<?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-28469242</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:37:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUND OF MUSIC</title><subtitle type='html'>who found out that nothing could capture out heart like a melody can? well, who ever it was, i'm a fan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3877373988040646039</id><published>2009-08-28T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:24:06.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the difference between&lt;br /&gt;livejournal, blogspot and wordpress?&lt;br /&gt;how come everyone i knos switched from blogspot&lt;br /&gt;to livejournal&lt;br /&gt;to wordpress&lt;br /&gt;then maybe to xanga.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they did the xanga stage while i was still at blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;and what the hell is twitter for, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;i have a twitter account and i have no idea what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;technology is getting confusing lately.&lt;br /&gt;so many applications,&lt;br /&gt;so little time to understand their pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;right-o back to contract law.&lt;br /&gt;capacity to contract and vitiating factors call my name-oooooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-3877373988040646039?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3877373988040646039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3877373988040646039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3877373988040646039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3877373988040646039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-difference-between-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7218377191699531150</id><published>2009-08-21T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:38:24.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;just updated my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages and ages and ages since i've posted on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;since i've got livejournal now,&lt;br /&gt;i've abandoned blogger.&lt;br /&gt;there are somethings i missed on blogger though.&lt;br /&gt;even though lj provides nice nice stuff like the pretty interface and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;and locked posts and yada, yada,&lt;br /&gt;i definitely miss the blogskins and the stuff you can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;totally miss html codes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may post once in a while here.&lt;br /&gt;just to keep this alive and such.&lt;br /&gt;link to my livejournal's in the links page.&lt;br /&gt;it's the second bar from the last in the last row.&lt;br /&gt;just in case you were wondering:D&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;back to my supposed, pseudo-studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anniyeong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8323525600043496118</id><published>2008-11-10T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:37:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay! alright.&lt;br /&gt;previous post &lt;strike&gt;just now&lt;/strike&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;was just venting.&lt;br /&gt;it's all over and gone now.&lt;br /&gt;*tosses problem into the wind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun time &lt;strike&gt;today&lt;/strike&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went with michelle, zhelin and ngkk to ehub to watch quantum of solace.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have some friends who don't really care for james bond,&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;each person to his/her own.&lt;br /&gt;met up with girlfriends at TM,&lt;br /&gt;and went for lunch at BK.&lt;br /&gt;zhelin met some sportsculb peeps from SP.&lt;br /&gt;DB peeps to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;freaking DB guys, with their freaking tans and buldging muscles.&lt;br /&gt;commented on their shirt,&lt;br /&gt;and how TP has hotter guys.&lt;br /&gt;then our convo swerved to how how people are usally found in engineering school.&lt;br /&gt;have to kind of agree.&lt;br /&gt;especially since i've seen some SP maritime guys,&lt;br /&gt;and compared several engine guys to other school guys.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. DROOL.&lt;br /&gt;right. okay. ignore all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore the guys were eavesdropping on our convo lah.&lt;br /&gt;they were sitting behind us and when we mentioned engineering guys,&lt;br /&gt;they were silent.&lt;br /&gt;or so michelle said.&lt;br /&gt;whatttttttever lah.&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt, take it with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;right. then we bid goodbye to the guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually it was zhelin who said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;michelle and i just smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and headed off to jalan a bit since we were still early to meet ngkk at ehub.&lt;br /&gt;there was some kind of road show for shop and save in CS,&lt;br /&gt;some grabbing money thing.&lt;br /&gt;hightailed out of there ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to ehub early to scout out dinner place and&lt;br /&gt;in the end got stuck at the arcade,&lt;br /&gt;playing the new rambo game.&lt;br /&gt;ngkk appeared and we went to get our snacks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;went through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it, and laughed/cursed/stared wide-eyed&lt;br /&gt;at the scenes.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[SPOILERS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally like this movie the best,&lt;br /&gt;cause it still shows the sentimental side of bond,&lt;br /&gt;not the completely cold-hearted, womanizer, man-whore bond.&lt;br /&gt;he still loves vesper,&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much he denies it,&lt;br /&gt;he's out to seek revenge for her,&lt;br /&gt;"some one dear to him".&lt;br /&gt;it's heart wrenching to see the last scene,&lt;br /&gt;him throwing vesper's necklace in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;that's where he becomes the ultimate man-whore of all.&lt;br /&gt;it's saddening actually,&lt;br /&gt;cause under all that womanizing exterior,&lt;br /&gt;he's still quite the british gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;i did like the fighting scenes between bond and others.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to see someone crying so emotionally in casino royale&lt;br /&gt;simply stab the neck of his opponent and watch him die without&lt;br /&gt;so much as a flicker of feeling on his face.&lt;br /&gt;scary, it is.&lt;br /&gt;my heart wrenched for bond for a moment when,&lt;br /&gt;in one of the first few scenes,&lt;br /&gt;M shows him a file on vesper.&lt;br /&gt;he says he doesn't care, but secretly,&lt;br /&gt;he steals one of the pictures with vesper and her former boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and keeps it with him.&lt;br /&gt;then in another scene, he takes it out and looks at it with such a saddened&lt;br /&gt;look in his eyes, it makes you want to go over and give him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;he shows his tender side when his ally, Mathis dies in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;then dumps his dead cold body in a dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my impression of him took a nosedive off the face of Everest&lt;br /&gt;that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;i do like his cool exterior.&lt;br /&gt;it make me smile, that way he smoothly maneuvers through everything.&lt;br /&gt;he has seriously smooth moves, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and dumb pick up lines.&lt;br /&gt;"i can't seem to find... the stationery. would you come in to help me look for it?"&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, and the computers at MI6 rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna buy those kind of technology when it comes out,&lt;br /&gt;provided i'm working and earning big bucks of course.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing?&lt;br /&gt;NO SEX SCENES WITH THE MAIN BOND GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;yes, there was the fact that bond bedded ms strawberry fields,&lt;br /&gt;who was brutally killed by drowning in oil later,&lt;br /&gt;but hey, he didn't bed camille,&lt;br /&gt;and she was hotter, WAY hotter than little ms i grow fruits on me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, camille's all golden tan and looooooong pretty legs,&lt;br /&gt;but strawberry fields?&lt;br /&gt;red hair and a brit accent?&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;[SPOILER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. no more spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;all those covering your ears/eyes&lt;br /&gt;can go on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to dinner after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed japanese food while telling ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;SP seriously had nice ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;ate and chatted until like, 8.&lt;br /&gt;saw the ferris wheel, and decided to go on it.&lt;br /&gt;had fun, cause the bright lights were making me high.&lt;br /&gt;well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;zhelin was scared when we reached the top&lt;br /&gt;and was grabbing on to the bar in the middle of the little capsule thingy.&lt;br /&gt;laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;went two rounds, then we sadly got off.&lt;br /&gt;walked to WS, where we went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;had fun pretending to be a sniper.&lt;br /&gt;by goddamn the scope.&lt;br /&gt;made me lose twice.&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;then went to play the basketball machine.&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm quite good at it, i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;nearly went pass the second stage, if not for MRNGKK.&lt;br /&gt;who's interference made me miss the mark by TWO freaking points.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;stayed there until 9, then we decided to leave,&lt;br /&gt;seeing as we all needed to go back to school &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to complete my crim law,&lt;br /&gt;without skipping alot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm supposed to be packing then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but as we all know,&lt;br /&gt;wei qi always packs 15 minutes before she leaves the house.&lt;br /&gt;so yah. maybe i'll just arrange my file, then i'll snooze.&lt;br /&gt;ok. wei qi will now end her post and she will go pack her file for &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today&lt;br /&gt;and wei qi will stop talking in a third person's perspective now.&lt;br /&gt;damn. wei qi still has not done the above.&lt;br /&gt;ah. WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;wei qi bids everybody goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;and hopes she will not refer to herself in&lt;br /&gt;third person &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt; later today anymore.&lt;br /&gt;she says goodnight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-8323525600043496118?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8323525600043496118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=8323525600043496118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8323525600043496118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8323525600043496118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-1199771865723577391</id><published>2008-11-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:21:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn do it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&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/28469242-1199771865723577391?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1199771865723577391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=1199771865723577391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1199771865723577391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1199771865723577391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-4220205141265100642</id><published>2008-11-04T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:53:04.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;it's already the third week of school,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still freaking lost.&lt;br /&gt;i can barely finish printing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't caught up on my reading for almost everything&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going broke.&lt;br /&gt;my score's supposed to get better,&lt;br /&gt;but it's getting chuier and chuier.&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting depressing cause&lt;br /&gt;POLITE is coming up,&lt;br /&gt;and i reeeeeaaaallllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;wanna get a gold or something.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of it,&lt;br /&gt;there's HIM and like.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn guilt, the goddamn guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah.&lt;br /&gt;the month just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough doom and gloom.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated derence's birthday on halloween.&lt;br /&gt;jane, emi, melanie and i rushed to four leaf to get him a&lt;br /&gt;sinful chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;surprised him during during micro.&lt;br /&gt;results were not expected.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we re-surprised him later after lessons in iLaw.&lt;br /&gt;something damn funny happened lah.&lt;br /&gt;we lit the candles in iLaw and  after derence blew out the candles,&lt;br /&gt;we realised something.&lt;br /&gt;there was smoke from the candles.&lt;br /&gt;and smoke usually triggers&lt;br /&gt;SPRINKLERS.&lt;br /&gt;we saw something on the celing blinking red and we panicked.&lt;br /&gt;we were competely screaming and panicking,&lt;br /&gt;going "ZHAO ARH! ZHAO ARH! NA BAG SIAM ARH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically meaning run arh, run arh, take bag hide arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we grabbed our stuff and we ran, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened.&lt;br /&gt;so we got back and enjoyed the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. getting my bow soon,&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~&lt;br /&gt;imma gonna be carting a bomb bag around soon.&lt;br /&gt;right. randomness.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be going off now before i go off the rocker once again.&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/28469242-4220205141265100642?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4220205141265100642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=4220205141265100642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/4220205141265100642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/4220205141265100642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-312758496773236284</id><published>2008-10-19T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:23:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well well well.&lt;br /&gt;the two months holidays are coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;and frankly m'dear,&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chanelling rhett butler here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. summary of my holidays in five words or less.&lt;br /&gt;eat. sleep. archery. party. slack.&lt;br /&gt;there. five words or less.&lt;br /&gt;sad existence, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, between my last post and now,&lt;br /&gt;not alot's really happened.&lt;br /&gt;only major thing was jinglun's BBQ&lt;br /&gt;and dinner with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;YAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, i'm not bi, nor am i lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriends here mean extremely good female friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i like penises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right. chanelling grey's anatomy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;okay. the last week of holidays,&lt;br /&gt;and monday was devoted to dinner with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;presented my best girlfriend, michelle&lt;br /&gt;with her early birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. bleated and all, but i gave her a gift early.&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;calling me at 8 god damn thirty on the actual day&lt;br /&gt;ASKING 'OH, WHEN IS MICHELLE'S BIRTHDAY?'&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep, damnnit.&lt;br /&gt;and you should remember!&lt;br /&gt;she's your god sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know i'm talking about you nicholasgohkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. and i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back to the dinner.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we met at shameem's house to eat the most fab mutton rendang.&lt;br /&gt;left us wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, shameem's mum is a&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ZAI cook.&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;had a gossip session over dessert,&lt;br /&gt;and some how ended talking about&lt;br /&gt;DIY breast milk?!&lt;br /&gt;right, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was supposed to be archery,&lt;br /&gt;but training got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;giving me more time to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;slacked some more, wayched Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;ended up sleeping then watching sound of music.&lt;br /&gt;you gotta love that show.&lt;br /&gt;DOREMIFASOLATIDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was back to training.&lt;br /&gt;gam gam ho,&lt;br /&gt;our board was shifted to 30m.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to watch as our arrows flew all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart pain leh. 112 bucks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acheived my all time lowest score.&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAH.&lt;br /&gt;depressed.&lt;br /&gt;after two trainings of 30, i only have one thign to say.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO BACK TO TWENTY LAH!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna spam twenty again.&lt;br /&gt;i need to boost my morale, dammnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;so after training was jinglun's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;rushed home to shower and change&lt;br /&gt;then headed to heartland mall to help serkiat and jingru with the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;headed to jinglun's condo after that,&lt;br /&gt;only to find the BBQ pit wet beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was raining, damnnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked out a way and went up to help jinglun bring the stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;apparently some one was playing with the lift and it was going&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i guess it was fixed or so,&lt;br /&gt;cause it worked fine when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;right brought down the friend rice and the punch and the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;kind of fought over the punch,&lt;br /&gt;cause let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;the guy makes damn nice punch.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the rest to come, then when BC and Lao Da came,&lt;br /&gt;they set up the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;had a competition on fire starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have a video of that somewhere, if i can dig it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had tons of great fun,&lt;br /&gt;managed to get tons of great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait. who am i supposed to send them to again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i always forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was duly irritated by weiching on the bus ride home with&lt;br /&gt;serkiat, jingru, vannchua and yangshen.&lt;br /&gt;he was trying to come up with a christian name for me,&lt;br /&gt;and well, let's say, in the future,&lt;br /&gt;he better let his wife name his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've gotta warn vannho about him.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;COSANDRA? WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got home quite late, and surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;not buzzed, considering the amount of jimbean and bacardi i consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which technically, wasn't much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not much happened after.&lt;br /&gt;poor emi got bitten by rocky, her dog&lt;br /&gt;wanted to visit her, but was busy on the days i could go visit.&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON EMI!&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;man, i love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bar chor mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TOTAL HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;i finally ate it after close to four weeks of not eating it.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;came back, caught up on my HK dramas.&lt;br /&gt;and youtube-ed until late.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. minor controversy with my PM just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no, bingchen, it's not you in my PM.&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate anyone on the team.&lt;br /&gt;hate is such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;dislike maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;love my time table, cause no class startes before 10,&lt;br /&gt;'cept for thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking french for my CDS.&lt;br /&gt;not very happy, cause i wanted jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i could cheat and pull up my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMMMMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but, life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie people!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. i guess that's all i have for now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CIAOS(:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop leaving roses outside my door. it's not going to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;please. i don't like you like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-312758496773236284?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/312758496773236284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=312758496773236284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/312758496773236284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/312758496773236284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3699493812538449596</id><published>2008-10-08T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:00:12.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate having a cold.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all,&lt;br /&gt;i have strained hamstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if that's how you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what ever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I HATE BEING SICK.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMNIT.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-3699493812538449596?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3699493812538449596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3699493812538449596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3699493812538449596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3699493812538449596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-9027785754433352313</id><published>2008-10-06T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:40:43.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;had tons and tons of fun today.&lt;br /&gt;managed to blade again,&lt;br /&gt;then headed to bingchen's birthday chalet.&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BING CHEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons and tons and tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the day started as normal,&lt;br /&gt;with me waking up late,&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with the 'rents,&lt;br /&gt;yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;so i was happily catching up on the HK drama serial&lt;br /&gt;when i finally realised i was going to be late&lt;br /&gt;rushed out of home, then managed to reach WS early,&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;went kia kia for a while while waiting for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;they came and we headed to the rental store.&lt;br /&gt;made a huge mistake before starting to blade.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO CHECK THE BLADES!&lt;br /&gt;so i realised that my blades were chui-ing&lt;br /&gt;like, 1/4 way into the route.&lt;br /&gt;actually it felt weird cause i couldn't accelerate or do sharp turns,&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't brake properly,&lt;br /&gt;but i though it was cause i was getting chui-er at blading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite depressing lah, i must admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised it was my blades, cause i felt i was like slanting.&lt;br /&gt;so i said to poryee and kaijie:&lt;br /&gt;eh, why like i so seah arh?&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i slid on a sharp turn and fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was damn embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DUM DUM!&lt;br /&gt;the brake flew off.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't notice it until later.&lt;br /&gt;the wheel lasted until the bridge, like 50+ metres away from where i slid.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i had to walk back half barefooted&lt;br /&gt;still in my socks,&lt;br /&gt;back to the rental place to change the skates.&lt;br /&gt;leonard got lost, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;he was late, so i had to direct him by phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is the singularly most hardest damn thing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to blade out and find him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;skated until five, then meet up with koon kit and supposedly cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl was late, so we headed off to buy bingchen's present.&lt;br /&gt;decided on a belt, black and white buckle.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't really figure his waist size,&lt;br /&gt;so we used a combination of guesstimation and my waist to measure.&lt;br /&gt;we concluded that his waist is smaller than mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is damn dapressing man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and that i had the best guesstimation,&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda incharge of getting the belt-.-&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we headed to bingchen's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;EOC-ed a while in one of the chalet rooms,&lt;br /&gt;played with megan, BC's neice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is damn cute, and damn hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we helped set up the BBQ pit.&lt;br /&gt;BBQed food for a while,&lt;br /&gt;then the seniors came.&lt;br /&gt;resumed BBQing, then i gave up,&lt;br /&gt;too hot and tired.&lt;br /&gt;so sat with the seniors, juniors and freshies and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;lenard decide he wanted a cocktail of sorts,&lt;br /&gt;so siakhong went to mix one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much liquor, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued to chat until it was time for the cake cutting.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for them to set up the cake, we pratically camped in front&lt;br /&gt;of the air conditioning unit near the door.&lt;br /&gt;more jokes, birthday song, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;then we returned to our camping grounds.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i was squished in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;so i was squished, squashed, pancaked,&lt;br /&gt;ETC, ETC, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;finally dove out for air, only to end up in the middle again.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;then yangsheng came up with a devious plan, smear BC with cream.&lt;br /&gt;we were successful, but he returned the favour.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to dodge his first attempt at smearing cream on my face&lt;br /&gt;by dashing out to the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;but, i was cornered in the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;due to a bad strategical error&lt;br /&gt;and geographical disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;managed a double shot while i was trying to escape the loo.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, the door swung inwards, not outwards.&lt;br /&gt;so, i was trapped.&lt;br /&gt;managed to wash it off successfully.&lt;br /&gt;ppor cheryl got it in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a few rounds of taitee&lt;br /&gt;then watched a few rounds of mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;we then induldged in our favourite past time,&lt;br /&gt;TAU-POK.&lt;br /&gt;bingchen was the first poor, unlucky soul.&lt;br /&gt;followed by ahpok,&lt;br /&gt;then finally, leonard.&lt;br /&gt;we also realised a new test to find out if guys are really drunk.&lt;br /&gt;that was utilised greatly in the above three activites.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so much that i couldn't breath, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i got these precious moments on tape, film, memory, what ever.&lt;br /&gt;just note that i have the videos. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;can;t remember who i'm supposed to sent to,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll figure out &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i shall go and sleep,&lt;br /&gt;before i get high again.&lt;br /&gt;night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-9027785754433352313?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9027785754433352313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=9027785754433352313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/9027785754433352313'/><link 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this is the first time i've ventured a post.&lt;br /&gt;okay, quick update.&lt;br /&gt;very eventful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i've taken a sub paper for macro,&lt;br /&gt;i'm buying my own bow soon,&lt;br /&gt;we manage to surprise melanie&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i managed to survive camp!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. camp's not as bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first.&lt;br /&gt;they finally issued bows to us!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i got the ever elusive left-hander bow&lt;br /&gt;and i'm it's sole user.&lt;br /&gt;it's good to not be sharing the bow, cause i get to shoot&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on and on and on,&lt;br /&gt;well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjkjXbd9HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PiCk3V-PyoM/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjkjXbd9HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PiCk3V-PyoM/s320/DSC02996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249196661936092274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there's the picture of the bow i'm using&lt;br /&gt;with my kit and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;yes,a nd i'm finally odering my own bow,&lt;br /&gt;but that's going to cost quite a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on to the melanie thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, it was her birthday on monday,&lt;br /&gt;and we decided to gather at emi's house on sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;to bake a cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;it was a major success!&lt;br /&gt;so it's a YAY for jane, emi and i.&lt;br /&gt;brought the cake over to mel's.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to surprise her on monday,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we just decided to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;was close to 1030 at night when we brought the cake over&lt;br /&gt;felt like i was on some uber secret mission.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so great to see mel after some time too!&lt;br /&gt;the look on her face was classic!&lt;br /&gt;i love surprising melanie sometimes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjl_oS-1QI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VKhEgORtt1o/s1600-h/DSC02999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjl_oS-1QI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VKhEgORtt1o/s320/DSC02999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249198247011865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, the above is the table after completing the cake,&lt;br /&gt;and being in the process of baking a second cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjl_9SIYXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7bkXSFD4daQ/s1600-h/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SNjl_9SIYXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7bkXSFD4daQ/s320/DSC02998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249198252645441906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the completed cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAHLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;well now,&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back with another post shortly.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't hold your breaths waiting.&lt;br /&gt;you know how i like to drag(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/28469242-5853419827931704967?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5853419827931704967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6592086556335738993</id><published>2008-08-13T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:18:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;我搞不懂　我們到底怎麼了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;誠實的背後　是否住著傷口　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我想不透　我們的愛怎麼了　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;雨下過以後　是否能讓什麼復活&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;searched this online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;context isn't all that right, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the meaning's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is part of SHE's song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我們怎麼了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happened to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were once so tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want things to go back,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-6592086556335738993?