgiving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for always being there.&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/2677204796892681600-4208345385571844015?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4208345385571844015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4208345385571844015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-all-my-friends-even-if-were-not.html' title='To all my friends (even if we&apos;re not close, at least one of these points will apply)'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3313051660382587033</id><published>2008-01-19T11:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:08:53.929+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Things To Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Achieve better posture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my handwriting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my vocal range&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play an instrument other than the recorder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get a job&lt;/strike&gt; May 2006&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raise a child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a proper song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Crowdsurf&lt;/strike&gt; 19/03/2006&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get my L's&lt;/strike&gt; 29/06/2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my licence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Perform in front of 1000 people&lt;/strike&gt; August 2004&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish a degree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kissed after the New Year's countdown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch every episode of Buffy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save a life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Make my parents proud&lt;/strike&gt; 18/01/2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/proud.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3313051660382587033?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3313051660382587033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3313051660382587033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things To Do Before I Die'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-3234211693316631180</id><published>2008-01-19T11:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:58:48.995+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Best thing from McDonald's ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt; Mini Snack Wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When?&lt;/b&gt; The other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt; McDonald's Parramatta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-3234211693316631180?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3234211693316631180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/3234211693316631180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-thing-from-mcdonalds-ever.html' title='Best thing from McDonald&apos;s ever'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-9222571532869210115</id><published>2008-01-18T20:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:59:44.819+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>MACQUARIE UNI, HERE I COME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god!! At around 10:30 last night, I checked the UAC website to see if I had been offered a university place. Yesterday was so damn nerve-wracking. I was so fidgety, I talked a little too much and I could hardly eat. It all ended well for me though: I was accepted into my first preference- Bachelor of Arts at Macquarie University! Yay! :D I am so excited. I'm looking at the units I could be studying... Anthropology sounds good and I'm really keen to study French again (French Beginners is being offered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/unioffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Juno today, with my little sister. I LOVED IT. Ellen Page and Michael Cera are so cute. I had to cover my little sister's eyes in some parts, lol. Last week, I went to Borders and saw Hard Candy for $10. There were several copies, so I thought I could come back and buy it later. I think you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Gladiators is coming back. I remember my little ten-year-old self rooting for the challenger and really hating the Gladiators back then. LOL. This angel they keep showing in the ad looks hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-9222571532869210115?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/9222571532869210115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/9222571532869210115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/macquarie-uni-here-i-come.html' title='MACQUARIE UNI, HERE I COME!!!!!'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7669607037604413177</id><published>2008-01-17T13:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:50:43.308+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was planning on reading all day today. I decided to quickly check facebook and OhNoTheyDidn't! first, and now I can't even remember what I was planning to read. I can never seem to pull myself away from the internet. I'd probably be able to if facebook, YouTube and the Vogue forums didn't exist and I still had dial-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAC main round offers will be released tonight at 9pm. I'm sooooo nervous. I applied using my UAI from 2005 and my Advertising diploma from last year. My UAI wasn't stellar, but I enjoyed my diploma and received good marks. (God I hope I didn't just jinx myself.) Does anyone know if you receive a pretty certificate to show off once you complete a diploma? If so, where the hell is mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. I just read that 80,000 people applied for uni, but only 65,575 offers will be made. OHMYGODDDDDDDDDD. I'm dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7669607037604413177?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7669607037604413177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7669607037604413177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-planning-on-reading-all-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-1363481266397876908</id><published>2008-01-15T13:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:06:59.803+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>This stuff makes me delirious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/009b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/009c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt; Vanilla ice cream with melted chocolate, Belgian Waffle and Dome (both with strawberries and melted chocolate) from Max Brenner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When?&lt;/b&gt; Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt; Max Brenner, Parramatta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-1363481266397876908?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1363481266397876908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/1363481266397876908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-stuff-makes-me-delirious.html' title='This stuff makes me delirious.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5578616122038624329</id><published>2008-01-13T22:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:59:24.678+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>You Can't Stop The Beeeeat (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt; Hairspray 2-Disc Shake &amp; Shimmy Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When?&lt;/b&gt; Last Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt; JB Hi-Fi, Level 5 Parramatta Westfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price?