<?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-8558456283318982987</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:35:43.347+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='FAM'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='CIP'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Discrimination'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='movies'/><category term='bedingfield'/><category term='Apologies'/><category term='Horror'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='music'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='school'/><category term='Maladies'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='French'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Mad Jack&apos;s'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Musical'/><category term='pw'/><category term='Mugs and cups'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Examinations'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Napfa'/><category term='Things that make me Happy'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Books'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>earth in my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7114634279375073272</id><published>2008-12-26T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:46:59.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to post, post A's and post Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I had a few revelations these few days.&lt;br /&gt;1. Colin is weird&lt;br /&gt;2. Terence is a rare breed&lt;br /&gt;3. Celle is really blur&lt;br /&gt;4. Even when bald, the guys still don't look abnormal&lt;br /&gt;5. I can spend a month at Kino and not get bored. Maybe even one year.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr Teo can cook&lt;br /&gt;7. I've had (innocent) conversations with possibly the slimiest guy EVER and I didn't know (thanks lou- I mean I knew he wasn't good, but I didn't think he was that bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a class christmas party, and although I was dead with exhaustion, it was really fun. EVEN my exchange gift (it was a horse. more specifically a horse head and a stick)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to do with it, so I'll just display it in my room, and take it out to play randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel a rush of affection for our class. Loves 04.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7114634279375073272?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/7114634279375073272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=7114634279375073272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7114634279375073272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7114634279375073272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-finally-decided-to-post-post-as-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-5252514135161454152</id><published>2008-11-12T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:28:08.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examinations'/><title type='text'>I am slacking</title><content type='html'>Around 1 month and 2 days since I last wrote...&lt;br /&gt;I detest examinations.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have an Econs paper around 3 hours from now and I AM STILL SLACKING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;While I continue to have an internal debate about my apparent lack of motivation, I have decided on a few life-changing (at least for me) decisions that I am about to undertake after the A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise everyday. or at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take self-defence lessons. (inspired from my cousin's obsession with kungfu)&lt;br /&gt;3. Attempt to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to add on to this list whenever I find new inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5252514135161454152?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5252514135161454152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5252514135161454152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5252514135161454152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5252514135161454152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-slacking.html' title='I am slacking'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-2294322510996405210</id><published>2008-09-10T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:29:34.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Make It Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SMeft_zckaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-1ksWyLh6cQ/s1600-h/movie+roll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244335903666377122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SMeft_zckaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-1ksWyLh6cQ/s200/movie+roll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make It Happen [Movie]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plot:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Indiana. XXX people, YYY miles from Chicago. NO DANCE SCHOOL. Girl tries to audition to Chicago School of Music and Dance but fails. Throw in some romance, some 'inner struggle' to hold onto dancing dream and bitch fights blah dee blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What dancing? Jerking movements? Attempts to act sexy but fails miserably. Only saving grace = flexibility. Dancers out there, DO NOT watch this movie. The choreography and dancing is so bad and repetitive it is not even worth saying. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[The girl does the same move over and over]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loads of hair throwing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saving Grace:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Music. Cool song mixing and the beats are definitely dance-y. Especially the 2nd audition song. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Watch it if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You like watching close-up smooches and 'sexy' movements/jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overall: 0.5/5 Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;annoyed at the amount of time I've wasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2294322510996405210?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2294322510996405210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2294322510996405210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2294322510996405210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2294322510996405210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-it-happen.html' title='Make It Happen'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SMeft_zckaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-1ksWyLh6cQ/s72-c/movie+roll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1004664859403682619</id><published>2008-09-01T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:47:41.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>No.1</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year again, where it seems like I'm in the middle of everything. Life, schoolwork, friends... and that you just stop and ponder, and realize that we have done nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta's 18, those Chinese gymnasts whose age although unconfirmed, is around 14-16, Michael Phelps' in his twenties and more... and they've achieved so much. I'm not content to live my life as an average, mundane person. I don't want to look back and regret about the 'maybes' and the 'would-have-beens'. I'm not saying that I need to go break a world record, or become a superstar. I just want to live life to my fullest potential and not just 'go with the flow' like every other person.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is is unwise to think of such things, for people around me keep saying that I should give up everything for studies in this time of the year. However, I keep wondering what an average person would be thinking if they were lying on their deathbed with their family surrounding them. Would they be content with their life?