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6592086556335738993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=6592086556335738993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6592086556335738993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6592086556335738993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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which latched on to mel and jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost latched on to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dodged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for steamboat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHOCOLATE FONDUE IS LOVE MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okok, blasted big bucks ytd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally love jane and melanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much jokes(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously kinda lazy to post more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanging in iLaw with jane now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for macro to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall end off here now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CIAOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6609890863354682968</id><published>2008-08-11T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:41:16.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;back for a post!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;today was, well,&lt;br /&gt;damn reduntant.&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for a revision lecture which lasted for like,&lt;br /&gt;an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, decided to go watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;with jane, ben and bensao (eexuan)&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;prom night was our choice,&lt;br /&gt;but the freaking line was soooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;damn damn long.&lt;br /&gt;went to swensons to eat instead, and watched love guru.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;and pervy to a point.&lt;br /&gt;but, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea that justin timberlake was acting in love guru.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i was torn between drooling at his freaking cool popping&lt;br /&gt;(okok, and impressive abs) or&lt;br /&gt;being disgusted at his role.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS, in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny that ben.&lt;br /&gt;we took fifteen to TM.&lt;br /&gt;so apparently ben got off at the wrong stop.&lt;br /&gt;he was standing at the bus stop at the stop&lt;br /&gt;before we were supposed to stop at.&lt;br /&gt;he was carrying eexuan's laptop, open,&lt;br /&gt;looking totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. like some totally lost little boy.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. actually have noting much to post today.&lt;br /&gt;shall go off now.&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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YAY!&lt;br /&gt;re-watched dark knight today.&lt;br /&gt;but this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cue dramatic drum roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IN GOLD CLASS&lt;br /&gt;OMG. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;but worth every single cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_veniwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6ZPx81wZQAM/s1600-h/GLAM+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_veniwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6ZPx81wZQAM/s320/GLAM+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537349244029698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, yes, all that glitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i seriously felt like some tai-tai today.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit,&lt;br /&gt;it's impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_l3zHpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_L5znaWry-g/s1600-h/GLAM+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_l3zHpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_L5znaWry-g/s320/GLAM+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537346665291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the seats are DAMN posh&lt;br /&gt;freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECLINING&lt;/span&gt; OSIM-esque chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and may i add, electronically reclining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and it's oh-so spacey!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and they provide &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLANKETS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glam or not??!?!?!?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHjvLqPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V-ABz9Jvzy0/s1600-h/GLAM+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHjvLqPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V-ABz9Jvzy0/s320/GLAM+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535284507977970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes, that's my seat,&lt;br /&gt;with my barang-barang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zG_k-9zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eN4FPFBUua0/s1600-h/GLAM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zG_k-9zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eN4FPFBUua0/s320/GLAM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535274801526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call, the entrance to HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;read it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okok, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heaven, i tell you, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lounge in there.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and they deliver the food you order&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT TO THE LITTLE TABLE YOU HAVE NEXT TO YOUR SEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHtdApOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FP4eb0wmr3g/s1600-h/GLAM+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHtdApOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FP4eb0wmr3g/s320/GLAM+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535287116113122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that's the table, with the seat number and a little built in dustbin(:&lt;br /&gt;ohoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;, and a little call button with green light:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;the seats are so comfy, i nearly fell asleep once i sat down.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun trying the reclining abilities of the chair.&lt;br /&gt;and the blankets are oh-so warm.&lt;br /&gt;they're like, black felt with the cute little words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHbRpcdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OpaIZhvrZXQ/s1600-h/GLAM+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zHbRpcdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OpaIZhvrZXQ/s320/GLAM+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535282236617170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;gave it the damn high class feel.&lt;br /&gt;and it felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;good to be waited on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the Gold Class hall abit to early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i bit too kancheong:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was told by the nice lady that&lt;br /&gt;we were 'a bit too early'&lt;br /&gt;and were directed into the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;felt so, GLAM.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i digress.&lt;br /&gt;ordered the set meal, and coke.&lt;br /&gt;and as an after thought,&lt;br /&gt;got the Singapore Slinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_WLnJJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9X3EaiRJ8bQ/s1600-h/GLAM+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_WLnJJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9X3EaiRJ8bQ/s320/GLAM+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537342453425298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, it's national day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just showing some patriotism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the appetisers came first,&lt;br /&gt;my lovely homemade mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zH8DpBMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNlQKbx7OXg/s1600-h/GLAM+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ2zH8DpBMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNlQKbx7OXg/s320/GLAM+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535291036239042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;or once in my entire life of drinking soups,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the roll of bread was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok, so kill me for being dramatic,&lt;br /&gt;but hey, those rolls are supposed to be WARM!&lt;br /&gt;the rest of our meal was served while we were watching DK&lt;br /&gt;in the cinema hall, on those cute little tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was soooooooooooo full after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;was planning for having my Godvia chocolates with the dessert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_-pTB4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xhsK4X4eLbw/s1600-h/GLAM+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_-pTB4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xhsK4X4eLbw/s320/GLAM+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537353315354498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the dessert was like, a HUGE slice of chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was enjoyable,&lt;br /&gt;though i watched it once.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, the sound was sooooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello, the chairs even vibrated with the loud bangs and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;still enjoyed the christian bale/bruce wayne parts.&lt;br /&gt;the Lambo scenes were funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SPOILERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; will you be wanting the batpod, sir? '&lt;br /&gt;' in the middle of the day, Alfred? not very subtle '&lt;br /&gt;' The Lamborghini , then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[deadpan sarcasm]&lt;/span&gt; Much more subtle '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' that was a very brave thing you did, wayne. '&lt;br /&gt;' what? trying to catch the light? '&lt;br /&gt;' you mean you weren't protecting the van? '&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [acting oblivious]&lt;/span&gt; why? who was in it? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[coleman comes out from the van]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bruce looks at him, nods.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[coleman nods back]&lt;br /&gt;[looks innocently at Gordon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' do you think i need to go to the hospital? '&lt;br /&gt;' you don't really watch the news, do you, mr. wayne? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;but i totally loved his LAMBO and ARMANI suits.&lt;br /&gt;made him look all so much hotter.&lt;br /&gt;i must insist that any guy that i go out with,&lt;br /&gt;now or in the future,&lt;br /&gt;should be able to carry off suits like&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Wayne/Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i swear i'm going to name my son Christian in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;ok, and i digress.&lt;br /&gt;but, still, heath stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEATH LEDGER.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;you were a great actor,&lt;br /&gt;whose greatness will live forever on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his potrayal of the JOKER was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;it was so realistic i was wondering through out the movie&lt;br /&gt;if he was actually a closet psycopath.&lt;br /&gt;no offence to him meant at all.&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;digressing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the Gold Class topic.&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is what my space looks like after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_TU48_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sQB_W3SQxYA/s1600-h/GLAM+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_TU48_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sQB_W3SQxYA/s320/GLAM+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537341687034866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my barang-barang was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;and the blanket was, ermmm...&lt;br /&gt;some where.&lt;br /&gt;(hiding behind my barang barang i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's all for now, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohoh. i bought a new book.(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAMN. DIGRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so, erm, yah.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;CYA FOLKS!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-5541779589617700868?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5541779589617700868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=5541779589617700868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5541779589617700868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5541779589617700868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/lols_09.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SJ20_veniwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6ZPx81wZQAM/s72-c/GLAM+%2828%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-4865838371489811338</id><published>2008-08-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:43:33.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLS. posting for the fourth time today.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;finally headed to NUM with JANE and SUE to get our Havianas.&lt;br /&gt;Jane and i got the white, gold&amp;amp;silver flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;hers had silver straps, mine had gold.&lt;br /&gt;then since there was an offer, we got another pair.&lt;br /&gt;hers, pink with black straps, mine, brown with white straps.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. YAYNESS. finally got those Havs after months of salivating after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;when we were buying havianas, something actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally interrupted one of the sales peep's dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;and then when he came over to help, i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;kept quiet about that litte thought until we left NUM&lt;br /&gt;so i went like,&lt;br /&gt;'eh, that guy quite cute leh.'&lt;br /&gt;in the end, jane and sue went back to get his number&lt;br /&gt;for me while i was buying newspaper for my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. wondering when to SMS him.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll sms him on monday. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-4865838371489811338?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4865838371489811338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=4865838371489811338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/4865838371489811338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/4865838371489811338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7297619957210944320</id><published>2008-08-08T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:38:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My Gender and 7 Things I Want in A Partner"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gender: Female(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. funny, witty, a bit sarcastic. hey, it makes our conversations all so much more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. willing to indulge in crazy moments with me at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. adores kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. does not always give in to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want someone to love me, not spoil me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i want some one to spoil me, i'll find a sugar daddy, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides, i'm capable of spoiling myself~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. some one who can stand my mood swings and gives me personal space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. some one who doesn't mind me spending large amounts of time with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i'm attached doesn't mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to turn my back on my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. gets along well with the 'rents and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate being sandwiched in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAGGED(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zhe Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loo Kuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JiaWen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7297619957210944320?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7297619957210944320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=7297619957210944320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7297619957210944320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7297619957210944320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-gender-and-7-things-i-want-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3219800891499009326</id><published>2008-08-08T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:27:29.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COMPLETED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINITO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i simply cannot believe it~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my projects/presentations are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am currently at iLaw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacking aroung, waiting for jane to go for her BA interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we're heading for E-Hub to buy havianas and have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGOMGOMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still cannot believe my OP/presentations are all over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 2008 Olympics Opening Cermony is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doubt i'll be able to watch, but, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;080808, nice number LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;historic event, yo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLOLOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah seh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine if one day i go to the olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAH~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NONSENSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't think i have a chance lah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all over, yo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-3219800891499009326?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3219800891499009326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3219800891499009326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3219800891499009326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3219800891499009326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-its-over-completed-finito-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-4620178527921351296</id><published>2008-08-08T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:00:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i realise i have seemed to&lt;br /&gt;have left my blog dead for a periodof time.&lt;br /&gt;no excuse except this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAZINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;life's been so-so now.&lt;br /&gt;ironed out some problems,&lt;br /&gt;new ones came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, projects, projects.&lt;br /&gt;that all we can talk about lately.&lt;br /&gt;2/3 of the presentations are done,&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;last presentation &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today.&lt;br /&gt;FINAL OP&lt;br /&gt;LSM and LCOMM combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first of our barrage of presentations was OB&lt;br /&gt;now, that was a satisfying presentation.&lt;br /&gt;best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS TO THE FOLLOWING&lt;br /&gt;SIDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[fearful leader and Oscar Awardee!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[Oscar Award Winner; Best Actor!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[Oscar Award Winner; Best VIDEO TAKING AND EDITING]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAMEENAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[Best Actress!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, following that was macro.&lt;br /&gt;a bit screwed, but we managed to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely, may i add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a huge sigh of relief escaped me as we stepped out the room.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i didn't really know half of what i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;had a crisis the morning before,&lt;br /&gt;but all was resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today is OP&lt;br /&gt;and this is seriously&lt;br /&gt;COCKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;FCUKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm praying hard,&lt;br /&gt;hoping it will turn out okay,&lt;br /&gt;like OB and Macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't really rehearse before hand for OB.&lt;br /&gt;only got in a few half-hearted trys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and maybe one or two actuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;didn't even rehearse before hand for Macro.&lt;br /&gt;and we managed on fine,&lt;br /&gt;if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;THE SHOW MUST GO ON.&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or in famous last words,&lt;br /&gt;"even if your underware drop up there [on stage],&lt;br /&gt;you also cannot let them [audience] know."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how the groups you have the most confidence in can screw up the most.&lt;br /&gt;and the opposite happens for the group you feel like will fail.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, it's seriously true in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in no way are the below words intended to to hurt or defame anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;any hurt or defamation meant was purely accidental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had thought from the start that my OB group was destined for failure&lt;br /&gt;and that my Macro group would flourish.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it turned out that my OB group had the most satisfying results.&lt;br /&gt;although several members&lt;br /&gt;*ahembenahemderenceahem*&lt;br /&gt;do not have a reputation for doing their work,&lt;br /&gt;they submitted beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;although late,&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hesitate to put a six on their PAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my macro group that made me feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all in all, the above stays true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, OP now.&lt;br /&gt;lots of MAJOR SCREW UPS.&lt;br /&gt;damn it all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for everything to end.&lt;br /&gt;redcliff with JANE on sun,&lt;br /&gt;darkknight[AGAIN] with SIAKHONG on sat.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. digressing.&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so screwed up now.&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm not i the middle,&lt;br /&gt;i feel the tension and strain.&lt;br /&gt;i know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;strange role reversal, with unexpected people.&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;it seems like&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE HAVEING A FCUKING CRISIS WITH OP&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE'LL BE PRESENTING 9+ HOURS FROM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;damn screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;SCREW YOU MAN. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT SHIT ADVICE?!?!!? SERIOUSLY, GO FCUK THE WALL LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WHO DO YOU FCUKING THINK YOU ARE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SCREW YOU, SERIOUSLY, SCREW YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seriously didn't help elevate mt stress level,&lt;br /&gt;or calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;but it did take away some anger.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i was on the verge of a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;then jane came along, and said four simple words.&lt;br /&gt;'JY for your group(:'&lt;br /&gt;shone some sunlight right there and then, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it's dramatic by your standards.&lt;br /&gt;it did help.&lt;br /&gt;okay. now i shall try to encourage myself,&lt;br /&gt;and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i shall refine my part tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;chin up, weiqi~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;THE SHOW MUST GO ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6326189158806433994</id><published>2008-07-15T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:12:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;i need somewhere to unload.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wound up so tight i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;i've cried too much already.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be a crybaby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to be strong, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;STAY STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-6326189158806433994?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-1964302371030522461</id><published>2008-07-15T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:04:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blogging from school again.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel so good now.&lt;br /&gt;more mental than physical pain now.&lt;br /&gt;realized something at training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;life's life.&lt;br /&gt;let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-1964302371030522461?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1964302371030522461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-473652355455051864</id><published>2008-07-07T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:09:18.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through the mist you held out your hand,&lt;br /&gt;and led me through the horrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;but then i went and scratched your hand,&lt;br /&gt;your grip on me is loosening so.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to grasp but you won't hold,&lt;br /&gt;i am drowning, not a sould knows.&lt;br /&gt;your hand arises again,&lt;br /&gt;but hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;scared of the scratch that was once given.&lt;br /&gt;the future is now to be foretold,&lt;br /&gt;would your hand grasp or slip,&lt;br /&gt;no one knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-473652355455051864?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/473652355455051864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=473652355455051864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/473652355455051864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/473652355455051864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/through-mist-you-held-out-your-hand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6706528608214710351</id><published>2008-07-06T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:23:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDt7bwxAyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vktzAyOlAJE/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;firstly, i would wish a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to EMI and GABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1st july and 4th july respectively(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out on saturday after training to celebrate gabe's birthday&lt;br /&gt;at his club with mahjong and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with jane and i were gabe (duh), jerome, shaun, louis, theodore&amp;amp;his gf.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;that place made me feel like som tai-tai going for her weekly&lt;br /&gt;mahjong cum gossip sessions.&lt;br /&gt;'cept for the fact that tai-tais don't wear FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;okok. i just found another mocktail which tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drumroll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;presenting,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SUNSET!&lt;br /&gt;okok, it's nice. had two cups of that.&lt;br /&gt;set me back 14 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;apparently i became the lucky charm of sorts?&lt;br /&gt;gabe got a good hand when i was sitting next to him,&lt;br /&gt;shaun won a game of mahjong when i was "teaching" him.&lt;br /&gt;and he was a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;okok. we were supposed to watch a movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but there were no show that ended before gabe's curfew.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went to clark quay.&lt;br /&gt;the guys wanted to drink,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so they went to get two bottles of beer.&lt;br /&gt;jane and i ended up drinking a bit as well.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we walked and drank,&lt;br /&gt;then decided to sit across the river, opposite the G5.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;you get a damn high kick seeing the bungee chord release,&lt;br /&gt;and see the pod being catapulted into the air.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go on that, but the tics cost 50, minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIGH LAH!&lt;br /&gt;got home close to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY talked to coach about letting me shoot leftie.&lt;br /&gt;happyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i have to buy left handed equipment.&lt;br /&gt;ordered finger tab and arm guard already.&lt;br /&gt;40 bucks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wah. SIANS.&lt;br /&gt;but, still, kind of worth it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but imagine if i have to buy metal bow.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start saving like siaozings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plus all the accessories.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i should think its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with michelle, and gang on friday for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good to see the old gang after oh-so-long.&lt;br /&gt;they gave me my EEAAAARRRRLLLLLYYY bday gifts.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THANKS BABES!&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and thanks nick(:)&lt;br /&gt;chitchatted like maddness.&lt;br /&gt;our meeting made me realise how much i missed them all.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to meet them more often.&lt;br /&gt;blame the fact that we're all spread out across s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;ling's in SP, nad's in NP, i'm in TP, and mic and nick are in MJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we're like, WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;all 'round the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but they really gave me a surprise with the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS TO THEM(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of surprises,&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that jane and emi surprised me the archery training&lt;br /&gt;right before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;my bday's on a sunday, so if they really surprise me like, during training,&lt;br /&gt;i really got nothing to say, but, OMG! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so guys, don't get any ideas!&lt;br /&gt;i totally don't want celebrations in school.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, pics at clark quay coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's all five of us, FINALLY, after many takes. (rather blurred though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDt64-BFnI/AAAAAAAAADU/JcySFHE_TaI/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDt64-BFnI/AAAAAAAAADU/JcySFHE_TaI/s320/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219933564103104114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weiqi&amp;amp;jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvrE64rrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eoN8eilIwp0/s1600-h/DSC02764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvrE64rrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eoN8eilIwp0/s320/DSC02764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219935491456544434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthdayboyGABE&amp;amp;weiqi&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvrbipF-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s7xyIPULyWk/s1600-h/DSC02769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvrbipF-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s7xyIPULyWk/s320/DSC02769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219935497528874978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shaun&amp;amp;weiqi&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvroeyE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LDmaMw0cE8Y/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SHDvroeyE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LDmaMw0cE8Y/s320/DSC02770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219935501002347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;louis&amp;amp;weiqi&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-722720703051549664</id><published>2008-07-01T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:24:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something i was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but nothing i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-722720703051549664?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/722720703051549664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=722720703051549664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;i'm in the school library now, after archery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUINESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what am i doing here instead of going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and going to enjoy the conveniences of home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting a friend later at two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, so, here i am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for one-thirty to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUINESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda don't mind staying in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's way better that my secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no names will be given lest i get sued by the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sot-dot principal of my secondary school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to head for iLaw, but remembered that it was close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUI!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, archery training was fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, maybe not that fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was the running that was cui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confession coming up here! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg. a CONFESSION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally suck in running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sprint yes, run, NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first two rounds were okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the freaking third to fifth round was complete &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahh. i completely threw in the towel in the third round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, my stomach was hurting like &lt;strong&gt;SIAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. i seriously feel so cui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BT was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the three fingers on my right hand feel like they're falling off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckily i'm left handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can still write on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speaking of writing on monday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have LSM test!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg, study.study!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, since training ended earlier than expected, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to take a leisurely shower in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showers in the swimming complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, my UG instincts kicked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foreign toilet = three minute shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the toilets are nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have warm water!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my secondary school doesn't have freaking warm water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tried to dry my hair with the hand dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn CUI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the cuiest thing today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was the only year one girl today -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUI MUCH?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ruth couldn't make it today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sarah was MIA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus i was the only one there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH LAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one more thing before i end my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i'm wearing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;business shirt, does not mean that i am a target on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bulls-eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;joking though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not about the target part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOLS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not that i was angry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i though it was rather funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cept for the fact that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was the one weqaring yellow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7739207306166567394?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7739207306166567394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hellohello&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be preparing for my presentation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't concentrate at all.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how crapped up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PPT&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;until i realised how crapped up my part for presentation was.&lt;br /&gt;so, i gotta go improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WAHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with seniors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hend&lt;/span&gt;, sham, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emi&lt;/span&gt; couldn't join us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WAHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SADDED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was fun, lots of laughs as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;had fun trying to differentiate between&lt;br /&gt;hend's peanut rice balls, and my sesame ones.&lt;br /&gt;finally we just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;ended up that there were 4 peanut ones and only two sesame ones.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;joke, man, joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponn-ed CSA today for LSM.&lt;br /&gt;didn;t really make much of a big difference,&lt;br /&gt;so yah. managed to accomplish something today,&lt;br /&gt;which was good, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. okay. i'm starting to have no idea as to what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;i better stop.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&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/28469242-6294154501622990140?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6294154501622990140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=6294154501622990140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6294154501622990140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6294154501622990140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/06/hellohello-im-supposed-to-be-preparing.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3741077822674425238</id><published>2008-06-25T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:22:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, it's 1220 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm blogging instead of doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;weeeelll,&lt;br /&gt;not exactly work.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;my self-imposed work, if i may call it.&lt;br /&gt;slacking off as usual to post this.&lt;br /&gt;this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to do a lot of things today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to go jogging,&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to read my crim law book,&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to pack my file.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to finish my macro, lsm and lcomm,&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;i've only fufilled around 2 to 3 of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah what ever, over with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;funny things happen today.&lt;br /&gt;first was the story of how melanie managed to get to school on time,&lt;br /&gt;despite leaving her house UBER late.&lt;br /&gt;ahem~&lt;br /&gt;with her hands full, she flagged a cab with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she got into the cab, she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banged it hard on the door frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amazingly, she reached school abit late.&lt;br /&gt;the amazing thing was that melanie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slipped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she was ducking under the masking tape&lt;br /&gt;that blocked off the toilet area, and nearing the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;she slipped as she was getting up!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note,&lt;br /&gt;aidah's back in school today!&lt;br /&gt;she was on MC for cracking her foot when she missed a step.&lt;br /&gt;was delighted to see her.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, school was, normal.&lt;br /&gt;the usual trying not to doze off during tuts,&lt;br /&gt;budget maggie mee lunches,&lt;br /&gt;hanging in iLaw,&lt;br /&gt;teasing around,&lt;br /&gt;completing projects,&lt;br /&gt;doing our tuts.&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i missed this life while at home.&lt;br /&gt;not to the extent of being desperate to race back to school,&lt;br /&gt;but well, at least smiling when i'm stepping through the gates of school.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the tuts that make me excited,&lt;br /&gt;but the fact that i get to work my mind over something,&lt;br /&gt;and not let it rust at home.&lt;br /&gt;it's challenging to be reading stuff like case reports.&lt;br /&gt;and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i've spent my holidays, well, like non-holidays.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i actually counted,&lt;br /&gt;i was only at home for three-four days in the fourteen day break.&lt;br /&gt;that's like, 2/7th of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;most of it was on projects,&lt;br /&gt;some of it was fun trips,&lt;br /&gt;like the Zoo and Night Safari!&lt;br /&gt;i love the place~&lt;br /&gt;photos will be up, probably in the next post i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the zoo was fun, rather expected,&lt;br /&gt;but fun, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;the NS however, was the pinnacle of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;the fire breathing show got us cheering like love sick groupies,&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't mind&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it at all!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we even took pictures with an owl and a snake.&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;the creatures of the night show was as expected, tourisy and loud.&lt;br /&gt;but i loved it all.&lt;br /&gt;it's fun to be actually treated like a tourist for once.&lt;br /&gt;they treat locals with familiarity, no mistake,&lt;br /&gt;but once the familiarity creeps on,&lt;br /&gt;one tends to forget that&lt;br /&gt;the line that seperates the ones that are serving&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that are being served&lt;br /&gt;is still there, just that it is invisible.&lt;br /&gt;snobbish it may sound, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;compare the service of the staff at the airport,&lt;br /&gt;take the reception centre for an example.&lt;br /&gt;there, they answer every question with a smile and seemingly infinite patience.&lt;br /&gt;but a reception cantre in a mall may just give you&lt;br /&gt;a stare and an impatient tut if you ask a question too much,&lt;br /&gt;in their opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. digressed.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to feel like a tourist knowing nothing about singapore for once.&lt;br /&gt;the tram was wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;therapy to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;and so was the hike.&lt;br /&gt;the cool night air made everything even more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have taken place&lt;br /&gt;in the time that has passed.&lt;br /&gt;some good, some bad.&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;but we have to take it in our stride.&lt;br /&gt;some moments were crushing to me,&lt;br /&gt;but from it, i've learnt more.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is forever,&lt;br /&gt;that i know.&lt;br /&gt;so treasure what you have now and create perfect memories&lt;br /&gt;before they're gone too fast to catch.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORBID&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the poet and emo in me, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;it's called a muse,&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;and she's returned from her 8 month long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i guess she was lost somewhere in Bora Bora.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's close to one, and i'm not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't read the crim law book and&lt;br /&gt;i swore i would get at least a chapter down.&lt;br /&gt;but, as life goes, it never comes true.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today has been rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;iLaw has proven to be one of my favourite places again.&lt;br /&gt;laughed lots there.&lt;br /&gt;laughing-something that gets increasing lesser as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;seinors there are great,&lt;br /&gt;ferhan, hend, nas, aidah, everybody(:&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, apparently, my army of muses have decided to abandon me now.&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au reviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8237636850519981666</id><published>2008-06-24T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:16:02.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHMIGOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just realised that i haven't posted in EONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blogging from school here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rather ironic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldn't blog at home, but i'll blog in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lot's of thing's happened recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not really wanting to go into too much detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda depressing to go through it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good and bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's all expected, so i should take it all in my stride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will continue later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CSA is starting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOTS(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-8237636850519981666?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8237636850519981666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can i seriously saw that i love my class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE 1L02!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay~ i totally adore 02 man.&lt;br /&gt;sup sup.&lt;br /&gt;so first week's over, and i decided to blog about it,&lt;br /&gt;seeing my last entry was basically about orientation.&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;333 my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;we are so on.&lt;br /&gt;week one has been rather eventful in so as to speak.&lt;br /&gt;the first day of school,&lt;br /&gt;jane left her PSP in the LT.&lt;br /&gt;so i scrambled back with her to find it.&lt;br /&gt;long story short, she retrieved it in the GO&lt;br /&gt;where we unknowingly met our new classmate,&lt;br /&gt;JASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the educated ahbeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, that guy is scarily sick lah.&lt;br /&gt;he's our regular little piggy bank of knowledge and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;and he's a nice nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came down with the flu,&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to alien targeting me at Law Orientation,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm recovering! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Jane went hyper since she saw her Eye Candy&lt;br /&gt;twice this week.&lt;br /&gt;once before going into the GO,&lt;br /&gt;second in the iLaw chambers.&lt;br /&gt;she's convinced that iLaw is her favourite place now.&lt;br /&gt;i saw her EC on tuesday, staying back in the library.&lt;br /&gt;but she wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;managed to see my EC a few times&lt;br /&gt;this week.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and i saw Mel's EC too.&lt;br /&gt;Jane insists that my EC likes me.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm. really meh?&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;as i like to say,&lt;br /&gt;the observer is cleared-eye, while the person involved is biased.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;旁觀者清, 當局者迷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direct chinese quote, woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;decided to join archery and toastmasters (try-outs).&lt;br /&gt;considering bowling cause my girls Char and Jane are going.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this classmate, who shall be known as&lt;br /&gt;Ms I'm-Going-Around-In-Circles-And-I-Ask-Stupid-Questions&lt;br /&gt;-Which-I-Think-Sound-Big-Cause-I-Like-To-Show-Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;formally shortened as Ms Circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, words cannot describe our, for lack of better words,&lt;br /&gt;irritation for her.&lt;br /&gt;massive bitching and gossip session of her on our almost nightly&lt;br /&gt;mass convo sessions.&lt;br /&gt;of course with dirt provided by my lovely source!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c'mon lah, sedition, aka, assassination of the president,&lt;br /&gt;and i quote from her&lt;br /&gt;'is it a crime'?&lt;br /&gt;OMFG lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should know better.&lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-6064606786476793607?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6064606786476793607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=6064606786476793607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6064606786476793607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6064606786476793607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-i-seriously-saw-that-i-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8619070000605991475</id><published>2008-04-19T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:06:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continued~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stopping off at giving up on eating lunch during Olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my throat was rather hoarse&lt;br /&gt;from screaming and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;god bless Strepsils.&lt;br /&gt;we brought the house down at Regatta.&lt;br /&gt;we got the 'best' seats in the house, behind the VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;that meant we couldn't cheer.&lt;br /&gt;thus mel, jane and i were emo-ing for about ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;until finally, we got permission to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;then we brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;the VIPs/judges were like covering their ears in pure fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of most likely jane, mel and i.&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting directly behind the judges.&lt;br /&gt;poor them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after the Regatta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which we gloriously won(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we chilled out at TM for a while then&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heading to the Jam and Hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to today~&lt;br /&gt;LAW ORIENTATION!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;the turnout for the course was great,&lt;br /&gt;but for 02, it was........&lt;br /&gt;at most we had nine people lah~&lt;br /&gt;so, we coerced some of the SLs to play in some games with us.&lt;br /&gt;first thing was ice-breaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;which was seriously, not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just played some games.&lt;br /&gt;then it was the two stations for games.&lt;br /&gt;we completed both games with fairly good timings,&lt;br /&gt;if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;lunch followed,&lt;br /&gt;then the amazing race!&lt;br /&gt;we went bonkers, man~&lt;br /&gt;at one station, where we had to act out a 5 minute sword fight,&lt;br /&gt;we did a cross between the&lt;br /&gt;hokkien dubbed star wars and&lt;br /&gt;some stephen chow-esque comedy.&lt;br /&gt;the most funny thing was the SLs kept on helping us,&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;thank you SLs, we love SLs!&lt;br /&gt;we narrowed in second for the race,&lt;br /&gt;and well, FUN LAH!&lt;br /&gt;after the race, was the obstacle course and touch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to elaborate,&lt;br /&gt;but we won the obstacle course,&lt;br /&gt;even at a disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;people going twice, namely jane and me.&lt;br /&gt;and and SL, ALIEN! joining.&lt;br /&gt;the flour had goddamn wasabi in it lah~&lt;br /&gt;then it was water games.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really get targeted much, except from&lt;br /&gt;the GODDAMN ALIEN!&lt;br /&gt;granted, i targeted him, but i goddamn MISSED!&lt;br /&gt;so i was covered in flour and water, nice combo,&lt;br /&gt;then, more SLs decided to throw&lt;br /&gt;flour water with weird beads in it.&lt;br /&gt;ouch lah~&lt;br /&gt;back to the LT we went, where the&lt;br /&gt;results of the day were announced,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm guessing you know who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh, 02! aka marco~&lt;br /&gt;but the other teams were great too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAnsfFRHb9I/AAAAAAAAADM/QNDo46PdiRY/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAnsfFRHb9I/AAAAAAAAADM/QNDo46PdiRY/s320/DSC02552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190940064255274962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAnsfFRHb8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Du9u-MOoKhg/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAnsfFRHb8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Du9u-MOoKhg/s320/DSC02551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190940064255274946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our spoils, and sharing the booty(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAnsfFRHb9I/AAAAAAAAADM/QNDo46PdiRY/s72-c/DSC02552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3787749444237335665</id><published>2008-04-19T19:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:02:45.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIZ-BIZ-BIZ-BIZ-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god, i love my school!&lt;br /&gt;L-A-W, MESS WITH US AND WE WILL SUE!&lt;br /&gt;i love my course even more!&lt;br /&gt;orientation is like, super-duper FUN!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday and friday was the&lt;br /&gt;business school orientation,&lt;br /&gt;which meant all the courses.&lt;br /&gt;today, however, was the&lt;br /&gt;exclusive LAW orientation!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry, still high from all the action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;starting with thursday,&lt;br /&gt;the whole business school gathered&lt;br /&gt;at the convention centre to start.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a lost sheep for the first part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am sheep, here me baa~&lt;br /&gt;BAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;until i met one of my girls,&lt;br /&gt;Jane!&lt;br /&gt;we clicked, cause highness,&lt;br /&gt;naturally seeks highness.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we were goddamn high lah~&lt;br /&gt;probably the most high other than the SLs.&lt;br /&gt;we like, intro-ed ourselves to everyone from our class&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the sat down near us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;02 rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the talk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which was surprisingly short,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SLs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;were recruiting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people for the Olympiad and Regatta.&lt;br /&gt;so, Jane and i wanted to go to cheerleading,&lt;br /&gt;so we managed to psycho the  other girls  to join with us.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnndddddd,&lt;br /&gt;that's where i met another one of my girls,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka Boy-Boy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt the mass dance, hand sign song, and the school song,&lt;br /&gt;which was damn cool~&lt;br /&gt;i mean, look,&lt;br /&gt;can you name me one school song which has yo yo yo yo~&lt;br /&gt;in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and we bonded with our lovely SLs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lata, Zaf,  Rabia, and Lun&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, aka ALIEN!&lt;br /&gt;we love SLs, we love SLs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday was a packed day.&lt;br /&gt;there was the Olympiad, Regatta, and Jam and Hop.&lt;br /&gt;i am pleased to announce,&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS SCHOOL WON OVERALL CHAMP&lt;br /&gt;FOUR YEARS IN A ROW!&lt;br /&gt;business won the Regatta, best spirited school, Olympiad&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, overall(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 out of five awards(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our lovely SLs, from left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lun, Rabia, Zaf, Paris, Lata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAngbVRHb6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1LligaUYOn4/s1600-h/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAngbVRHb6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1LligaUYOn4/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190926805691232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the yellowies! 02 OI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAngbVRHb7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/T-_F9_kielc/s1600-h/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/SAngbVRHb7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/T-_F9_kielc/s320/DSC02538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190926805691232178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't manage to get any pictures of Olympiad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;or Regatta thought, cause i was too busy cheering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and trying to eat lunch at the Olympiad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;gave up in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TBC~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-3787749444237335665?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3787749444237335665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3787749444237335665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6974233558028114772</id><published>2008-03-31T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:04:57.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;　こにちわ　みんな！&lt;br /&gt;ello fair readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there are any~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came to a realisation&lt;br /&gt;that i've not been posting on my blog&lt;br /&gt;for a fair amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's around a week's left of lazing,&lt;br /&gt;then back to school for me.&lt;br /&gt;poly's back in session on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;rather nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;the new school, new environment thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so used to going to the same school&lt;br /&gt;for the past four years,&lt;br /&gt;and now, it's a very new environment.&lt;br /&gt;it's like stepping out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been re-addicting myself to anime,&lt;br /&gt;more specifically,&lt;br /&gt;La Cordo d'Oro:&lt;br /&gt;Primo Passo.&lt;br /&gt;i have only one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;SWOOOOOOOOOOOON~&lt;br /&gt;five hot guys (美少年), albeit in anime-verse,&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM ARE MUSICALLY INCLINED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SWOOOOOOOOOOOOON~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there's 月森　連, Tsukimori Len&lt;br /&gt;the cold, distant and very talented violist&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;梁太郎　土浦, Tsuchiura Ryoutarou,&lt;br /&gt;the hot jock with a hidden passion and talent for the piano&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;火原　和樹, Hihara Kazuki,&lt;br /&gt;the over-exuberant character with a big stomach&lt;br /&gt;and a passion for the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;柚木　東馬, Yunoki Azuma,&lt;br /&gt;the third son of a prominent family, this double faced&lt;br /&gt;hottie plays the flute and a bit of piano&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;志水　桂一, Shimizu Keiichi,&lt;br /&gt;the 美少年who is always and forever sleepy&lt;br /&gt;and is only awake while playing the cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, hot, hot, HWAT!&lt;br /&gt;was literally drooling when i watched the anime.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously on the verge of drooling when&lt;br /&gt;the guys were playing their respective instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, snapping out of that dreamy state.&lt;br /&gt;finally managed to buy my fav. dark chocolate today.&lt;br /&gt;i totally splurged on the Lindts dark chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;70%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;couldn't help it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off now.&lt;br /&gt;have not a clue on what to write&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6525303100876956682</id><published>2008-03-14T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:56:02.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, now that i'm cooled down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;i apologise wholeheartedly for my outrage a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;i was having a bad day so far.&lt;br /&gt;geez, that has to be my most violent and colourful post,&lt;br /&gt;like ever.&lt;br /&gt;my poor keyboard bore the brunt of it.&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw stress.&lt;br /&gt;screw troublesome parents.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;mummy, daddy, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;it's anger getting the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY MUMMY, DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if you are offended by the excessive use&lt;br /&gt;of the word fcuk,&lt;br /&gt;and other curses,&lt;br /&gt;do not read the following post.&lt;br /&gt;i claim no responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;any persons offended while reading&lt;br /&gt;the following post,&lt;br /&gt;posted on friday, 14th march 2008&lt;br /&gt;at 1333 hours, singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;no spamming either.&lt;br /&gt;it's my fcuking business,&lt;br /&gt;nothing for you to criticise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-6525303100876956682?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6525303100876956682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SCREW POLY ADMINISTRATION!&lt;br /&gt;why the hell must we go through so much fucking bloody crap,&lt;br /&gt;just so that we can fucking get into poly!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;bloody health checks with almost inaccessible clinics,&lt;br /&gt;then stupid bloody piles of fucking forms to fucking fill&lt;br /&gt;and bloody passport photos to fucking take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that wasn't  enough,&lt;br /&gt;i still have to go and apply for some fucking&lt;br /&gt;financial assistance scheme which i'm bloody sure&lt;br /&gt;we're not in need of.&lt;br /&gt;i told my parents that we can pay the fees by giro,&lt;br /&gt;but nnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;they had to do things that fucking hard&lt;br /&gt;and bloody troublesome way&lt;br /&gt;of paying by CPF.&lt;br /&gt;and all that fucking crap means that i have to&lt;br /&gt;go waste some more time applying for the fucking scheme&lt;br /&gt;and i can't bloody send my letter on time.&lt;br /&gt;and my parent wouldn't listen to me when i say&lt;br /&gt;NO, FOR THE FUCKING LOVE OF GOD,&lt;br /&gt;WE DO NOT NEED ANY BLOODY ASSISTANCE,&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING TELLING ME THAT&lt;br /&gt;YES, WE CAN PAY BY CPF USING THE FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;FINANCIAL ASSISTANCE&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE CAN BLOODY&lt;br /&gt;PAY BY GOD DAMN GIRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if all these weren't enough,&lt;br /&gt;the fucking Java applet fucking screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't see the fucking form properly.&lt;br /&gt;so i though, maybe my Java wasn't updated.&lt;br /&gt;i updated the fucking thing,&lt;br /&gt;but nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;it decided to fucking screw up.&lt;br /&gt;i tried it a few hundred bloody times, but it still&lt;br /&gt;fucking screwed up on me.&lt;br /&gt;at my wits ends, i finally finished the fucking form,&lt;br /&gt;and submitted it, ready to print the fucking confirmation thingy.&lt;br /&gt;by the fucking, screwed up system told me oh, just wait a few&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY FUCKING DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;hello, i have to submit the for by monday fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to vent some of my anger out on my blog,&lt;br /&gt;duh, this article.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE FUCKING POP-UPS KEEP CUTTING ME&lt;br /&gt;OFF DURING MY FUCKING TIRADE, AND&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I'M ON A FUCKING ROLL!&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING POP-UPS!&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST HAPPENED AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sweet jesus, i'm going crazy~&lt;br /&gt;god save me.&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/28469242-8866333604998128354?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8866333604998128354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=8866333604998128354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8866333604998128354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8866333604998128354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/screw-poly-administration-why-hell-must.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-5326782468412015689</id><published>2008-03-10T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:35:26.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the weather outside is frightful,&lt;br /&gt;but the fire is so delightful~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;there is virtually no need for fireplaces in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back again.&lt;br /&gt;spent a good few hours today back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PRCS&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;helping to start up the alumni thingy&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think my eyes are crossed.&lt;br /&gt;braved the weather and returned home,&lt;br /&gt; instead of hiding out at white sands after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;we've got strong winds and rain from&lt;br /&gt;no where in particular visiting us.&lt;br /&gt;would be enjoying the windy weather,&lt;br /&gt;but my nose is acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;sneezing and wheezing,&lt;br /&gt;sniffing and blowing,&lt;br /&gt;quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the better half of the day&lt;br /&gt;trying to draw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ambigrams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so now, my workspace is littered with&lt;br /&gt;scraps of papers, eraser dust,&lt;br /&gt;random pencil stubs, drawing pens,&lt;br /&gt;ballpoints, and the final piece.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a ruler too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was totally inspired by Dan Brown's&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ambigrams&lt;/span&gt; that were mentioned&lt;br /&gt;caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;so, after putting off the design process&lt;br /&gt;for close to three weeks,&lt;br /&gt;i finally picked up my&lt;br /&gt;pen/pencil,&lt;br /&gt;take your pick,&lt;br /&gt;and drew the thing out.