&lt;/b&gt; From $34.95 to $27.96 (20% off &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; DVDs sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt; Because this movie is so damn good that for once, I'm not going to wait for a major markdown before I buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5578616122038624329?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5578616122038624329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5578616122038624329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-cant-stop-beeeeat-8.html' title='You Can&apos;t Stop The Beeeeat (8)'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-4601834293619764000</id><published>2008-01-13T22:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:59:03.121+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Buys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I love being petite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt; Pink Fiorucci Shorts, kids size 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When?&lt;/b&gt; Last Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt; Myer, Blacktown Westpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price?&lt;/b&gt; From $19.99 to $13 to $9.75 (25% off the already marked down price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt; Because I need more shorts. And who would pass up cute shorts, especially if they're under $10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Good%20Buys/011b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped, so you know what they look like on. I hate when the zips on shorts/pants curve and make you look like you're a damn hermaphrodite sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-4601834293619764000?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4601834293619764000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/4601834293619764000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-love-being-petite.html' title='Sometimes I love being petite.'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-5813223890548321344</id><published>2008-01-13T22:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:00:05.423+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hot day + Baskin Robbins = OMG WIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt; Baskin Robbins Rocky Road ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When?&lt;/b&gt; Bought last night, devoured tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where?&lt;/b&gt; From Baskin Robbins, Kings Langley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Food/008b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV with a tub of Baskin Robbins on your lap, all to yourself is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-5813223890548321344?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5813223890548321344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/5813223890548321344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-day-baskin-robbins-omg-win.html' title='Hot day + Baskin Robbins = OMG WIN'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7705901694305355707</id><published>2008-01-13T22:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:02:28.972+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>ZOMG PURPLE HAIRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/purple1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/purple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/purple3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/butterfly_seeker/butterfliesandchucks/Hair/purple4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7705901694305355707?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7705901694305355707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7705901694305355707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/zomg-purple-hairrrr.html' title='ZOMG PURPLE HAIRRRR'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-6555935056755211533</id><published>2008-01-09T12:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:31:09.402+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Random blab</title><content type='html'>My God, when will the weird dreams stop?! I'm not going to go into detail on this one, but I will mention that it freaked me out because in it, I was a passenger in an aunt's car and all of a sudden she just opened the glovebox, pretty much stuck her head in it, was rummaging around for her lipstick, found it and applied it- all this done while the car was still moving, and her eyes off the road! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lamp's lightbulb busted last night, and I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; sleep without it on (say whatever you want, I like having my light on), so I left my room light on all night. Reminds me, I should get a lightbulb now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. my Havs got caught under the couch last night and I didn't bother to get them, so now they're warped :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Ever After by Bonnie Bailey. I love this song. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th gen 20GB iPod (Arthur) still works fine, but for some reason, I'm on eBay looking for an 5th gen 80GB iPod video. I know I really don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early this morning to try to win an eBay auction. Black gumboots. I gave up and decided not to bid after measuring my own shoes, and realising the gumboots would be a bit too big. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-6555935056755211533?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6555935056755211533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/6555935056755211533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-blab.html' title='Random blab'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677204796892681600.post-7917953493693155471</id><published>2008-01-09T10:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:29:54.503+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Happiness is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a long shower and putting on new pyjamas before bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an Oreo McFlurry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earning distinctions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proving someone wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a great dress/pair of shoes/whatever in your usually hard-to-find size..on sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a letter in the mail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a warm chocolate walnut brownie, vanilla ice cream, doused in chocolate topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding your online purchase has finally arrived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing a great song, downloading it, and listening to it over and over for the rest of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hug from your significant other, after weeks of being without each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally doing something you were always scared to do, especially after thinking you couldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an unexpected compliment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out someone loves you as much as you love them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2677204796892681600-7917953493693155471?l=butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7917953493693155471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2677204796892681600/posts/default/7917953493693155471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesandchucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is..'/><author><name>Camille</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HW3W9TF790/Su7MRmPU62I/AAAAAAAAAB4/14cvleKpJk8/S220/mask.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