&lt;br /&gt;The old folks have this constant saying that simplicity is a virtue, and that we should be content with what we have. Yes, its true. One should be content and not fall into the 'greed trap' but we have to progress too. Are we saying that once a beggar, forever a beggar just because they are content with their lives? Simple as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 'mugging' time again. A term so unique to our country. In Britain, mugging would probably mean getting robbed in the streets or something. Its the time of the year where I lose appetite because of studies. [&lt;em&gt;I will never understand how people are able to gain weight because of studying&lt;/em&gt;] Its the time of the year when I look out my window and hope to see a red leaf fall, but instead being surrounded by greenery due to the absence of the change in seasons. Its the time of the year when I am reminded of the fact that if I was overseas, school would be starting soon and not ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more paper to end of prelims but there are many more awaiting. I think teachers should teach their students not to mug, but to study for the sake of learning. I think that teachers should, instead of being relentless in the paper chase of the students, educate them about the joys of learning. I used to love studying. Now I can't stand the sight of it. Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1004664859403682619?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1004664859403682619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1004664859403682619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1004664859403682619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1004664859403682619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/09/no1.html' title='No.1'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3561992395683221404</id><published>2008-08-28T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:34:05.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>To sum it all up</title><content type='html'>Finally! The 2 weeks of crazy exam schedule is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks I had fever. flu. cough. a runny nose. fever. headache. etc. etc. and the symptoms kept changing.&lt;br /&gt;The worst I felt was during econs and math paper, where I had such a bad headache and a fever that I was slightly delirious during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That Person' said that it was because of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 DAYS TO MUG FOR CHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3561992395683221404?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3561992395683221404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3561992395683221404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3561992395683221404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3561992395683221404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-sum-it-all-up.html' title='To sum it all up'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-1696107930589937987</id><published>2008-08-03T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:41:38.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Arrivederci, Ci Vediamo a Dopo</title><content type='html'>My sis is moving to NTU's hostel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! I can't borrow her stuff anymore! (&lt;em&gt;but she can't borrow mine too!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she'll be starting a new chapter in her life. Something that I'll miss a lot on seeing that our already little time spent together will be even lesser. However, I guess its alright for I bet she'll have loads of fun while slog and mug my way to A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm stuck in a society where the paper chase is so important that it greatly determines what we will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed that I feel like eating the huge jellybean lollipop lying oh-so innocently on the table in front of me. But I must exercise restraint. For it is not mine, but a lolly that my cousin left in my house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks-One Step At A Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9GLM7xAHYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9GLM7xAHYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. SYTYCD Season 4!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I like Katee and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomeTown Glory-Choreographed by Mia Michaels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5jG2Ybf0ws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5jG2Ybf0ws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All By Myself-Choreographed by Tyce Diorio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU968h_06dM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU968h_06dM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1696107930589937987?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1696107930589937987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1696107930589937987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1696107930589937987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1696107930589937987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/08/arrivederci-ci-vediamo-dopo.html' title='Arrivederci, Ci Vediamo a Dopo'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3731309673389117495</id><published>2008-07-15T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:10:59.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love, from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHA5SyyiU38&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Writing this in with a bit of spare time that I managed squeeze out from my study timetable. Elections tomorrow and I'm experiencing so many conflicting emotions, each fighting to come out dominant. Had a wonderful time in wd. Love love love the exco and everyone. I hope the new batch will be even better than we were, bringing wd to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my cousins again after years, I am so glad that I am able to have a conversation with them without any awkwardness. Its saddening, to know that they'd be leaving in less than a month's time and I won't know when I'll see them again. Unless, they'll be traveling with my family this dec holidays. I don't believe the saying that goes something like, you get closer to someone with time apart? I can't really remember. People cannot be compared to how you crave for food after not eating it for a very long time. Memories that should have been made aren't as we continue with our individual lives that has a 0.01% chance of crossing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Its depressing knowing that it is highly unlikely my cousins will live in Singapore, or that I will live in their country.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this difference will make our rare visits to each other more interesting with a larger range of topics to talk about; however, it also serves as a gap that we have to spend such a large amount of time trying to understand the polarity of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to let you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying. Is that the only thing I can do right now? The things I sacrifice for my studies... is it worth it? To survive in a harsh and practical lifestyle like Singapore, is that the only viable road to choose?&lt;br /&gt;Pros of studying hard: Get a job that pays so I can buy the food I like whenever I want!!&lt;br /&gt;Cons of studying hard: Opportunity Cost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wins. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I had tangyuan for dessert!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3731309673389117495?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3731309673389117495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3731309673389117495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3731309673389117495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3731309673389117495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-love-from.html' title='With love, from...'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-6622705491794141017</id><published>2008-07-12T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:23:06.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Train-Drops of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6622705491794141017?