&lt;br /&gt;took me several hours, but i managed to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; running out of steam now,&lt;br /&gt;so thus ends one of my shorter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blogposts&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ta ta&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-5326782468412015689?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5326782468412015689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=5326782468412015689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5326782468412015689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5326782468412015689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-outside-is-frightful-but-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-4283863858962103192</id><published>2008-03-08T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:50:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few days ago, went to watch Meet the Spartans&lt;br /&gt;with zheling.&lt;br /&gt;hysterical show, good laughs,&lt;br /&gt;but absolute nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;just what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;so, long story short, dear zheling decided to go&lt;br /&gt;into toys 'r' us and play around, and happily i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;some moments from our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJMg4SqDI/AAAAAAAAACU/m-zNPM3F00o/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJMg4SqDI/AAAAAAAAACU/m-zNPM3F00o/s320/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175349769879595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNA4SqFI/AAAAAAAAACk/oy34B8Vmgbg/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNA4SqFI/AAAAAAAAACk/oy34B8Vmgbg/s320/DSC02413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175349778469529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNA4SqEI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIg_7JAEb08/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNA4SqEI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIg_7JAEb08/s320/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175349778469529666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNQ4SqGI/AAAAAAAAACs/-WZvgLcP-ug/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KJNQ4SqGI/AAAAAAAAACs/-WZvgLcP-ug/s320/DSC02414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175349782764496994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently miss wong here,&lt;br /&gt;was amazed by the fact that kids have&lt;br /&gt;such high-tech toys nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;all we had were masak-masak and some&lt;br /&gt;tacky barbie dolls and ken dolls in pink.&lt;br /&gt;she almost went into fits and nearly had a seizure when the&lt;br /&gt;convertible toy car's hood was controlled by a remote.&lt;br /&gt;we spent five minutes so at that aisle&lt;br /&gt;so that miss wong could wonder over the toy.&lt;br /&gt;forgot to snap that scene.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;she was also appalled at the fact that&lt;br /&gt;kids have disney princesses costumes.&lt;br /&gt;and by the longing look on her face,&lt;br /&gt;she really wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, zheling,&lt;br /&gt;although you're soooo slim and petite,&lt;br /&gt;you'd never fit into that little piece of cloth you're holding~&lt;br /&gt;she got in touch with her inner diva,&lt;br /&gt;in a 881 inspired little show she put on&lt;br /&gt;with her purple feather boa.&lt;br /&gt;thus ended our little adventure at toys 'r' us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;oh, and zheling~&lt;br /&gt;i told you i'd post the pictures(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-4283863858962103192?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4283863858962103192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=4283863858962103192' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-624230380810080191</id><published>2008-03-08T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:15:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, so i haven't posted in over a month~&lt;br /&gt;don't have much of an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;except being lazy&lt;br /&gt;and living in a blue funk for the past month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gahhhh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must say i was finally relieved when my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; enrolment pack finally came.&lt;br /&gt;was wondering if it got lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;but then on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming when i see it.&lt;br /&gt;so many god damn forms to fill.&lt;br /&gt;half way through reading and trying to decipher&lt;br /&gt;what form A or insert C was,&lt;br /&gt;i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;blamed it on my almost crossed-eye from&lt;br /&gt;the small print&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; i took for my throbbing ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gimmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a break.&lt;br /&gt;i wear glasses and contacts for god's sake~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;speaking about throbbing ankle,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was cross country yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun, to go back, and watch them run,&lt;br /&gt;while we (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt; and i),&lt;br /&gt;the seniors just bike(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fitri&lt;/span&gt;) or&lt;br /&gt;roller blade(me(:) around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;antagonising&lt;/span&gt; some juniors 'unintentionally'&lt;br /&gt;by the fact that we're not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joking kids, no need to come after me with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; butcher knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i spent close to 2 hours blading around the course,&lt;br /&gt;and essentially, around half of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; park,&lt;br /&gt;ensuring the safety of the runners,&lt;br /&gt;checking for casualties along the way.&lt;br /&gt;hard job.&lt;br /&gt;it's a thankless one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fell the noble air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;emanating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bladed too hard, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and too long, so i ended up with a sore waist,&lt;br /&gt;legs, and countless blisters.&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, my right leg's still wrapped up~&lt;br /&gt;but it was still fun to see all my friends and juniors.&lt;br /&gt;pics coming up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFQg4Sp8I/AAAAAAAAABc/zjAMgj0HwfE/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFQg4Sp8I/AAAAAAAAABc/zjAMgj0HwfE/s320/DSC02418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175345440552560578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; where it all begins, and everybody is strolling to the starting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;amirah&lt;/span&gt; and i started at their relaxed behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;there are prizes you know?!?!&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's just a trophy, not some million dollar cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KGXA4SqCI/AAAAAAAAACM/9YpUOPhX0cg/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KGXA4SqCI/AAAAAAAAACM/9YpUOPhX0cg/s320/DSC02420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175346651733338146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some poor kids that happened to be captured in on film by yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when they were going pass.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFRA4Sp9I/AAAAAAAAABk/gpsrY5qT8W0/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFRA4Sp9I/AAAAAAAAABk/gpsrY5qT8W0/s320/DSC02417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175345449142495186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our gear, unguarded in the open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nobody cares about the first aid stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*mock, theatrical sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFRQ4Sp-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JUUqs2HLqFg/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFRQ4Sp-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JUUqs2HLqFg/s320/DSC02419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175345453437462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people 'hard' at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, the event's barely started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;~ we'll slack all we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KGXA4SqBI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpDuAIE5uXY/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KGXA4SqBI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpDuAIE5uXY/s320/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175346651733338130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; suit bag, stretchers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; suit bag.&lt;br /&gt;who cares~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay~ i guess that's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at a lost on what to write~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-624230380810080191?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/624230380810080191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=624230380810080191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/624230380810080191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/624230380810080191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/R9KFQg4Sp8I/AAAAAAAAABc/zjAMgj0HwfE/s72-c/DSC02418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6012274686017091294</id><published>2008-02-10T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:09:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boo-yah people.&lt;br /&gt;realised i haven't posted for some time,&lt;br /&gt;so here's my update.&lt;br /&gt;CNY's kinda over,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy to report that i had quite the booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;more money for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;well~ if i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ad my way with it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this year's CNY's rather uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed the same old, same old routine as i did&lt;br /&gt;for the past, what, sixteen or so years.&lt;br /&gt;dinner with my mummy's side on the eve,&lt;br /&gt;visited my daddy's side on the first,&lt;br /&gt;lunched with more of mummy's side on the second,&lt;br /&gt;then visited more of daddy's side on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;this year, how ever,&lt;br /&gt;the third day included a visit to&lt;br /&gt;nic's place and michelle's place.&lt;br /&gt;then we mahjonged at my place with tricia(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i finally know how to play 'tai'!&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to nic for teaching us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wound up the game at eight plus, trica being the last to leave.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been confusing now.&lt;br /&gt;ever since my perspective's been changed,&lt;br /&gt;lots of things seem different.&lt;br /&gt;yet still, some people think i'm the same.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed, goddammnit, can't you see?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or are you to caught up to even realise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm too tired of playing games any more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mentally tired of mind games.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when it'll stop, cause it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mess, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it's come to a point where i look forward to&lt;br /&gt;sleeping every day,&lt;br /&gt;only cause it provides an escape form reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart's bleedin'&lt;br /&gt;bleedin' from your nonchalance.&lt;br /&gt;why can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not the old me?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want anything else,&lt;br /&gt;just someone special to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a girl,&lt;br /&gt;under all that sass and wit,&lt;br /&gt;looking for her so-called fairytale romance.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really hate you for what you've done,&lt;br /&gt;cause i think i love you.&lt;br /&gt;it's a scary concept,&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid, but i think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2176194989357564672</id><published>2008-02-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:44:45.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(before she went conky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My friends say you're so into me&lt;br /&gt;And that you need me desperately (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;They say you say we're so complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to hear it straight from you&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you say the words, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't let me be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You need me all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you love me so&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be the last to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your body language says so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I feel it in the way you touch&lt;br /&gt;But til' you say the words it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Come on and tell me you're in love, please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't, don't let me be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You need me all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you love me so&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be the last to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come on baby, come on darlin', ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let me be the one&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You love me all the way&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna wait another day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, just let me be the one&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You need me all the way&lt;br /&gt;So baby, if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2176194989357564672?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2176194989357564672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=2176194989357564672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2176194989357564672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2176194989357564672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-let-me-be-last-to-know-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8495847391692330857</id><published>2008-02-01T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:42:54.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got another great song from the past.&lt;br /&gt;despite the singer,&lt;br /&gt;the song's quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;and totally describes me now.&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, even though it's by britney,&lt;br /&gt;it still can be nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not all her songs are crap&lt;br /&gt;gimmie more was okay,&lt;br /&gt;but the MV sucked.&lt;br /&gt;there...&lt;br /&gt;not every song by her is crap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-8495847391692330857?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8495847391692330857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=8495847391692330857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8495847391692330857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8495847391692330857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-another-great-song-from-past.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2874235653204586591</id><published>2008-01-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:35:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I Fall In Love&lt;br /&gt;Coco Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says we've got something real&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart's been through it before&lt;br /&gt;Am I'm just seeing what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Or is it true&lt;br /&gt;Could you really be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to have and hold&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stay around&lt;br /&gt;(Who warns) my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of getting burned&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Oh please&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;Say you're the one that you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to have and hold&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stay around&lt;br /&gt;(Who warns) my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;To give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;But I would give my everything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to have and hold&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stay around&lt;br /&gt;(Who warns) my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2874235653204586591?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2874235653204586591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=2874235653204586591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2874235653204586591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2874235653204586591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-i-fall-in-love-coco-lee-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-278499594921942992</id><published>2008-01-29T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:46:28.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hello fellow earthlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay. i'm nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ahh, heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay~ posting cause i felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like well, posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ahh~lame reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, really wacky today.&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis with mummy for new year shopping.&lt;br /&gt;buuuuuttttttt&lt;br /&gt;the stuff there is sssssoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'song'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;literally, meaning old fashion~&lt;br /&gt;was still sick, so i kinda napped on the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;then dragged myself round bugis.&lt;br /&gt;gahh~&lt;br /&gt;found some nice cushion covers though.&lt;br /&gt;then went to TM.&lt;br /&gt;where i finally bought the XGB album&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;technically, i bought the kara cum special peeks one,&lt;br /&gt;bbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuttttt&lt;br /&gt;who cares!&lt;br /&gt;they're XGB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long live XGB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted to go to ikea, but was too tired,&lt;br /&gt;so went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parked myself in front of the TV&lt;br /&gt;and watched my DVD.&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then crapped in front of the computer,&lt;br /&gt;watched DNYBY.&lt;br /&gt;then started reading fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sounds boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;worry not, for some thing interesting is coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the authoress is going spastic, and crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;catch this special feature in cinemas now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARUGH! Little-voice-in-my-head, you're grounded!&lt;br /&gt;i told you to stay in there.&lt;br /&gt;your special appearance will come next post!&lt;br /&gt;from now on, you're staying&lt;br /&gt;ddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp&lt;br /&gt;in there.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. i was dealing with some...&lt;br /&gt;family business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i was happily using my computer when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;i wiped my nose, and saw...&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thus, i started panicking and going&lt;br /&gt;'shit, shit, i'm having a nose bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeddddd!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm home alonnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeee!'&lt;br /&gt;then i realised i'm a first aider.&lt;br /&gt;and i was not home alone.&lt;br /&gt;i was just alone in the study.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;i did what i had to do, and ta-da.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, switching topics,&lt;br /&gt;have you ever recalled some old song,&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics start running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;well, i just brainwaved a song.&lt;br /&gt;will post they lyrics in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;rather meaningful though.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off. Ta(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-278499594921942992?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/278499594921942992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=278499594921942992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/278499594921942992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/278499594921942992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-fellow-earthlings.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-5909288528752700793</id><published>2008-01-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:58:23.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;just returned from leonard's competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he'd better appreciate it-.-&lt;br /&gt;we went the all just to support him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jeez, the thing was boring.&lt;br /&gt;but leonard's piece was interesting,&lt;br /&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;crapped up abit,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow he managed to own the others.&lt;br /&gt;esp. the diploma ones.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle claimed he was technically cheating.&lt;br /&gt;bbuuuuuttttttt&lt;br /&gt;i said that he found away around the rules,&lt;br /&gt;he used the existing loophole.&lt;br /&gt;he was a grade 7 playing a diploma piece,&lt;br /&gt;while the others were diploma playing a well,&lt;br /&gt;a diploma piece.&lt;br /&gt;so, dear leo had an advantage here.&lt;br /&gt;second, technically, he was already diploma standard,&lt;br /&gt;but, he was registered as a grade seven?&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;ssssssssssoooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;he was actually above his actual standard,&lt;br /&gt;the judges judged according to their grade.&lt;br /&gt;so, advantage two(:&lt;br /&gt;so, despite his several slip-ups,&lt;br /&gt;he got first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;congrats leo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we're proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good job(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and you owe us one, for being there.&lt;br /&gt;and for being bored by the other players-.-&lt;br /&gt;jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bored there.&lt;br /&gt;after leo's piece,&lt;br /&gt;i started to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;actually before his turn,&lt;br /&gt;i was half-way to do-do land.&lt;br /&gt;after that, started to play who wants to be a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;nick wanted to play too.&lt;br /&gt;then i graduated to the survivor game.&lt;br /&gt;finally, started playing game of life on nick's mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kiddies were really cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, REALLY CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay. random attack.&lt;br /&gt;but they were really cute. O.O&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, michelle and leo are completely direction impared.&lt;br /&gt;michelle is at NAFA,&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;leo's future school, and he doesn't know what street it's on.&lt;br /&gt;all they know what to say is&lt;br /&gt;'oh, it's near OG,'&lt;br /&gt;'near macs.'&lt;br /&gt;'i see a chinese building' (michelle)&lt;br /&gt;geez. oh, and the answer of the day?&lt;br /&gt;"shelle, descibe the place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;duh, means describe how to get to NAFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Oh, it's air-conditioned, and there's a giant piano...'&lt;br /&gt;'NO, NO, not the interior! the exterior!"&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious me,&lt;br /&gt;what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop. it's close to one am,&lt;br /&gt;nighties peeps(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-5909288528752700793?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5909288528752700793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=5909288528752700793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5909288528752700793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/5909288528752700793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8117996272902112887</id><published>2008-01-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:41:18.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;results day.&lt;br /&gt;nerve wrecking and crappy.&lt;br /&gt;bbbbuuuuuuttttttt,&lt;br /&gt;it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;and i sigh in relief since i've gotten okay results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still can't believe i got A1 for lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning at eight thirty&lt;br /&gt;a miracle considering the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i only fell asleep at 2.30am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many thanks to nick!&lt;br /&gt;i would have killed myself from nerves if you weren't&lt;br /&gt;chatting with me.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and sorry for keeping you up that late^.^&lt;/span&gt;'''&lt;br /&gt;slacked around, then mopped the floor.&lt;br /&gt;made breakfast, then started worrying.&lt;br /&gt;went panicky when i couldn't find my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;thought i really burnt it.&lt;br /&gt;hyperventilated when i couldn't find my stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and it was right in front of me.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on pins and needles during the results crap.&lt;br /&gt;apparently our batch is the best batch.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;go my results,&lt;br /&gt;crapped, wailed, screamed,&lt;br /&gt;and escaped with my clique (aka michelle and others)&lt;br /&gt;to WS for a sort of celebratory lunch/dinner/dinnch(?)&lt;br /&gt;then decided to go neoprinting.&lt;br /&gt;went crazy in the small enclosed space.&lt;br /&gt;not me, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine, i admit. i contributed to the wackiness.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm. wonder who has claustrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nick came late,&lt;br /&gt; wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;after the lunch/dinner/dinnuch&lt;br /&gt;and the neoprinting.&lt;br /&gt;followed us for a while, then disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess he mastered the art&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of ninja-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;currently cracking my brains &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to choose the courses.&lt;br /&gt;choices, choices.&lt;br /&gt;12 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;well, dashing now. gonna crack my brains more.&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/28469242-8117996272902112887?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8117996272902112887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=8117996272902112887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8117996272902112887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8117996272902112887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-8989486313156568544</id><published>2008-01-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:31:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i realise that this is my first post&lt;br /&gt;since god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;for Os are over!&lt;br /&gt;despair,&lt;br /&gt;for the results are coming out-.-&lt;br /&gt;gah, i'm not gonna dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;CIP trip to siem reap really did wonders&lt;br /&gt;perspective of life's changed,&lt;br /&gt;drastically.&lt;br /&gt;aaaannnnnnddddd&lt;br /&gt;as if cambodia ain't enough,&lt;br /&gt;i'm heading for china tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;life's good man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2008,&lt;br /&gt;and it feels weird to be slacking at home&lt;br /&gt;when everyone's supposed to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;reallllyyyy weird.&lt;br /&gt;not used to it man.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaannnnnnnnyyyywwwwwwwaaaaaayy,&lt;br /&gt;new year, new look,&lt;br /&gt;sorta.&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair, finally.&lt;br /&gt;dark dark purple with ash brown streaks.&lt;br /&gt;can't really see the purple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed bout it. wasted like 13 buck on that dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but the brown's a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;finally got the guts to go get more ear holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt like hell, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i seriously have not thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;getting really bored lately.&lt;br /&gt;read all the fanfics i could,&lt;br /&gt;spammed all the blogs i could,&lt;br /&gt;done almost everything possibly humane.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M STILL BORED.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for china trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new found addiction of X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the hot pyromaniac in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sizzling(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, realised that there were alot&lt;br /&gt;of nice movies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;going off now,&lt;br /&gt;will be back in eleven days.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-8989486313156568544?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8989486313156568544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=8989486313156568544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8989486313156568544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/8989486313156568544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/gahhh-im-alive-yes-i-realise-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-1084446173833901572</id><published>2007-09-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:56:41.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;月光洒在陽台上&lt;br /&gt;銀色一絲一絲的閃&lt;br /&gt;它是否,&lt;br /&gt;能照到你心里.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;湖水上漂的那叟船&lt;br /&gt;輕輕浮在水面上&lt;br /&gt;從船觀月,&lt;br /&gt;特別孤寂.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月亮中出現你的臉&lt;br /&gt;我只盼可見你一面&lt;br /&gt;看那愛笑的眼睛,&lt;br /&gt;聽那溫暖的嗓音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的思念,你知道嗎?&lt;br /&gt;我的孤獨,你感受了嗎?&lt;br /&gt;在這無人的湖泊上&lt;br /&gt;安靜的獨唱情歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月圓有什麼了不起,&lt;br /&gt;因為找不到你陪.&lt;br /&gt;好酒端上也沒用&lt;br /&gt;沒人陪我猜燈迷.&lt;br /&gt;願意為你守候幾年&lt;br /&gt;可是你就受不起&lt;br /&gt;因為你旁邊的嘉麗不是我&lt;br /&gt;雖然有答應過.&lt;br /&gt;你身旁只有我來陪.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-1084446173833901572?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1084446173833901572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=1084446173833901572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1084446173833901572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1084446173833901572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-3073789784767081122</id><published>2007-09-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:29:46.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sure i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i managed to chiong&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of my board in a night.&lt;br /&gt;what's to say nine pages in an attempted 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;that's slightly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;correction.&lt;br /&gt;that's mission impossible.&lt;br /&gt;three essays, nine pages, an approximate of&lt;br /&gt;say 700 words per essay.&lt;br /&gt;that's 2100 words.&lt;br /&gt;oh, my point?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN&lt;br /&gt;GEOG!&lt;br /&gt;it's 2327 and i've written only&lt;br /&gt;5 measly lines.&lt;br /&gt;perfect isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;at times.&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/28469242-3073789784767081122?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3073789784767081122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3073789784767081122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3073789784767081122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;會讓瑩火蟲變成秋天的瑩火蟲.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;揚家將                                          &lt;br /&gt;櫻野3+1                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-3465114955802971290?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3465114955802971290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=3465114955802971290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/3465114955802971290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog has been dead for a month.&lt;br /&gt;even my tagboard's empty.&lt;br /&gt;how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of preliems now.&lt;br /&gt;chionging like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Lit 1 and Maths 1&amp;amp;2 were sucky.&lt;br /&gt;banking on Lit 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, physics 2 was rather manageable.&lt;br /&gt;i took a risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for English 1.&lt;br /&gt;chem 3 and science 1 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;half way through studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly got this major headache&lt;br /&gt;felt nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;must be stress.&lt;br /&gt;really cutting back on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;no appetite now a days.&lt;br /&gt;but then binging at times.&lt;br /&gt;i need a major shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally changed phone.&lt;br /&gt;580i.&lt;br /&gt;my new hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;harry potter step aside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my phone to bit.&lt;br /&gt;only abit hard to find the themes.&lt;br /&gt;still searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY3+1 still not out.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for episode 8 on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.WAIT.WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.WAIT.&lt;br /&gt; well, it's still not out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to my chem.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2951048859132775291?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2291721945507824798</id><published>2007-08-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:56:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, back with my promised post.&lt;br /&gt;yippie, today's friday.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a teacher's day dinner of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;which means, no night study.&lt;br /&gt;which also means,&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CRAPPING IN THE STUDIO!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i admit that the studio is really cool,&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite places in school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;actually, the library used to be my favorite place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;until we started having lit lessons there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;damn, digressing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but seriously lah, people go crazy there,&lt;br /&gt;plugging their MP3s into the sound system,&lt;br /&gt;and listening to emo music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yes, i'm talking about you sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and it didn't help that razak wasn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;apparently he felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;woots baby, woots.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;i managed to accomplish one layout.&lt;br /&gt;wootsies.&lt;br /&gt;razak didn't come today again.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to show him my bloody layout for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough crapping 'bout his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffered in school cause of a rouge contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;went crazy once i stepped into school.&lt;br /&gt;must be the horrible aura of Ongy.&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of the day with one contact in, the other out.&lt;br /&gt;didn't bring my case or specs.&lt;br /&gt;soooo.&lt;br /&gt;i ingeniously put it in the bottle cap&lt;br /&gt;from my morning addictions to kickapoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;okay, maybe it wasn't such a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had a problem with depth perceptions,&lt;br /&gt;since one side was blurry, and another ultra clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's schedule was rather relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, miracles do happen,&lt;br /&gt;cause lit consisted of mr yeo&lt;br /&gt;crapping for 10 minutes on some unseen bout a&lt;br /&gt;hospital waiting room,&lt;br /&gt;and self study until the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;and we were&lt;br /&gt;"for the first time, back on time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yes, thank you ying quan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we were back on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we find it a miracle too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then maths consisted of me rubbing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and going to the loo to try and&lt;br /&gt;some how wash my eye?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we lazily made our way to chinese,&lt;br /&gt;then spend the time doing some MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;then recess consisted of my going berserk&lt;br /&gt;in the red room of the studio,&lt;br /&gt;then art was slacking time.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my interesting book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ala The Righteous Men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then started to entertain myself,&lt;br /&gt;by adding to the rantings on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday rocked,&lt;br /&gt;DODGEBALL rocked.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa laughs, lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;words wouldn't justify the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;dashed to ahme's house for a shower,&lt;br /&gt;then back to school to pacify Conny with pringles.&lt;br /&gt;did a layout ytd,&lt;br /&gt;then went home at 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;conny didn't come ytd, but appeared for night study.&lt;br /&gt;yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;that meant a certain noisy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;someone sat in conny's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;thanks so much for coming today cons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much to add on right now.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;ta(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2291721945507824798?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2291721945507824798/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-4865365936606691933</id><published>2007-08-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:03:24.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;teehee, blogging from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems to be a habit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;night study, mugging at art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studio's filled with piant smells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WANNA GO HOME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will post again when i have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-4865365936606691933?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2318381084655294081</id><published>2007-08-11T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:19:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the pieces  of my heart are missing you.&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the face i came to know is missing too.&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;and make it okay&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2318381084655294081?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7196083690112130199</id><published>2007-08-02T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:54:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;screw prep exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;screw prelims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREW O LEVELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed out like siao now.&lt;br /&gt;going crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;getting lesser sleep day by day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;prep's ending soon, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;prelim's starting soon, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;save me, some one, ANYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;STRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;this one is cleaner, neater.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;took me less than 5 minutes to find it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAA silver ceremony's this friday&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ye's  OST coming out on friday.&lt;br /&gt;my lit paper's on friday.&lt;br /&gt;my last paper's on friday.&lt;br /&gt;wow. what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing,&lt;br /&gt;yet my mind is racing.&lt;br /&gt;funny thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;i'm being random.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.RANDOM.RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;br /&gt;doing lit now.&lt;br /&gt;CURSES!&lt;br /&gt;physics is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't studied.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;well, maybe i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ABIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, then&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna flunk the paper.&lt;br /&gt;it's a given damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7196083690112130199?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7196083690112130199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=7196083690112130199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7196083690112130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7196083690112130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/08/screw-prep-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-1129439157733081585</id><published>2007-07-21T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:15:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, today's 21st july.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, deathly hallows is out.&lt;br /&gt;and YES! i have finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;took me about five hours&lt;br /&gt;of page flipping, paper cuts&lt;br /&gt;tears, blowing of noses,&lt;br /&gt;curses, and sighs of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly what i expected, but&lt;br /&gt;it had more stuff than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;poor snape. and fred. and tonks, and remus.&lt;br /&gt;yikes. i'm sensing i'm giving away too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;duh, yes, of course. you pratically told them the whole list of fatalities!&lt;br /&gt;only that you forgot to include mad-eye, colin creevy, dobby&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that george lost an ear.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to stop doing this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as expected, there's a H/G ship and R/H&lt;br /&gt;which i'm not entirely happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still think that harry and hermione were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;and that ron and luna were too.&lt;br /&gt;sob. sob.&lt;br /&gt;damn jk rowling.&lt;br /&gt;harry and ginny are so wrong together.&lt;br /&gt;and so is cho!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;voldy's finally dead.&lt;br /&gt;well, no lost here.&lt;br /&gt;really epic battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i will give JK credit for.&lt;br /&gt;i still am cursing her about the parings&lt;br /&gt;ever since i read the epilogue.&lt;br /&gt;HHR FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;RL FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;DOWN WITH HG!!&lt;br /&gt;DOWN WITH HR!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, that all i have to gripe about now.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know the story?&lt;br /&gt;buy the book(:&lt;br /&gt;despite the pairings, it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wanna borrow it?&lt;br /&gt;FAT HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i paid 52 bucks for that book, no way i'm lending it to any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; however,&lt;br /&gt;with a well placed bribe of cash and/or chocolates&lt;br /&gt;and/or other things which catch my fancy,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;lend it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-1129439157733081585?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1129439157733081585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=1129439157733081585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/Rps1aaNdmkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d25RCb92Mtg/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/Rps1aaNdmkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d25RCb92Mtg/s320/DSC01366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087718931873765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Khoh; acting emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, it rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben khoh's orange, rui yuan's grapefruit, shuming's lime and weiqi's (aka me(:) peach.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and rui yuan and my empty bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BK was already drunk by the time i took the pics of our bottles. go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our star! this is him drunk. can't see his face, but we all know who it is(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hint 1: look in previous post.&lt;br /&gt;hint 2: he drank orange&lt;br /&gt;hint 3: he bled. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go Figure peeps(;&lt;/span&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/28469242-2111546595082193249?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2111546595082193249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=2111546595082193249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2111546595082193249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2111546595082193249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/07/benjamin-khoh-acting-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhw6hdquucc/Rps1aaNdmkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d25RCb92Mtg/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2652918255839593548</id><published>2007-07-16T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:16:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LADEDUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i've been sixteen for three whole days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AND I HAVEN'T SCREWED ANYTHING UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;gwad, these few days rocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i think i'm seriously deranged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I JUST HAD MT LISTENING FOR MY Os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and i say it rocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm outta it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;back track to friday, 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dum dum dum dum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yeps, black friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i know. get over it kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my BDAE 's special *smug grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;went to school, like normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;only that michelle popped up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with my adorable birthday gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from her and nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then the happy birthdays rolled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after school consisted of lunching with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;michelle and nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where poor nick got detention for loitering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;poor guy.  i'm sure i'm dying of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;skip to saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;went to watch order of the phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;late for the first few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;don't blame me benjamin khoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you were the one that booked the tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;at ang mo kio hub, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;where we had to rush from pasir ris within 30 minutes?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh yes, MY $6.50??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OOTP seriously sucked and rocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rocked: it looked good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nice actors, actresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sucked: erm, almost everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it's too bloody fast-paced MORON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and that our dear Potter's getting emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;next thing you'll see is him wearing black and red, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tapered jeans, black eyeliner with a long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;floppy fringe and he'd be poking his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wrist with his wand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WOOTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CELEBRATE PEOPLE. HARRY'S EMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what happened to the saviour crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pish. digressing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;after that, went to chinatown KTV for a sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sung 4 hours with only one cup of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;paid for that on sunday when i bloody couldn't talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stopped by at cathy cineleisure at abt 8+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;where ben khoh insisted on buying bacardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;knowing he'll get drunk after two sips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;busted by the inspector,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and bk found somebody to buy for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sat outside HSBC bank to drink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pathetically, cause we had no bottle opener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tried to flip it open on the stone seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AND IT WORKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my fine idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;apparently bk cut himself on the lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cause his bottle tip broke when he smashed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;he became REALLY high after two sips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and i've got pics to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;16th! the fine day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;for our LC Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the teacher was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;real nice to get along with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;one funny moment happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she was fiddling with the radio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;turning it down cause it was blasting poor jing yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;in the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;poor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and she pressed something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;volia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the radio went dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mass hysteria occurred within most of the female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;candidates in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mass panicking went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;finally, it came back on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;see, eventful.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2652918255839593548?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2652918255839593548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=2652918255839593548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2652918255839593548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2652918255839593548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/07/ladedum.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7511970701030522864</id><published>2007-07-05T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:08:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;我要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;我要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;能睡的安稳&lt;br /&gt;有些人不抱了才温暖&lt;br /&gt;离开了才不恨&lt;br /&gt;我早应该割舍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;我要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪怕笑的再大声&lt;br /&gt;心不是热的&lt;br /&gt;全都是假的&lt;br /&gt;只有眼泪是真的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;張惠妹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我要快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7511970701030522864?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7511970701030522864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BOO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yes, i'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;but, why am i posting when&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping in my nice warm bed,&lt;br /&gt;with the nice cool air conditioner blowing&lt;br /&gt;instead of sweating like a pig,&lt;br /&gt;(literally)&lt;br /&gt;in my study, on a thickly, humid June night,&lt;br /&gt;trying to ignore my swollen eye and&lt;br /&gt;trying to finish my literature essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;technically, i just told you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;okay, now instead of sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm bearing with the heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;with only one measly fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;rotating the thick humid june air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;which has no use what so ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;trying to argue that dr. stockmann is not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;true enemy of the people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but his brother and a bloody reporter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what'm i doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;on the bright side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Order of the Phoenix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Deathly Hallows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;are coming out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BOTH IN JULY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;cue loud and exuberant squeals&lt;br /&gt;and unnecessary jumping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;which happens to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AHEM&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mybirthmonth&lt;/span&gt;AHEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;sorry. bit of a throat clearing going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;this is fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a mere nine more days till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AHEM&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mybirthday&lt;/span&gt;AHEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OOTP is coming out on the 12th, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;while DH is coming out on the 21st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wonder who dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;okay, i'm digressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;humid June night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CLEARLY undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;technically, it's incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;once again, i digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I WANT SLEEP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my left eye is partially swollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bully to my contacts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i may have four eyes tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;instead of dreaming of loads of chocolates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my whole mind is filled with facts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;of why Peter Stockmann and Hovstad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;are the 'true enemy of the people'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and i'm stuck defending dr. stockmann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;load of bull shit i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;did i mean to say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yes, i meant to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;woops. no good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm arguing with myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this is abnormal weiqi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you've gotta stop that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DAMN! i'm doing it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well, i shall return to defend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the oh-so-great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i-have-the-truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and-there's-nothing-you can-do-about-it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;technically Peter Stockmann can, and&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY has done&lt;br /&gt;something about it.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. i've got to stop digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DR STOCKMANN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and his  nice little friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;tootles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-306837663579363883?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/306837663579363883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=306837663579363883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/306837663579363883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/306837663579363883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/07/boo-yes-im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7502822746789408284</id><published>2007-05-30T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:09:54.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;BOO(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MYEs are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;did not so well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;but hey, i passed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;structures program started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MT Os are over too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;just hoping for an A;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hoping hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;a few up and down days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;finally managed to get on with art, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;but socially unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;trying to find out the problem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;but seriously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;it's so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;putting up a facade is not my idea of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;other than that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;enjoyed a rather eventful week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Saturday was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;met up with ting for breakfast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;then on the way to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;zeng ting&amp;KS decided they were not going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;both of us followed suit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;went to TM and CS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;totally a wash out in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;stopped by x-craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;saw this ear-ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fell in love with it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but it costs $7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ka-ching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;went to watch POTC 3 today.&lt;br /&gt;it rocked the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;cruelty is a perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lovely words.&lt;br /&gt;jack sparrow was crazily hot,&lt;br /&gt;while will turner was&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY BURNING&lt;br /&gt;loved the show.&lt;br /&gt;though close to three hours,&lt;br /&gt;it was 9.50 well spent.&lt;br /&gt;effects were wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;and the imagery was effing strong.&lt;br /&gt;rather ironic twists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maelstrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lovely little creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;two powerful ships,&lt;br /&gt;locked in combat.&lt;br /&gt;fighting for the upper hand,&lt;br /&gt;for the chance to rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. tired.&lt;br /&gt;no school tom.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs(:&lt;br /&gt;sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7502822746789408284?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7502822746789408284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=7502822746789408284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7502822746789408284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7502822746789408284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/boo-myes-are-over_30.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-922818275807115439</id><published>2007-05-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:30:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;crimson splatters on the white snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;colouring it so crudely it was almost vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;deep red welts on her alabaster skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;painting her life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the dead look in her large brown eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the lifeless flutter of her midnight raven locks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;seem to add to her despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the virginal white shift framing her thin frame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;stained with the colours of rust and mud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;a futile attempt to preserve her purity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;the soft whisper of snow on her skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;the contrast between those touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;barefooted, she walked through the snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;obvlious to the pain which cut through her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;her numbness, intensified,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;by the sufferings she endured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;she finally stopped, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;she found her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;her hair and eyes contrasting among the snowy tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;flake by flake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;her skin and dress already one with the tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;minute by minute, hour by hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;her last semblence of warmth left her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;till only left with those pair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;those pair, the last sign of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;slowly, as if for a last glance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;those browns glazed over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the alabaster lids slamming them shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and finally, she found her way home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;where honey and milk flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;inspired by my bloody coughing fit. finally! they're good for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-922818275807115439?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/922818275807115439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=922818275807115439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/922818275807115439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/922818275807115439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/crimson-splatters-on-white-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-2501064411375549132</id><published>2007-05-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:47:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;boo(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i'm blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;that means, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;OUR EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;technically they ended last friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but i was too busy to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;which generally translated to being to lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;been really fun for the past three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;there is no party which lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;our doom, today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;the returning of scripts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;actually, only got back a few subjects.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;speaking of fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;three days of pure, undiluted slackness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;friday afternoon was spent with michelle and nick(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shopping 'round, neoprinting and overload of spasticsm in toys'r'us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so much retardedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to think i'm so SANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;saturday afternoon was spent watching tv and more tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;evening was devoted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the show seriously rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SING, MY ANGEL, &lt;u&gt;SING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guy who acted Raoul was HOT(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;trica and me were pratically drooling over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;left the 'singapore's most expensive pair of durians'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at about 11+, after buying chocolate dipped strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yummy. i love them(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;went on a zhilian craze, started going trigger happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;reached home at like 12+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunday was spent outside, with parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorta celebrating mother's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MUMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there. you can't blame me for being insincere now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;monday was spent watching movies and more TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;serious day wasting going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;couldn't wake up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;used to waking up late for three days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, i have nothing to say now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so, till next POST(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TATA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-2501064411375549132?