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6622705491794141017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6622705491794141017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6622705491794141017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6622705491794141017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/07/train-drops-of-jupiter.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-4875301637221138322</id><published>2008-07-08T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:02:33.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to Nala</title><content type='html'>Q: Why is this post dedicated to Nala?&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;Ans: Because I &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670657841643362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SHOMTZH0v2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yAAOAXrAhxI/s320/nala+zazu+simba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you didn't realize, Nala's far left, then it is Zazu and SIMBA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Nala? Where's your Simba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To those who are still clueless on what I'm talking about, Nala is the person known from the link from my blog as 'The Hot Dancer'. Was thinking of calling her cub (as in lion cub, not bear) because I like her hair! But I soon had this 'epiphany' to call her Nala instead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearest Nala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was trying to do gp when I thought of disney--&gt;lion&lt;br /&gt;king--&gt;simba--&gt;you. However, please rest assured that no blame will be put on you if I am unable to complete my gp homework. This is because I'm stuck. Plus the fact that I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night Nala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4875301637221138322?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4875301637221138322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4875301637221138322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4875301637221138322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4875301637221138322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/07/dedicated-to-nala.html' title='Dedicated to Nala'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://bp2.blogger.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SHOMTZH0v2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yAAOAXrAhxI/s72-c/nala+zazu+simba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8298287301919517066</id><published>2008-06-29T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:55:41.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Pigs</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to continue my history essay on SEA economy and whatisnots..&lt;br /&gt;The words are just not.. flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to malay songs because I'm sick and tired of chinese, english, jap, korean and the rest. Have you heard Vanessa Hudgen's new song??&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Hudgens - Sneakernight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x34Sa0u6mUo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went to Penang a few hours ago with my aunts and nana to shop. She said we'll share the stuff she buys.&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice sister right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;She's going to a hostel for uni, and she laughed and said that I can go to her hostel every week to borrow clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need new clothes. Hmph. Even if it becomes frayed and tattered. The worse it can get is... for me to go shopping myself even though I dislike it &lt;em&gt;muchly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The essay beckons. If I can get a good review of it... Pigs'll fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8298287301919517066?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8298287301919517066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8298287301919517066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8298287301919517066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8298287301919517066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/06/pigs.html' title='Pigs'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-5443018715349115140</id><published>2008-06-24T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:07:05.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napfa'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Have PE lessons. again. With scary teacher.&lt;br /&gt;PE used to be my favourite time of the day. Now, I just hate it. The teachers and the entire environment are just so dead. With no enthusiasm, plus the bad memories of forcing upon us loads of training just so that we can do well for Napfa and not let the school's name down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5443018715349115140?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5443018715349115140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5443018715349115140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5443018715349115140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5443018715349115140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-5178265658766449275</id><published>2008-06-23T21:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:00:09.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Club Med</title><content type='html'>In 4 days, I've went windsurfing, kayaking, snorkeling, diving, sailing and more and I've changed to brown! (so glad its not black!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215113529903603346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SF_OH-U83pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WqFm2pkJuDw/s320/Club_Med_Bintan.jpg" border="0" height="220" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to work in Club Med next time! They always seem to have a great time and they have buffets available almost 24/7!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they have Jap/Korean/Chinese/Western/Indonesian etc. food served &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a dessert table and salad bar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this Thai 'hot' dude instructor (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mum and aunts think he's hot..&lt;/span&gt;) told my family that their pay is low, they have super crammed rooms to sleep in at night PLUS you only get around 5 hrs of sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but he's only there because he wants to learn club management skills and apparently Club Med is very VERY good in branding.&lt;br /&gt;But still, facing that wonderful beach and seeing new people come and go is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. CT results were absolute crap. Facing end of term in exco.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love zong's garlic!&lt;/span&gt;) and I start A's on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 OCTOBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky can I be??&lt;br /&gt;Plus, 4 consecutive days of papers, one of which has a 2 papers in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm one of the earliest who will finish the A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14NOVEMBER!! WAIT FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dance terribly.&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/8558456283318982987-5178265658766449275?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5178265658766449275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5178265658766449275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5178265658766449275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5178265658766449275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/06/club-med-ooiiiii.html' title='Club Med'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SF_OH-U83pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WqFm2pkJuDw/s72-c/Club_Med_Bintan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1688652300849315729</id><published>2008-06-19T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:25:45.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Back from Bintan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am this...