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2501064411375549132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=2501064411375549132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2501064411375549132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/2501064411375549132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/05/boo-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-9216799199513087719</id><published>2007-04-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:14:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so stupid, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have something to say to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know you're reading this somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELIEVED YOU IN THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST PLACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;what's the meaning of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you told me you liked me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;then you go get a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU LIED TO ME, SUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i thought i could trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i pity the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;you call your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;if you're this despicable guy's girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;listen here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I PITY YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;seriously, poor you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;break up with him ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;you'll never know when he might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;drop you for another person he claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;that he likes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARSEHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A BLOODY ARSEHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't wanna CARE anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARSEHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wait. calling you that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;is an insult to all other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;more DECENT arseholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THIS DESPICABLE CAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHALL BE THERE FOR REFERED TO AS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can't believe i actually FUCKING believed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUCK OFF, IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you know who you are - SUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-9216799199513087719?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9216799199513087719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=9216799199513087719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/9216799199513087719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/9216799199513087719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-so-stupid-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-1241379597492860451</id><published>2007-04-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:00:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'M BACK(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okayy. i know i should be chionging art now, like ting ting and constance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to confused to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;not about art, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but my personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i get something, only to lose another dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know, you can't have your cake and eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but, it's just simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this charade is getting to complicated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay. on to the light hearted stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE'VE STEPPED DOWN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE STRIPES BABY, THREE STRIPES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mwahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;speech day's over, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;really a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks to certain PDS people who shall remain unnamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;coughkhaireecoughhanbincough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;counter strike shall never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Durex for shields!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viagra for ammo!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god help us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;was laughing all the way with nga lam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wilson didn't seem affected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i knew you were laughing waaaayyyyy in side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was seriously fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoyed the dance. fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;was trying not to laugh hysterically through out the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;poor seanyew. dropped his rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know a few others did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUDOS TO PDS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you peeps did well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;grand finale totally rocked the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;were laughing like mad when we went up the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;zoned out during ongy's speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;was watching the performance ms woon kindly recorded for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;WITH MY CAM(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;check my youtube acc. for the vids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;username: qiqifrankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;made fun of what the guest of honour said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;ridiculed his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;saw a funny vid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;14 times 5 is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;25!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;laughed ourselves half dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;4, 8, 12, 16, 20...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;21,21,23,24,25!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;if you were there, you would probably understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;if not, disregard these meaningless numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;the dance was really quite a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;the peeps on stage were kinda expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;da da da dum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;we appeared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;AND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;we DANCED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;me and michelle were giggling lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;abit hard to dance in full SJAB unifrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;messed up abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;missed the second cue, where we danced the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;went abit haywire, but got back into sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;went to dinner with zt, ks, cons, bev, shannon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;nikki, joyna, jiawen, see keih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;FUN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;we all had steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;ROCK THE BEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;sorry. it just sounded, well, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;during POP, the juniors planned a party for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;kinda expected, and suspected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but it was really sweet of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HEARTS TO ALL MY JUNIORS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THANKS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your gesture was well appreciated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;on to more sombre things. zt's dad passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;attended the wake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;really surprised mum let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;wanted us to go out after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but said nevermind after she saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;me looking kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;this really affected us deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;and even more deeply her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i can't even say how much it hurts her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but when i think of my own dad dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;it brings tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;we've gone back to our normal routine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;she seems back to herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but i know, it's not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;she's not like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;she's matured beyind her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;saddled with alot more burdens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;it's so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;why her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;she's the nicest person i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i can see it in her eyes sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;deep inside, she wants to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;yet, she knows she needs to be strong. for her family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;as well as herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;we're all there for you, zeng ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;stay strong and keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;every thing in my life seems different now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os are coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;everyone's stiffened up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't know what i'm doing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so unprepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i really don't know what i'm doing sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sometimes, while i'm doing classwork,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'd just look up and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what am i doing?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm lost. please, somebody save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i really need HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i swore to forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i even came up with a mantra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL FORGET HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's supposed to go like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORGET. FORGETTING.&lt;b&gt;FORGOTTEN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but, it's going like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;forget.forgetting.forgotten.&lt;b&gt;REMEMBERED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;repeat on a weekly basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i really don't want to get caught in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just wanna get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-1241379597492860451?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1241379597492860451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=1241379597492860451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1241379597492860451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/1241379597492860451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-m-back-okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7567012801555685994</id><published>2007-04-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:28:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawns. another late night for this year. thanks to the homework given&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hint hint teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i barely sleep 6 hours each day. i want my eight hours of miracle sleep~ okay, enough bellyaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i want to change my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt;, but i doubt i will even bother to go and find a nice skin. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in other words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just plain lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kinda bored, while in the midst of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chionging&lt;/span&gt; homework. but after this, i seriously doubt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be posting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, unless a miracle happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; now. bloody drag. i totally HATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SBQ&lt;/span&gt;. bloody hard to do. there's some inference crap, then some shit about evidence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. if this goes on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; over analyse my life as a result of to much crap, as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i think i already am. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;over analysing, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;been thinking too much recently. every action always has a hidden agenda or some meaning behind it. damn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; driving myself crazy. thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; too much about things recently. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you wanna know what things??? NAH,  I'M NOT TELLING~ =x &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then, there are always good things to look to. recently shopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bugis&lt;/span&gt;. bought a new school  &lt;/span&gt;bag, pencil box and bottle. been salivating over these junk for well, weeks, and finally bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been deprived of coffee. my parents locked my stash of Starbucks coffees and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suffering just trying to stay awake. and it's only 10.47pm. i seriously DESIRE COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall once again emphasise. I HATE SS!!!! there. yet, i still like some chapters in SS. i.e Venice, a case study. the good governance thingy. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; uttering rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like deleting the previous paragraphs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet, i desist. they shall remain there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  for the entertainment of me myself and the general public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall be more sensible from this point on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NAH. it's fun being silly now, cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HALF-DEAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no thanks to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. my eyes are itching, but i shall not remove these things known as contacts for then on, i shall not be capable of normal sight, and my glasses will not provide any comfort nor relief, as it is in a far away location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;translation: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too lazy to remove my contacts, and to lazy to get my specs which are in my bedroom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, gotten rid of SS and moving to a slightly better subject TRANSFORMATION!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; stumped at the last part. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. i shall seek professional advice. TOMORROW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODNIGHT PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; normal again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7567012801555685994?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7567012801555685994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=7567012801555685994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7567012801555685994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7567012801555685994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/04/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-9106843316750255807</id><published>2007-03-17T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:50:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!!! I'M NOT DEAD!!!! yes, i know i've not posted in like a million years, thanks to lots of home work&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heard that teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeps, tons of things have happened ever since. congrats to zi peng and fida who are now OTCs, and a big take care to vincent who is going to taiwan for ns tomorrow. TAKE CARE=). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwad my class rawks. our class cheer rawks even more. my class, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the best class ever. i love you guys!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;won three awards in the cheering competition. we got best in sec 4 and 5, best in upper sec and best overall. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HA! take that sexyback(aka 4.2A)=P &lt;/span&gt;GO, GO, GO 4/4!!!!!!! actually, i thought class 4/2A would win but apparently my class rawked too much=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;geez. if 4.2A won, i'd think i'd go kill myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i try to upload the vid and some pictures from the cheer when i'm able to get them from ms lim. and i love my class tee too.=)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the lime green is like SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice. OMG=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you peeps want the lyrics then tag me, and........ i'll see how happy i am then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*bleahx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sjab had a camp on tuesday and wednesday. geez it was fun, but the lack of sleep was unbearable. we had the same camp as dance and npcc, so it was quite fun to see another UG and cca go mad too. many thanks to the seniors that came down to help us with the camp=) i just remembered. GALLANT PEOPLE STILL EXIST=) there was this officer from npcc &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;graduate, chinese and kinda cute.  ex-member of class 4/1 of 2oo6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hunt for him single girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was pitch dark on the second floor cos of the np's camp fire. he offered to walk us to our bunks and shone the torch for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aka me and amirah, who were stupidly busy enough to forget our torches.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i guess i was kinda freaked our cos of the no light thing, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and besides&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my torch was crap okay.&lt;/span&gt; so i kinda ran and he was like 'don't run' cos it was pitch dark, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yes, due to my "gracefulness" i nearly tripped over my own feet.&lt;/span&gt; cos i would fall. see, gallant. why can't more guys be like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so, like i said, all single girls, he's one of a kind.  to get his number, kindly aply at PRCS seniors matchmaking corner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;band was relatively noisy at night and finally stopped making noise after some complains from zi peng sir &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;geez it's weird calling him that&lt;/span&gt;. water games rawked, but i poked my feet like a gazillion times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. for speech day, guess what. *drum roll* there's no GOH *screams in background* and we are doing FANCY DRILLS. *GASPS* there will be PDS, and we are dancing to this bollywood song. kinda fun, but i'd laugh everytime i do the dance. one worrying point is the PDS. i'm afraid their rifles would drop on their head and the juniors would panic and then hell would rule. so yah, that sums up my thoughts on the past few weeks i've not posted &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shifts eyes guiltily and laughs uneasily.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's all folks=)&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/28469242-9106843316750255807?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9106843316750255807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=9106843316750255807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/9106843316750255807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/9106843316750255807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-im-not-dead-yes-i-know-ive-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-6276022555181815906</id><published>2007-02-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:45:24.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't admit that i didn't see this coming, unlike all tragic endings. frankly speaking, i saw this coming, just not so soon. i had envisioned it to happen when we'd quarrel or he'd crapped me too mush. it would least make the pain more berable, knowing that he'd wronged me.  i tossed and turned in bed countless nights, wondering if this was the right decision. we'd mutually agree, but i saw the deep hurt in his eyes. seriously, i was broken all the way, through and through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i had made the right decision, to end it now. with his ns, and with my Os, we rarely met. seriously, i didn't see how i could cope with this relationship now. we'd been disagreeing more and more, and quarrels had been a regular occurance. we've been through thick and thin, i thought, why can't we go through this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i'm sick of our arguments. we can't seem to agree on the smallest things, let it be what to eat for dinner, or what to drink. some how, after our dates, i'd always end up either crying or feeling crappy. i'm wondering how things would progress if we were to conyinue with this relationship. i'm not saying that it's become worthless, but that what we believed in, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember much of that day. i was numb. i told him, and i saw the hurt. i felt like killing myself, returning back to my wrist slitting, self-hurt ways. i wanted to end my life there and then. i really wanted to. yet, i was to depressed to do anything, to numb to move. i vaugely heard him agree, and to remain friends. oh, how i hated those words. 'to be friends'. it felt horrible. empty. torn. life's been a dreary blur for me, just flowing through my daily crap. living's a chore now. i want to die so badly. i just want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with refrence to romeo and juliet, they were loving, but still died in the end. there's never an ongoing party that lasts forever. it had to end somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-6276022555181815906?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6276022555181815906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=6276022555181815906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6276022555181815906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/6276022555181815906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-admit-that-i-didnt-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-392011216697385694</id><published>2007-01-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:45:26.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell. i've had a crappy day. had a physics test today. pretty sure i failed it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waddyah expect. i didn't really study duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  on top of that, i found out that besides level camp, i'm totally swamped with extra classes. damn. today was probably the only day i managed to make it home before 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;woots. clapclapclap. trophy please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  freaking tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much exciting happened during my absence from blogging. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;absence? what absence? oh. *guilty face* hehes. *smiles guiltily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  yeps. went through POC, passed my exams, and generally survived AN. congrats to choong loon for making it best course cadet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wah lau. sgt leh. GO CL=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and congrats to whye keat for snagging best group cadet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehes. stupid zi high. make me high in the end become not so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  congrats to all the award winners that time. one compliant. WHY NO DANCING!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are the instructors trying reverse psychology???dance time=nobody want dance , no dance time=everybody wan dance???? WTH????? I WANT DANCE. stupid whyekeat btw. sabo me. STOP FORCING ME TO DANCE ALONE LAH!. ass. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  lotsa fun stuff happened. got so freaking high. farhan sir did a dance solo, and everybody was like 'yeaaaahhh'. hahas. crazyy. sorry for the lack of pics, but i was too lazy to take any. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my friendster profile. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omg. i'm neurotic. i changed it like a... erm... hehes. last few weeks ago?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seriously, i've got nothing poetic and beautiful to write. decided to dig deep into my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where i'm sure there's a hole the size of america &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and write. came up with something passable, but whimsical. okay. like what am i saying. really really tired. super drained. hope this wouldn't last. it's only the start of the freaking year.  well, i'd better be off. i want to catch some shut eye. cyas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-392011216697385694?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/392011216697385694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=392011216697385694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/392011216697385694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/392011216697385694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-7507491510729291052</id><published>2007-01-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:44:07.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some one save me pronto! i'm seriously drowning in homework and studies. next week's full of tests &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hint hint teachers* . &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; practically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;collapsed last night due to unexpected migraine, and i'm sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;joy, of all the days, on a saturday, when i have to go to the library for skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can somebody tell me why they even invented o levels. god, i'm dead tired. still sniffing crazily. today, even thought tiring, was rather fruitful. knocked off 7 hours and 14 minutes of skills at the library sorting books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somebody gimmie a trophy, or to be more practical, some medical plasters. my back hurts, big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  had seafood pasta and a chocolate milkshake for lunch, but that set me back by $10.90. so i'm kinda broke now, until monday, when i'll get my allowance. currently saving up to buy a new bag from either zinc or yellow, still can't decide. saw sean yew in the library, talked a bit, and i knocked myself silly trying to find book about Francis Bacon when i realised that i was in Pasir Ris community library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which has a non-existent collection of art books which i desperately need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i finally gave up. bought myself green tea while waiting for the bus and became a marathon runner when bus 12 nearly left without me. apparently, i saw sean yew again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what a small world, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;reached home and nearly fell flat on my face. why? oh cause my mom decided it would be fun to put a door mat there when i decided i was being unusually hyper. i bounded in and slipped. due to my graceful and flexible nature &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, yeah, totally not true. i'm a total klutz. what happen was a mixture of sheer dumb luck and something else which i couldn't figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i managed to regain my composure and continued to bounce to my bedroom where i removed the offending pieces of plastic in my eyes, also known as contacts. i swear my left contact is bent on wrecking havoc on me today. it really caused my eye to hurt like bloody hell when i was talking to sean yew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn you, contacts!!! i should go throw you away, but i still can wear you for a few more weeks. i'm not gonna waste money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few day were really crappy. had a serious nervous breakdown yesterday. i went all out with the whole set, water works and all. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let's not dwell over it anymore yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loads of homework, and i've got my o level art paper. pressure, pressure. going crazy soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wait, i thought i already WAS crazy . hhhmmm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;competition training started. more stress added. really taking too seriously. i tried the "at one with your body and soul' thing but i doubt it would work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wonder why i ever tried it in the first place. it's crap. i must have been really tired or deranged then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sprained my left ankle on friday to avoid a collision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which would have resulted in a major concussion on my part. that guy was enormous!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, crappy week's over, and into a crappier week, which i hope more funny things would happen. conversation of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiqi: cons, are you intellectually challenged?&lt;br /&gt;constance: (without hesitation) yes, of course i am!&lt;br /&gt;weiqi: erm, that means you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;constance: HUH! really?&lt;br /&gt;weiqi: (immersed in crazy laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. that was funny. another highlight of the week. we got full marks for our ss skit. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uh huh, full marks man!!! we rock the class man!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;constance and bev were the 'uneducated students' and ting ting and me were the 'educated students'.  crappily funny man. apparently our skit was 'well thought out' and the performers 'co-operated with one another' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks mrs sherri. =)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the script was was written by your truly, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, fine, and bev, ting ting, constance and zeng ting. happy?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can't believe we'd get full marks. i thought our skit was rubbish, and was constantly `fraid that constance and bev would suddenly laugh. but, we pulled through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently on a Cascada marathon. simply adore 'ready for love' and yes, it was the PDS song used this year during the open house. so? does law dictate i can't like that song. okay. fine. whatever. WHAT AM I SAYING???!?!?!?!?!?!? I'M BECOMING DERANGED. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and no nadhirah, i do not have a PHD, aka permanent head damage. my head is just ... under construction=)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'd better end before i really become deranged. ta peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-7507491510729291052?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7507491510729291052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=7507491510729291052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7507491510729291052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/7507491510729291052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-one-save-me-pronto-im-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-116800663937560436</id><published>2007-01-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:17:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how long have i not updated??? the last post was like last year!!!! god, getting hysterical here... i have done the impossible... survived AN, and been keeping sane through 8 months of tortue being an NCO. some one gimmie a prize... -.-... been to shanghai recently, and it so FUN!!!!! shopping galore there. i went crazy just shopping there.  lotsa nice stuff there to see. we were at hangzhou, wuxi, suzhou, nanjing, wuzhen and shanghai... everything was so cheap there, and i brought a new meaning to the term, shop till you drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN was fun, certainly, but i've recounted it numerous of times, together with my shanghai trip till i'm tired of it. met new people, met old friends, gained new craziness, played more taitee with my shanghai "gambling den". we are seriously taitee mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been open for three days now, and, guess what, NEW RULES. oh, big surpirse. plus point. we get to bring handphones to school. we get to come to school late on wednesdays. negative points. we can't use it in class, only during recess, and cannot on our phones. we go home late on wednesdays. our pe is after school. we go home late everyday. JOY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm sec 4, still not used to being called sec 4. our class is som empty. feels like there's a hole in our class, an irreplaceable one. we have a new english, chinese, chemistry(thank god!) and self-study teacher. and we get the strict ones. hoorray. maybe i'll get to study for once this year. decided to pull up my socks, not literally. i'd never not wear ankle socks . aiming for 8 points (or as ms lim so 'kindly' corrected less than 8 points). wanna go to st andrews. thank that certain someone who kinda influenced me. let's strive peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my feelings have never been so confused in my entire 15 years of life. (and i had thought sec 3 was confusing.) fate's a funny bustard don't you think. he's kept all that i want for before, and bloody gives me what i don't give a damn about. now i don't know what to do. as if my stress level this year hasn't hit an all high yet. bloody stresses. really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, nothing much to complain about here. wish me luck for tomorrow's cca open house. let's hope we can do operation commotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-116800663937560436?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/116800663937560436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=116800663937560436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/116800663937560436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/116800663937560436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-long-have-i-not-updated-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-116800269567011704</id><published>2007-01-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:11:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!!! MISS ME PEEPS???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-116800269567011704?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/116800269567011704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=116800269567011704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/116800269567011704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/116800269567011704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-miss-me-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115944622046267769</id><published>2006-09-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:59:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how long have i not posted in this blog? well, A LONG TIME.... crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, last saturday, on the 23rd, i was at michelle's hse for the bbq. OMFG... it was so bloody fun. me and zheling went there earlier, to swim, and we were playing there for a while. had fun, despite the group of boys who were just pissing us off by well, pissing us off. so then nicholas came, and we kinda got him to get the ball for us, everytime it went out of the pool. so funny, zheling kept on getting in this guy's way, BTW, he looked like kunda actually. so we got out of the pool at like 6++ and went up to michelle's unit to get ready, aka makeup and contact lenses. we were kinda late, and then me and zheling started pigging out at the bbq pit while michelle went to play bball with yuan ping and friends. ate alot... still can't believe zheling used the corn as a mike to sing 183's Yi Ba Shan (One Umbrella) OMFG. then ate untill zhe ling was rather full, but i was still kinda hungry, prob cos i didn't eat much as zheling. so i grabbed a few marshmallows and we both sat by the pool side, rolled up our jeans, and dipped our legs in the pool. the effect is rather like some ghost story thingy... piics will come ltr ba... so then michelle and co. came back and then she joined us. nicholas thought it was funny to splash water on michelle, so i returned him the favour, only this time it was a small bowl. played murderer in the dark and then went upstairs to plat taitee. then we started to take pics and vids, so funny. went hm at 11 plus, and bathed then snoozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well back to the present, TODAY. today was fun. we tried to study at constance's house. keyword TRIED. but we actually studied lah... just that we got some stomach exercise. shall elobrate some other time. TTFN, tatafornow=9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115944622046267769?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115944622046267769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115944622046267769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115944622046267769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115944622046267769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-long-have-i-not-posted-in-this_28.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115849153216908542</id><published>2006-09-17T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:12:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today at 9.15 am on a sunday morning, what will you be doing? sleeping right? but i was on the mrt going to the opera gallery for the singapore biennale... hahas... so fun... the 3/4 and 3/5 art stus,( some of them) met at the pasir ris mrt station. from three four were, yours truly, me, ting ting, christian, fatini, suhailah, alicia, jolin, shyirah, diyana, masyitah,raudah, aanndd sharifah. we took the mrt to orchard road and walked to taka. half-way, ting ting said she craved macs so we searched the whole ngee ann building for macs. we were passing a fountain, a massive one and ting ting and diyana wanted piics, so we went down to take piics... then we stopped at aunty annie and asked for directions. thus we found macs and sat down to eat. then mr razak called ting ting and we went up and found him sitting in front of the main building. we all crowded aroung him and he said 'oh since the gallery is so small, we will go in groups.' so we went in groups and then up to the second floor of ngee ann building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like whoa... all the paintings were painted by people like dali, picasso, buffet, etc.. so we were like going whoa... so we looked and then went to the toilet. on the way there, we met the second group and mr razak was like, 'where is it arh? i'm lost' =9 hahas... so funny...  so on the way off, we passed a FAMOUS AMOS store. and i was sorely tempted. i had to physco myself to not buy that cookies, even if it smelled wonderful...so then, we went to the NLB in bugis, the BIG one... so we went to see the  ceremic sculptures and i took lots and lots of photos.. so then there was this guy who came up to us and said, "i'm sorry, you can't take pictures of the steven low and jason lim sculptures..." ooopps..=9 but since i had already taken like how many pics and i was like "oh sorry"... bohdoh tat mampos sia...=9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after that we went to kwan im thong and found out it was closed, so we went to some kind of church thingy and saw a giant installation made of ceremica. didn't really care about the clip they were showing, just preoccupied with the ceremics and glad there was air-con and a place to sit. after that we split for lunch. me, ting ting, diyana, sharifah, shyirah, went to LJS for lunch where i had fried shrimp and salsa cheese fries with a coke and clam chowder soup. OMG... the people there are BLUR... the guy forgot to give me my coke and i had to waut there and he gave me two cheese sauce instead of one, not that i will complain about that... so we all gathered at the fountain with "the water going up" as said by ting ting... d0ts.. so anyway we went back to NLB and to the photo exhibition this time... i saw this disply and nearly cried. so heart breaking... so we ended at about 3 ++ and then the 3/4-ers+azri (minus jolin and alicia) just chiller out at the platform outside the NLB. so0o syahirah had to leave and we said go0dbye to her. the rest of us were rotting away, thinking of where to go... christian syggested a mpvie but we were BROKE... so we decided to go bugis junction (me ting ting  sharifah and diyana) and christian and azri to god-knows-where. we were walking up to bugis street when diyana had to go and we decided to head home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the way to buy the papers for dad, i stopped by mini-t0ons and got a hp strap and another one for my wallet... niice... ao thus ends my day of fun and laughter, and uncomplete homework for now i shall give in to my temptations and go eat my FAMOUS AMOS cookies and take pegs to keep my eyes open to do my homework late into the night... cia0os...=9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115849153216908542?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115849153216908542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115849153216908542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115849153216908542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115849153216908542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-at-9_17.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115841883562706387</id><published>2006-09-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:02:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are millions of guardian angels present around you. they all are all there for you. but there is one who is more than always there for you. that guardian will always be there for you, no matter how hard you wish her gone. she will always be there for your ups and down, for you to talk to. she will accompany you through your joys and your heartbreaks. she is your verbal punching bag, and also the first person to share your joy. she is the only one who will believe you when you fail. but the day when you've fallen in love with her, is the day she will be gone, because you never cherished her. although you'll never see her again, she'll be with you always, watching over you, making sure you are fine, and once again, experiencing your gains and losses, this time, sharing it with you secretly. she loves you, she wants you to be happy even if it means sacrificing herself. she will waste away in sorrow, because you'll find a girl, who is not her. she will tolerate, because it makes you happy. one day she will be gone in every sense, but just remember, there is someone who onced loved you to the ends of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll love you till the end of time, but you'll never notice me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16 SEPTEMBER 2oo6; 1o.53 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the day i stopped being in denial; you'll never love me the way i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115841883562706387?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115841883562706387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115841883562706387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115841883562706387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115841883562706387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-are-millions-of-guardian-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115772623819437094</id><published>2006-09-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:37:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. here i am to write a post... woots,i painted my nails myself... so nice... actually it was in the spur of the moment. i didn't have varnish, only a pathetic colour named purple violet. gah, so is it purple or violet? can't the makers just decide on one puny name? or even a more attractive name... like mystical purple or sensual violet?!?!?!? why purple violet... OMG... okay... going off track now... so, at first i painted the whole nail, but it looked like shit, frankly. i'm not even going to freaking physco myself to believe it's  nice, so i wiped it off. then i suddenly thought of a french manicure=P so, i stuck scotch tape to my nails, and did a DIY manicure...=) the effect was nice, but there was no 'B00M' to it, so i dug my drawer and tada! i found some nail stickers and nail rhinestones thingy.. so i did a Jolin Tsai and pasted the thingys on my nails=). tada, 2o minutes instant and cheap manicure=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before that, i went back to OUTSIDE the school for our SJAB meeting... reached there and saw shameem and naeem there, and soon, amirah reached there. waited for azeemah, but she failed to turn up, cos, we found out that she was sick... get well soon azeemah=)... so we walked to pasir ris park, only to remember that we didn't time the journey, so we jus went to source for the stations... after all that we were at the spider web, and me and suhailah were kinda climbing the thing, and then we took out our handphones and stared to take piccs... we weren't even listening to amirah.. =P oooppps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the whole thing, we went to take 4o3 only to find out that we missed the bus.. thenn we waited for abt 1/2 an hour, and the next bus came. so we were talking abt the camp stuff there. major crapping was also involved. at the interchange, we were crapping about the ranks and etc. then i told amirah that me and wan er frm the st. nicks already had a deal, to become as high as wen xun madam.=) so we were crapping about who's who and who got what ranks... so then when i reached home i realised we hadn't chosen the DIs and the course ICs. so, me and amirah had another phone session.  then i typed the frigging camp thingy... now my fingers are all tired and stuff, but i still post=P so anyway, printed everything out, and now, i shall go do some admin stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115772623819437094?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115772623819437094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115772623819437094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115772623819437094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115772623819437094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115753293584742842</id><published>2006-09-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:55:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back sometime ago from maths and literature. maths was rather fun. after slogging our guts out on maths, we had a 15 minutes break. so, syariah, ting ting Rachel, bev and me went to SPC to buy cup noodles to eat. then we went to the void deck and sat there. so we started crapping about suff and then laughed a lung out. so after eating, to our "horror" we were late, so we went back to school as quickly as possible. then after more maths ms lim then got us KFC... THANKS MS LIM... hugs to her... got crapped at by mr yeo and went to lit. in our 15 min break, me meiyan and joyelyne were eating the some leftovers. the kena palto by suhailah. bleahs... then walked to the bus stop with syariah... bleahx day... HIM still gao ai mei... su fusturating. or maybe he's in NS. whatever then.... TTFN tata for now=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115753293584742842?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115753293584742842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115753293584742842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115753293584742842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115753293584742842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-came-back-sometime-ago-from-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115745464533964451</id><published>2006-09-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:38:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonder why i feel so depressed today. prob cos of HIS bo chap attitude. fustrated lehs... keep on shua ai mei.. haiis... today went back for lit and also partly for the meeting.. kinda fusturated at HIM...kinda feel like shouting "C'MON FER GOD'S SAKE MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!" bloody h*** ...it's like he's one moment wah... SUPER close friends, like jay chou and jolin tsai kind then next min we're like normal friends.... haiis... feel so blahs today. no real word to describe it... being forced to go back everyday for lit ... sians... but thank god i'm not able to make it on friday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surfing the net then mom called me for dinner. looked at the show and screamed. i missed my absolutely fave old time movies, du shen 2.... AAAUUURRRGGGGHHH... bleahx... so in the end watched the last part while cramming dinner down my poorly sore and painful throat. but it was painful cos i was sinfully indulging in Long johns with my mom, cos we went to tampinese (?) to buy new school shoes. bought two pairs then went to indulge with mother before going on a kind of shopping spree, if buying groceries is counted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, summary of feelings: crappy, blahs-like, bleahx-like, and tired. currently listening to Unfaithful by Rihanna, followed by Qian Li Zhi Wai, from his new aulbum, Jay Chou and Fei Yu Qing, then Ci Niao and Fei Xing Bu Luo both by FIR then Stars are Blind by Paris Hilton... gonna fatten myself up with depression, crappiness, blahness, bleahxness and chocolate.. woots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115745464533964451?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115745464533964451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115745464533964451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115745464533964451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115745464533964451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/wonder-why-i-feel-so-depressed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115733592514711381</id><published>2006-09-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:14:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GAH... i hate my life.... i had a nice post and then it had to be deleted. bleahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i changed my blogskin, FINALLY. i've been wanting to change ever since 2 months ago, but ME TOO LAZY... i looovvveee my new blogsikn lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap. Let's analyse my life. i woke up at 6++ to find out that lit is cancelled and moved to tuesday. i went back to sleep only to wake up10 seconds later to remember that i have plans on tuesday. i am up at an unearthly hour of 9.34 am because i can't sleep, i have cough, running nose and killer cramps. i am hungry, there is no food in the house. i wanna go eat berkky but no one's there to go with me. i am bored. conclusion, MY LIFE IS CARP. okay. done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots... ytd was AGI... went to the stadium extremely late cause mdm tan said that we would be sitting there for god knows how long. we reached there with only a minor glitch. the parade atarted with a kallang wave startime fm our side so we jus raised our hands and looked dead. plus we said 'woo' in a deadpan voice. so the host went "GIMMIE ONE CLAP!!!" and we were like clap. deadpan look. then after that the supporting contigent came in and we were like clap clap clap. then the GOH and the flags came in so we were like 'WOOO~WOOO~GO ZONE 1" we bacame all gungho cos the GOH was from Zone 1 (okay okay and Zone 2). then cos min kiat aka vincent sir was carrying the black SJAB flag azeemah was like "eh... vincent sir" and then they were prodding me cos i was taking pics of the GOH... i repeat... of the GOH not him lah...-.- '''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/1600/piccys%20070.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20070.0.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/1600/piccys%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20079.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, so the parade started and we were like "ooohhh another one fainted" pure sadism...=P. so there was the march past and vincent was marching in front cos he was holding the SJAB flag. then we were cheering for izzah and shelia then amirah and azeemah were like 'wei qi cheer for him lah...' T.T okayyy... then he called me on the bus and the ANNOYING people were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ANNOYING me and he said he would call me later. no comment on that...anyway he still hasn't called me... anyway... he also hasn't replied me cos i need to answer back to amirah... aka OIC... so bleahs... &lt;strike&gt;some funny shots i got from AGI as revenge for ANNOYING me. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE=) &lt;/strike&gt;bleahx. can't seem to post the pics... nvm... NEXT POST =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115733592514711381?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115733592514711381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115733592514711381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115733592514711381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115733592514711381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115717999827515436</id><published>2006-09-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:53:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots... holidays started... kinda sians... wanted to post ytd, but forgot in the end. when i remembered it was like 1 am in the morning and i was like 'oh crap' and went back to sleep. ytd was `cher's day so me bev and stella went to sentosa, cos we intended to get suntanning. spent an hour+ getting there and bev was kinda crappy when we got there. we took an mrt to habourfront and bev was kinda complaining abt the lack of seats that was avaliable. then we went to find the free shuttle bus to get to sentosa and went up the wrong exit, thus we u-turned and went up exit a and found the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went there and wanted to go to siloso beach cos stells wanted to canoe but went to palawan beach instead. so we jus went to play with the water, splash here and therethen sit down. we were abt to go to siloso beach when bev was like, 'i feel like going home to change lah... later watch movie all sticky'...., so we were abt to go home, when we saw......... the beach tram and stella wanted to go and ride it for a whole round. we rode the whole round and got off at the bus thingy and took the blue line to the Luge and skyride cos stella wanted to sit on it. we played on the luge and it was kinda fun. but on the skyride, my slipper ad to drop and stella told bev amd bev inturn told dadadadum, CONSTANCE....=P i'm never gonna live this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sp after that we rushed to CS and watched monster house... hahahahahas.... theer was a character in the show called CONSTANCE... hahas...kinda scary in some parts, but funny. then we went to the arcade and me and stella were trying to push bev into the para machine, but the people kept on inserting credits and inthe end we went down to macs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather fun, ytd... sians... sun got agi... mite miss president's star charity, cos got MLB... =) wanna watch despo sia... sians...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115717999827515436?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115717999827515436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115717999827515436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115717999827515436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115717999827515436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/09/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115621153716403297</id><published>2006-08-22T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:38:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiis... blogging from school again... seeming like a habit nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots, ytd soo fun. went with rach, wai kang, pei jie, beverly, shannon, stella(bev's cousin) , and jewel to watch click... laughing like crap... yikes... gtg... bell ring... go home then cont. writing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115621153716403297?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115621153716403297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115621153716403297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115621153716403297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115621153716403297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiis.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115538390599094232</id><published>2006-08-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:58:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a doctor. well... okay. i'll see one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. NOT. i've got a few new blisters and a new headache. couldn't go to the popular book fair cos was at flag day today, and amirah and azeemah were so ANNOYING!!! okay, enough about that. surprisingly finished my story last night, now starting new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. to tired to type. ta=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115538390599094232?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115538390599094232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115538390599094232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115538390599094232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115538390599094232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115510765074461506</id><published>2006-08-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:14:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots... feel so high... too much coke can do that to you. currently listening to "bu xiang zhang da" bi my darling MiLu Bing... on my playlist is yong qi, followed by guo huo, den bu xiang zhang da and ai de chu ti yan, and last but not least, xiao wei, all by my darling MILU BING=). currently obsessed with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to guo huo a few mins ago and suddenly noticed Nic frm mlb has a set of POWER lungs. he can 'la chang yin' for like half a min. but i can't. itching to set my hands on nic's gituar. i love the ace pattern on his gituar. and it is my universally fave colour, black. siANx... cannot play CS, cos now currently using my cuz's com, and cannot download cs.... BORING.... so i have to settle to listen to my abso-bloody-lute fave song Yong Qi now. obviously by MiLu Bing, and not the one by Fish leong.&lt;br /&gt;sians... gonna try to reload cs again... ta=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115510765074461506?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115510765074461506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115510765074461506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115510765074461506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115510765074461506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/08/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115483835120555914</id><published>2006-08-06T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:25:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sianx... so tired... sunday, tomorrow monday, back to school, monday blues, and once more, have to wake up at 5.5o am... spent ytd with my mom... threw a small tantrum... she didn't let me go to the superband finals cos i hit my head really hard on the cabinet door when my blur as hell cousin opend it without telling me so that i could duck. moron... haed still hurts. according to my mom, i concussed and blacked out for 15 minutes. thank god my other cousin who's a dr was there and gave me a green light, but my mother, being paranoid, refused me to go to the finals. then i had to call my friend, who shall be known as mr fwen, to go ahed without me. although he protested, i screamed at him to go and help me support soul, and on the way get his bro to sen d me a pic. spaeking of that, he still hasn't sent me that pic i wanted.&lt;/span&gt; kinda sad soul didn't win. but still happy that MLB won.. stuck in the middle. mr fwen was kinda depressed, and so was i until his bro told us to cheer up, and prob, hopefully, soul would get a contract or something like that. cheered me up a little. still tot soul should have won, no offence to MLB fans. i love their dancing. soul's still the best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrack to ytd, me and my mom went to orchard and we were like, where can we eat sakae sushi, cos my mom had a craving for sushi. in the end we went to wisma atria's food junction and had lunch at this nice chinese restruant. the we went next door to takashimaya, if that's how you spell it. we were walking around the first floor and we passed an LV boutique. we peeked in and saw a load of people and we decided to become KPOs and we went in to KPO around. tried to act posh, but no avil. the prices were jaw dropping. nothing under 5oo dollars there. woops. me and my mom then made a quick exit and went to kinokuniya and i bot 2 nice books. so then after that we shopped at the Face Shop and i bot 3 face masks at only 12 dollars=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then inwent home to see my aunts there with my cuzs and i got my haed knocked out and i woke upwith only half an hour to the SB finals. crap. then my mom forbid me to go and i missed the whole atmosphere. and i wasted ONE ticket. actually it was mr. fwen who wasted one ticket. so i settled for watching SB finals on my parents room with their plasma tv and the sound switched to the home theater system. wen t crazy when soul was singing... although my heart melted when MLB was singing the bossa nova version on xiao wei. NICK IS SOOOOO CUTE. HE IS SO MINE. OMG... he was absolutely charming....&lt;br /&gt;okay, betta stop fa hua chi. i betta go off now cos i need to crunck on my chocolates. buh bye=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115483835120555914?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115483835120555914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115483835120555914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115483835120555914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115483835120555914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/08/sianx.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115465353880233596</id><published>2006-08-04T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:05:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toots... now blogging at school... sianx... finish doing the toot chem worksheet.... wanted to watch miss swan, but then my sound appeared on the speaker... den can hear through out the whole room... gtg... ting ting watching miss swan lerr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115465353880233596?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115465353880233596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115465353880233596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115465353880233596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115465353880233596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/08/toots.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115409572496580152</id><published>2006-07-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:08:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have not posted for a long time.. sad... chose to post now cos i don't want to fall asleep while writing my literature essay. ohmyword... the bed looks so freaking tempting... was in my air-con room doing my essay, but found myself drifting off, then i moved outside, and switched on the fan. but, apparently the fan , combined with the wind from the outside has the same effect. feeling so sleepy... CANNOT SLEEP!!!! must finish lit essay or mr yeo will be after me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHH so sians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to a nursing home. All Saints Home if i'm not wrong... felt so emotional, seeing all these bedridden or wheelchair bound people. cried once, but didn't let the old folks see. christine, joyna and sharifah tried to cheer me up... cheers to you people...=) talked to some of the old people there. flumbled with my hokkien, but constance came to the rescue with her own fluent hokkien. then we went to the third floor. so funny. we walk and walk saying hi to the old folks there and in the end we walked one whole round. so, me, syiarah ,sharifah and fazlee helped with giving out the food. so fun, but got scalded(kinda) a few times. promised myself i wouldn't cry there, but then in the end i cried... zeng ting was the first to cry, the sometime later sharifah had tears in her eyes. knew that there were more people who cried, but not sure. we were in this ward, and christian was talking to a lady who spoke english. then this (KPO) lady from across the ward, who was visiting, probably, asked christian in chinese if he understood what the lady was talking about. i think she thought christian didn't know who to speak english, or something like that, and he was like, "anh" and "orh"... felt like laughing, but controlled myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so tired... energyless... wanna sleep. screw mr yeo. i'll do his essay tomorrow. my wrist hurts and so does my  shoulder. goodnight. konbawa. wan an. don't bug me...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115409572496580152?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115409572496580152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115409572496580152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115409572496580152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115409572496580152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-not-posted-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115373411525441364</id><published>2006-07-24T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:41:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is officially over... i totally screwed up . I went off tune slightly in the first line of the chorus... wahahahaha... i'm so dead. but like my chances were so high in the first place. there are 31 sec 3s, and in total 72 people, all vying for the six places in the finals. so that leavs about a chance of about 3 places for the sec 3s and there are 31 people. now, meiyan and the rest have a five percent advantage while i have a 31 percent disadvantage plus another ten for going slightly off, and also the 41 percent disadvantage due to the sec 2s and 1s. i also have another like what, 18 percent disadvantage because of the sheer talent that the others have. which, divide by 3, i only have a 0.333... percent chance. JOY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115373411525441364?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115373411525441364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115373411525441364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115373411525441364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115373411525441364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-life-is-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115331053607996274</id><published>2006-07-19T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:02:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISSED OFF... How would you feel if somebody says something bad about you. I noe you hate me. I hate you too, by the way. I thought you were my friend. I treated you like a human being. just because you don't like me, doesn't mean everybody likes you. you're even more unpopular than me. at least I have more real friends than you. you never know what's under the facade of the people you call friends. you think you sing so well. you may have that little amount of talent, but you can't pull it off. you don't have the discipline that I have. you can't control your emotions. you cry at the slightest things. you make friends with the bitchiest know.(not all friends of this miss are what I implied). you copy people when you think that they are cool. you stick to people like a leech. you irritate the hell out off people. you're a bloody hypocrite. you like embarrassing people, but you embarrass yourself while doing it. just because you friend doesn't want to be friends with you doesn't mean i stole her. finally, once and for all; PISS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, NOBODY LIKES YOU.=) go curl up and cry, crybaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115331053607996274?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115331053607996274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115331053607996274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115331053607996274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115331053607996274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115330884618552720</id><published>2006-07-19T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:34:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladeda... i went to make my ic today... woots , so excited... can get it next month... poor prople born in october, november and december... next yr than can get ic... dorts... saw azeemah at the ICA while making ic... tot she was going on friday, as i originally planned. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd during cca time was the first time i held a first aid lesson.. did acceptably... at least the were kinda listening... nothing really exciting happened today... gonna sign off lerr... tootles...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115330884618552720?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115330884618552720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115330884618552720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115330884618552720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115330884618552720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/ladeda.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115313320150541088</id><published>2006-07-17T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:46:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody bugger... treated them like a human beings and they gives me this kind of crap. i admit i don't like people like that ONE, but damn it, i don't dish crap about them on my BLOG... WHERE EVERYBODY CAN READ AND JUDGE YOU! and on my own tagboard for goodness sake. have some sense, wait, i forgot you don't HAVE SENSE! the least you could do is to omit the name for goodness sake. i may not like him or her, but damn it, i don't go publicising it all on my blog. even if i do, i OMIT the name. or is the word OMIT of hard for that one to understand. well that moronic illiterate, means to COVER UP that persons name, or REPLACE it... for god's sake you don't even know how to spell right!! next time go learn your spelling before crapping someone off...well, given your morals, you wouldn't even do it if you knew what it means. wait, i forgot, you DON'T HAVE MORALS!!!!! do you know how freaking HURT is the person when you crap them online. of course you don't know, cos you have no feelings, you cold-hearted bitch/bustard. my deepest apopogies to all female dogs or others who feel disgusted in being compared to the one. either that or you've never been crapped online. i could do that to you, but i would rather preserve my dignity than do that. in the first place, do you even think before you do anything? all you can use are those few words i wouldn't bother repeating... is your vocab so limited that you need to us ethose few words? asshole... must be sad to know that you can't spell or scold... my deepest sympathy to your parents for having such a child...must be their greatest misfortune. anyway,piss off... i don't even want to know where you live, cos if i do, your house door would be a nice shade of red now. there's only one thing i have left to say. get the F**KING HELL OFF MY BLOG, and think before you slag anyone else. wait. i forgot. YOU DON'T THINK... you're not intellectually clever enought to even think. PISS OFF STAY OFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that felt better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115313320150541088?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115313320150541088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115313320150541088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115313320150541088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115313320150541088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloody-bugger.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115313116835895203</id><published>2006-07-17T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:12:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping shopping SHOPPING!!!!! god, i think i should lay off the sugar...today after school, me and jane went to TM for Pizza Hut, cos of the Students special... so funny. just love it at Pizza Huts, plus TM's PH was just renovated, and the amosphere is rather nice. reminds me of a high class jazz pub. love it there cos i can nick all the grated cheese and nobody cares.=) we both shared the chicken ole baked rice and chick 'n shooms pasta with alfredo's sauce. then there was the "cream" of mushroom soup. supposed to be creamy right, but it became like WATERY.... diaos... heard it was due to the kitchen getting jammed. ah well... but was rather nice. spent only like 14++ dollars. cos got discount.=) best thing bout being a student. the DISCOUNTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to CS and up to the second floor toilets. and guess what? i became so freaking bored while jane was doing her hair that i started taking pics with my digi cam... looked rather nice with the light, actually... besides, the toilets ARE nice there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/1600/piccys%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20019.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/1600/piccys%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/1600/piccys%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaos... crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to aries where i bought myself a hair clasp in black and two giant clips, one silver with black and white rhinestones, another jet black. following that , we went to montip and jane bought a clip, i bought a retro black and white big shell clip and a chain for my wallet. it's a dolphin... nice and shiny=)... and that concludes my day at TM with jane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i'm joining PRCS Idol?=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115313116835895203?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115313116835895203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115313116835895203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115313116835895203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115313116835895203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/shopping-shopping-shopping-god-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115305464221803030</id><published>2006-07-16T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:57:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY... I'm back on... woots..woots... hahas... past few days my internet got problem... sians... had to endure like 2 weeks of no internet... sians... hahas... 3 days past my birthday ready... not much presents. feel like crying... he at least wished me happy bday last year... this yr not even a mention. haiis... nearly kena "shower" with flour and eggs... but got 15 bashed frm myy darling number 1 part1 nadhirah=) still pain... sad.. hahass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd (15 july) went to watch POC Dead Man's Chest. so funny. laugh untill my sides split...=) Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom are SO freaking cartoon... Keira Knightley was like so pretty in her wedding dress, but well she didn't get married in the end... *mysterious smile* and there was the sword fights... loved that to bits. specially the part where she turned the two swords backwards to stab Davy Jones's lackies.... then there was Captian Jack Sparrow=) so cartoon.... his famous word "bugger...", but really in the end he APPEARS to have died... keyword APPEARS. the ending was left hanging, and that guy Barbosa from POC Curse of the Black Pearl came back, although he's supposed to be erm...let me see...DEAD?!?!?!?! whoa... but still, can't wait to watch the third installation of POC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i was totally pissed out... *SOMEBODY* seriously fucked me up by testing my thinning patience and whatever endurance i have. i really couldn't stand it cos later during CCA that PERSON showed me uber attitude, even worse then some people i know *ahemyeethengkailianahem* and i snapped. i didn't see it coming. i almost never crying school during my cca. that's where i act strong, where i 'geng'. only during then i show my "missy bitch" side. the 'i'm in control' side. i really cried. i escaped the class room and the cried at the landing near the hall. i thought i was okay but when i went into the class and sat at the back, i started crying again. dunno why, but i just started crying again. but i feel much better now. thank god..=) tons of hugs and kissed to amirah, azeemah, suhailah,shameem and naeem for helping me tru this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... i was at the S'pore Idol road show at J8 top of the 8=) wait. let me rephrase it.AHEM... I SHOOK HANDS WITH ALL THE IDOLS AND GOT THEIR SIGNATURES AND A LANDYARD THAT THEY THREW INTO THE CROWD.=) there.. that was nice. felt so freaking high... and i got pics to prove it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/969/3017/320/piccys%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i currently feel like i'm on drugs. one moment high another moody... ah well, at least it's not PMS... haiis... back to school tomorrow... woots. woots...*sarcastic tone* ta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115305464221803030?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115305464221803030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115305464221803030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115305464221803030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115305464221803030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115174663242646387</id><published>2006-07-01T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:43:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hate friendster... gwad... i spent close to three hours just to format my profile... on the other hand, i managed to add a few more photos. yeah me...=) got my beloved philippe starck watch back... my right wrist felt so empty for the whole week in school cos my watch ran out of battery somewere in the middle of my taiwan trip, but i didn't bother to go fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to Park View today... woots to the carnival there. kinda boring after a while, but jane came over and we went to macs in elias mall to munch on fries. saw my beloved mrs yap again... took a pic with her. didn't see ms ang though... wonder where she went... didn't really see anyone there... thought i saw ian, my classmate in p3B, but...erm...i THOUGHT...hahas... still remember my teachers from p1 to sec 2...woots... p1A; mrs yap, p2F;Ms Ng, P3B;mr roland quek, p4C; ms ellia, p5F and 6F; ms ang, sec1.5; mrs neo, sec2.5; mr anthony quek...=) woots to my good memory...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i've been blogging for close to three months... woots... hahas... speaking of that... i finally can say, I'VE FINISHED MY STORY.....yay... no more guilt traps... WOOTS..... haha.... doing cip with michelle yap at CHG soon...on monday in fact...sianx....nothing to write about lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115174663242646387?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115174663242646387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115174663242646387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115174663242646387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115174663242646387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115167563743135705</id><published>2006-06-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:53:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots... new post... the offical countdown to missyTAN's BDbash has offically started... 13 days and started... yeah... getting myy ic soon... in Aug maybe.. sianx... got hooked on to everytime we touch... got 3 types of mixes;radio,candlelight and club... like the radio most...woots... listening to the songs over and over... hoping PDS using tis song tis year... woots...tat time the PDS practicing, me and fitriyah dancing in the SJAB room like during POP, like crazy, insane people... wooots... three day holiday people... saturday, sunday and monday youth day. tuesday is the D-Day, SJAB day... dunno what's wrong wit me today... keep on using voice in side of the one "deep inside you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianx... hoping to complete my story by this 3 days... coming to the climax soon.... got cip in CGH with Michelle... and physical rec as inline skating... trying to psyco mr eddie yong to come back to teach us... sianx... wan him back lah, den we can do skating loh... woots.. miss him lah... quite a no. of ppl online now... tomorrow there's like a carnival at PVPS... going back... miss Park View...miss Madam Lee even more... woots going back to pri school. wonder if they will remb. me hhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 dayys and c0unting...missyTAN's bash....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115167563743135705?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115167563743135705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115167563743135705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115167563743135705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115167563743135705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/06/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115124725408649995</id><published>2006-06-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:54:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;going to be over soon...... holidays, i mean... still kinda pissed... spent an hour typing a nice post and it got deleted. DAMN.... 1 hour 10 minutes left. holding on tight to all the wonderful times i had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the other hand, july 13th's coming soon... you know what to do people *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115124725408649995?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115124725408649995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115124725408649995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115124725408649995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115124725408649995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-to-be-over-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-115063959899341160</id><published>2006-06-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:08:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hell... i feel so bloody guilty... major guilt trip... i haven't posted for like over a week cos i was in taiwan, although i had access to a computer on the third or fourth day in tai zhong... and also i haven't been writing in my stories or starting on my walkathon card at all.... major dots... haiis... gotta think of shumthing else before i start to go on to slashing my wrist or jumping down taipei 1o1 or .... uurrgg... WATEVER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woots... yeah baby, i'm so back... i can finally sleep on my bed again... technically, i came back ytd, and have been slacking but I DON'T CARE... tee hee hee.. OMG i have gone mad... "hua chi" attack in taiwan... god... what am i ranting about ?!?!?!?! woots... taiwan was like COOL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we reached th airport on time but JOY TO THE WORLD (feel the heavy sarcasm in the air) our plane was delayed by 4 hours... yes FOUR hours... mean while we had like checked in through the customs and i stuck myself in the bookshop there and had to rein in the temptation to run away with the Da Vinci Code series of doucmentaries made into books and the script... in the end i bought a completely idiotic, moronic, nonsensical but funny Simson's guide to life kinda book... i freaking love it so much...then we went on the plane. by the time we reached gao xiong, it was about going eleven... we reached rao he night market at about 11.o5 den we ate OR ARH JIAN.... (aka fried oyster in egg) we reached the hotel at 12 ++ den zhu jie (our tour guide) checked us in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was raining for the first few days... kinda dampining lah...the next day we were in pin dong... kenting had a wonderful beach view... but the food was HORRIBLE... omg... i dunno wat to sayy... tat nite in kenting we went walking arount the night market... bot a niice pair of earings... got crown de... hahas... crazy about crowns thiingyy ever since i saw niunai wearing a crown badge on hiis jacket during SUPERBAND... speaking of that... I MISSED A EPI OF SUPERBAND... AND JUS-B WAS OUT... sobbs... such a nice grp... such a nice voice... haiis... we also saw a rock tat looked like a cat at kenting though... WOW... . we wanted to visit a light house but it was closed, but it had a amazing view, even though it was foggy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the next day we were on the way to Tai Nan. we went to see the salt moutains and ate the " salty ice cream" (which in my opinion was crap). then we went to a wadda-call-it Recreational park for a boring trip on a snail paced train.. at night was the best... we were at Guantzeling Hot Springs, which boasted the ONLY mud bath hotsprings in Taiwan... haiis... did'nt manage to see the cute guy i had noticed, who was in the same tour as us, at the hot springs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the next day we were on our way to Tai zhong... stopped by the JiJi train station, where i was sleeping on the bus and did'nt go down... then we went to the Wuchang Temple, which was totally destroyed in the 921 earthquake except for the 3 statues of the gods. then we also went to the earthquake museum in Tai Zhong, where me and my cousin ran around to try the expirement thingyys... then finally at night, we went SHOPPING..... the Feng Jia night market was marvelous... bought a few cute stuff there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then, we went to my fave TAIPEI... started looking out the window for stars, thus getting myself motion sickness for the trips there... i was i heaven there... total heavenn... we went to WuFenPu and i truly shopped until i dropped... we also went to Ximen Ding, but not on the same day... again i shopped and shopped and shopped... well, you get the idea... and i met Miss Tan at Ximen Ding... and i had previously seen Ms Kris Chua at Shen Ken Tofu Street... woots.... then we went to Shilin nightmarket, where i DID NOT buy anything... (miracle, yeah i noe) we visited Dan Shui, which i saw in devil Beside You, and Fisherman's warf which zhu jie claimed to have seen in Bai Se Ju Ta, which had 5566. hhhmmm... did dey even act in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on our second day in taipei, there was a strike in front of our hotel, Holiday inn... hhmmm... kinda fun... no violence though... kinda sad to leave taiwan... cos i still haven't got that cute guy's name... although he sat in front of me and my dad during the flight home... and he kept turning over to talk to my dad... woots smiles... haiis... gtg... training tomorrow... woots... want my digi cam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-115063959899341160?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/115063959899341160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=115063959899341160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115063959899341160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/115063959899341160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell.html' title=''/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114987464589158310</id><published>2006-06-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:37:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woah... like haven't posted for like donkey years... woots.... just came back frm nyaa silver... techinically, i came back ytd, but was too tired to post and today was totally loaded, cos i'm like going to taiwan tomorrow. busy me. yes. i know... woots... nyaa was totally fun... even though it was hard work training for it and a bit more hard work and effort put in most of the activities, it was totally worth it. those who dropped out are totally missing out on all the best parts. seriously... not much injuries to speak off... except my swollen right hand which got bitten by an unnamed insect and i had the CLEVER judgement to spray it with insect repellent to stop the itch ( woah... CLEVER ME ), thus it swells... god... let's just say i will never make fun of miss ___ (who shall remained unnamed) for having doremon hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like got off to a late start as one of the coaches we were on broke down, and it had to be our coach. JOY (hear the sarcasm people) we left at nine going to ten and we reached the second link at about twelve... lucky there was not much jam in the singapore side, and i'm thanking every god i know that our "beloved" fazlee did not sing anything... (miracle, i know. but he was singing bu de bu ai badly off key for a while before the pervious coach broke bown. blamed him mentally for the break down). there was a slight jam at the malaysia side but me and michelle were busily chomping on our energy bars and yakking away to notice. by the time we reached to kota tinggi rainforest nature resort, we were all starving like hell. then we ate lunch and proceeded to do our 'elements' . we did so many fun and cool activities and we even named our group on that day... ROCKERS..... then we pitched our tents... yeah... you did not see it wrongly... TENT people, TENT... but it was raining so we abandoned our tents to eat dinner and after wards took a shower... omg... i was so glad to actually soap all the dirt (and mud) off me. even up to now i remember the joy of showering... speaking of remembering, i will never look at the words oh my god in the same way ever again. the guys in our group (aka joel, sean yew, faizal etc.) are totally hooked on to their "oh mah gad" (oh my god) " wadda f..." (just drag the f) and " TOOOOOOOOOT" and they keep using the 3 phrases over the rest of the camp... we became famous for that... at night the tent was so freking stuffy that i could not sleep properly... and i got dew in my hair when i woke up. yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day was our kayaking expedition. woots... that was major fun, and a major arm cramper... got paired up with sean yew... must be thinking i can relax and enjoy life... but noooooo... i had to do the freaking steering... myy arms were bloody sore at the end of the day... michelle's arms wern't even sore... lucky ass... and ting ting.... even luckier ass... got paired up with a guy who did all the paddling AND steering... LUCKY ASS... (slightly fuming abt matter) dorts... we kayaked about 10 km... and we got to eat in the kayak... we had soggy bread, soggy tuna and a pear, each, cos it was raining.... i only ate the rather dry bread and a pear, some polo sweets, a chips more cookie from sean yew and 1 energy bar... when we reached base camp i totally went to scrubb all the dirt and clayish mud off my body... it took me 3 washes with the shampoo to get off that dry and stringy feeling off my hair. michelle switched to my tent and i FINALLY got some breeze going in our tent and we slept... and woke up with dew everywhere... hahas... still remember that night we had this presentation and our grp did like very well, (except for the fact we did'nt finish)... ROCKERS ROCK MAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our 3rd day was when we climbed Mt. Panti ( aka Mt Panty, Mt nipple blah blah blah... so many names). got the experience of a lifetime. got bitten by a leech... no TWO LEECHES at the same time... got countless mosquito bites, and a swollen right hand. but me and michelle managed to keep up with the instructor up front most of the time. we also had to scale a 2o m vertical rock surface to get to the summit, to find out that... our stoves don't work. YEAH... so we had to eat the maggi like the Mamee and eat our apples. we left camp at around 8.3oam and returned at about 5, where we had our raft building challenge. we got second. the NP group got first... *curses* (jkjk) the we had our solo night walk... walked 5oo m in the dark (well kinda dark... got moonlight) without torch or lightstick. 2nd girl and person to go tru the walk... proud of myself... never cry or anything... the while waiting for the others, me nurwana and michelle lay on the rocky (ouch) ground and watch the stars... so SUANG.... in the afternoon, we went to the kota tinggi river to play... targeted all the teachers, grace and auther, sean yew, the instructors, and almost everybody else. me kena targeted by mr yap and fazlee... splash and kena splash like siao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally last day... and we had to clean the boys campsite (EW EW EW) and the girls toilet ( EW EW EW EW EW EW) . the we packed up and went to the resort and went to eat ICE CREAM... then we did the billy banga thingy and our " EVERYBODY DANCE NOW " sequence... woots woots... the we really had to leave... kinda sad... and we all like did a few dance/cheer in front of the gate. and our coach was late... JOY (again, note the sarcasm)... we then got this posh coach, compared to our previous coaches... on the journey, we watched MI3, but i was kinda not watching after a while. started to pass food around from the teachers and we ate a bloody lot of them. slept most of the time and soon reached home. then went to see yen chun kor kor for my hand and fell asleep cos of the med i got... haiis miss kota so very much, despite the houseflies... haiish... KOTA ROCKS... ROCKERS ROCK.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EVERYBODY DANCE NOW =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114987464589158310?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114987464589158310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114987464589158310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114987464589158310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114987464589158310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK .......'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114899420019496515</id><published>2006-05-30T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:03:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siianx...</title><content type='html'>woah... so long never post lerr... haiis... feel so guiltyy... likke i do shumthiing wrong... hahass...anywayys i so sian at school until i cahrbot physics half way....den go running wit ting ting and come back for nyaa briefing thingyy... den aft training we play floorball, kena hiit by someone *ahemtingtingahem* den the spot above my ankle swollen. maybe go see doctor tomorrow b4 extra class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiis... got several topiics i wanna vent myy anger about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing (prob. the only big thing that's worth really, REALLY ranting about) .... extra BLOODY classes.... freak the principal... freak the school!!!! damn them all... holiday still niid to come back... like this is the HOLIDAYS... in case our *ahem* beloved dearest principal *ahem* does not know, because he suffers from sever hearing impairment or if he is getting senile from his old age, the poor old thing (my ASS) ... whiich is probably not the freaking problem because he can run with the sec 3 boys and give pathetic prizes of track shorts to the like 15 who ran in front of hiim...... woah... going so off topic... back to wat i was ranting about... he must have accidently on purpose forgot about our holidays... crrap... i hate him ( WOAH... BIG announcment)... and the holiday homework... why do we have so much FREAKING homework?!?!?!?!? god... what happened to human rights?!?! just because he can't have a holiday, he makes sure that WE don't have a holiday too... joy... ( note the very SARCASTIC tone) *memo to self. thank lit teacher who taught me how to spell that word.* god i feel so embarrased when myy pout of school fwens ask me out  (sorry ahfredd KORKOR sorryahlii sorry angANG paisehs...)  i am so gonna plead this as abuse of the adolescent's mentality. * breaths out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy... *smiles* felt so 'Laughy' today..... sliip out in derr middle of physics... while our "dear" teacher was explaining about "fyhiscs" (physics) we (me ting ting constance jaena and yan hong) slowly moved to the back, near the back door. then we slowly slid out. sat at the stairs (minus yan hong) and waited.... den ran with ting ting at the tampinese stadium... went to *STARBUCKS* too... myy fav...=) and came back to school for NYAA... then we played floorball. me and ting ting scored a goal each for our team... but i kena hit by a floorball stick... haiis... noe that SMALL part is red and kinda swollen...  maybe i go see dr before our damned EXTRA lessons (really verry extra).  *starbucksstarbucksstarbucks* dreaming of STARBUCKS even now.... hahas.... got to stop doing thiis... haiis... signing off... nt betta to write liaos... next time then continue... no "fire power" left...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114899420019496515?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114899420019496515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114899420019496515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114899420019496515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114899420019496515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/05/siianx.html' title='siianx...'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114863139075533616</id><published>2006-05-26T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:16:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deeply hurrtt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because of HIM i now hear without listening, look without seeing, incapable of living as properly as humanely possible. maybe fate decreed that we would never be together form the start, thats why i lost HIM to another. it's murder to see him with another, but i only can blame myself for not doing anything at first. HE mayy be in bliiss or swimming in sweetness, but i am suffering the consequence of indecisiveness.. i walk ALONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is self love a replacement for the lack of true love? maybe it's true. but no matter how much self love i posses it's impossible to forget HIM... i should just go and die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114863139075533616?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114863139075533616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114863139075533616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114863139075533616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114863139075533616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/05/deeply-hurrtt.html' title='deeply hurrtt'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114846774953422843</id><published>2006-05-24T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:49:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrgggghhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG.... cannnot believe that my parents are so bloody paranoid....they say kota tinggi is bloody dangerous.... OMG... and they say kyaking is dangerous... bloody hell... freak sia... OMG... WTF... they tomorow going to talk with Mr san... wat de... f lah... bloody... haiis... OMG... wanna laugh laio... myy mom was talking to me and she tot we were going kyaking in the... get ready... SEA... hahahahahahas... OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter note, todayy we were like playing guitar... hahass... so funn... ladeda... today changing cords that time keep on messing up then cannot keep up...and press until my fingers pain like hell...hahas... den me and nad and michelle keep on going... arg how to change... them we were all panicky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really crap... cannot find my joy luck club... hahas... cannot find den go buy lo... no choice... hahas... getting new specs tomorow... lalala... happy loh.... hahas...i siao liao... keep on haha-ing... god, i'm really mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, during recess, me and nad keep on saying that we wan to pang seh S0MEB0DY tat keep on following us, then i gave a really evil plan and nad said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, wei qi you're evil"&lt;br /&gt;"OH... I'm insulted... i'm not evil..."&lt;br /&gt;"YEAH Right..."&lt;br /&gt;"really, i'm a sadist!"&lt;br /&gt;then we were all laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianx tomorow got running... dorts... maybe get to wear my new glasses to sch tomorow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114846774953422843?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114846774953422843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114846774953422843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114846774953422843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114846774953422843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/05/arrrgggghhhh.html' title='arrrgggghhhh'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114829585067477963</id><published>2006-05-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:04:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;caos... got back my overall results lerr... quite happy lah... last tym fail 5 subjects but now only fail like 3 subjects....hahas.... siao liao lah... fail my ss, combined science and my maths loh... sianx man... today got nyaa training... den like run abt 10 rounds round the school. erm... i think that's like about 6km? i think so only... hmmmz... can't believe i passed my lit... miracle man... but got like c5 for art... can't blame razak... did badly for my MYE... got only 53 marks for my paper... so paiseh loh.... dorts... anyways jun an also got 53...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;funny thing happened. today sjab nco's meeting, we were like sitting in the sj room. cos i brought 2 mag frm spc dis morning. got click 5 on one cover and wang lee hom on the other cover... then azeemah, me and amirah were like oogling over wang lee hom and how cute he is and all that kind of crap. the azeemah saw an ad in one of the mags... can't remember which 1... cos it was a swim suit ad... and the guy model's dick was like popping out of the costume (duh)... at first did'nt notice, but dear AZEEMAH brought it to my notice by saying something like 'OMG... this guy's dick is like popping out!' and the rest of us were like 'eww' then i said 'cos he saw the girl in like almost nothing, that's why he's like turned on' the i saw the female model and i said 'okay, she is like so FLAT... why would he be turned on ?' then we were all like laughing like mad. then naeem came in and azeemah was like 'naeem, naeem come i show you' and i was like ' don lah... minors leh' and we luaghed again... but azeemah managed to show naeem the "AD". hahas... tomorow games day... sinax... must find a way to chao gituar class man.... sianx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dance to the beat. follow your heart. let it guide you. let it lead you and not you lead it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114829585067477963?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114829585067477963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114829585067477963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114829585067477963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114829585067477963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/05/results.html' title='results...'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469242.post-114818610170547382</id><published>2006-05-21T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:39:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 first post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahas... here i am again with another post. dots. all myy last blogs failed cos i never update for a long tym.... like always... hahas... new motto. wonder when myy current motto will change again. seem like a fickle person huh... ytd when i was reading the chinese paper, saw that jay chou and patty hou have split... was laughing like a sadist. me and my mom... wonder if it's only me, but i dun think that patty and jay are compatible...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jay is much better with jolin tsai... dots... wonder if they will get together... patty may be nice and all (wonder if it's true lah..) but she is like too "shu nu" (lady like) as compared to jay, who is more of the hip hop kind. like jolin (winks winks) hahas... wow... really am a sadist... neways... really sad that lucify got eliminated during the superband thingy. not that i'm their biggest fan kinda thing, but at least they're better then some... *ahemxiarifengahem* major supporter of Soul and QI:NOBE... hahas... they're my kinda thing... hahas... totally obsessed with Soul's dancing, and Rain's dancing, and Niunai's dancing.... woah... going off topic le... hahas... like QI:NOBE cos of their style... toking abt style... kinda like Mi Lu Bing.... cos their "pattern duo guo badminton" (pattern more than badminton...wat ever it's supposed to mean...) hahas... den the lead singer also very comical... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dorts... tomorow still nid to wake up at 5 to go to school.... SIANX.... watever... one thing to look up to lah... getting new glasses... myy old ones are like so flimsy... i sneeze den the whole thing fall apart... hahas... looking forward to the holidays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dance to the beat follow your heart. let it guide you. let it lead you and not you lead it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28469242-114818610170547382?l=dancetodabeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/feeds/114818610170547382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28469242&amp;postID=114818610170547382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114818610170547382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28469242/posts/default/114818610170547382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancetodabeat.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-first-post.html' title='&lt;3 first post..'/><author><name>dancet0dabeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957123304576930785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