&lt;/span&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;colourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolour&lt;br /&gt;colourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolour&lt;br /&gt;colourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolour&lt;br /&gt;colourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolourcolour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which will soon turn to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 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bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me time to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1688652300849315729?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1688652300849315729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1688652300849315729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1688652300849315729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1688652300849315729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-bintan.html' title='Back from Bintan'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3773055134112868369</id><published>2008-06-06T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:34:02.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I'm so glad it was us</title><content type='html'>To my dearest excos,&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;s&gt;reg and shining's&lt;/s&gt; unglam moments&lt;br /&gt;To food-ing&lt;br /&gt;To 'talking'&lt;br /&gt;To helping each other&lt;br /&gt;To mugging&lt;br /&gt;To stressing&lt;br /&gt;To having great fun&lt;br /&gt;To working&lt;br /&gt;To all the little things that we did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dedicate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208436334997119970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SEgVQE69o-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/keqFoms4XwM/s320/muffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUFFINS TO ALL OF YOU!!&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I ate till my tummy hurts...&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/8558456283318982987-3773055134112868369?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SEgVQE69o-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/keqFoms4XwM/s72-c/muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1450430180879064787</id><published>2008-06-04T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:10:57.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>It will NOT be the END</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SEan266G73I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X48h12ikeMY/s1600-h/Forever+With+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208034581068312434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SEan266G73I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X48h12ikeMY/s320/Forever+With+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aye-arr-eye-ass-tee-aye-elle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think out of the 3 that I've performed in, wd's performance was definitely the best this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO many people said they loved loved our items! Especially seniors and gn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I only participated in one item this year&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as compared to last year in which I participated in 3 -I wanted to kill myself... I know...)&lt;/span&gt;, it being one of the most memorable made the experience even more exciting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY HOPE I CAN DANCE NEXT YEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you jo, celle-the-one-with-crutches, mer, nat, jiayi, enqin, jiafang, kim, the guys and many more who came down for this performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all the dancers who I know put in so much effort in each item, especially wd of course! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm a bit biased. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks especially to those in seniors, making practice so much fun and crazy! Loved the eating sessions (my blessed angels who provided food!!!!) Rachchew, jiateng, calvin, tis, jamie, zhangfan, serene, eunice, aiwei, wanzhen, gimlim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE MOST IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WDEXCO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite everything, it turned out &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fantabulastically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; great! Thanks for all the encouragement and the helping to making our items wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on a side note, I love our shirts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Streetfest is next. argh!! 2 more days!!! Really hope that we do a good job, if not a great one! Hope I wasn't really fierce. I don't think I was that strict as compared to buttsoff &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hey, that was a competition!)&lt;/span&gt;, but I hope the juniors are ok with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance term coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really want to think about it so I shall just mug now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to do well for A's if not all I have is my kindergarten graduation certificate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1450430180879064787?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1450430180879064787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1450430180879064787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1450430180879064787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1450430180879064787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-will-not-be-end.html' title='It will NOT be the END'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SEan266G73I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X48h12ikeMY/s72-c/Forever+With+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8360342137381639385</id><published>2008-05-27T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:12:49.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>G*** shizz</title><content type='html'>Why can't people )(*#@ stop messing with my stuff?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people )($T)*$* just keep their )#()$(%T hands to themselves?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned pissed.&lt;br /&gt;someone used my bag, with my hat in it, and now my &lt;a href="mailto:#@*($"&gt;#@*($&lt;/a&gt; is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid piece of shizz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8360342137381639385?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8360342137381639385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8360342137381639385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8360342137381639385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8360342137381639385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/05/g-shizz.html' title='G*** shizz'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-6550308187797378229</id><published>2008-05-25T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:51:14.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Its not fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PZR can upload cool videos on his ipod and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com is always so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go for dance practices some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;After dance went to orchard to buy costumes for aristal! GOT A SHIRT!&lt;br /&gt;One thing off my mind, but I am so so so bad at shopping. After a while my back starts hurting and my legs are aching and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craving &lt;/span&gt;for a shoe shop so I could sit down. Andrea was laughing at me... But I'm indebted to her for she is going to get me my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coolioz punk rocker &lt;/span&gt;thing!!&lt;br /&gt;Then had a meeting today until like 10+pm @ Lido.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so embarassing for I got lost on my way there.&lt;br /&gt;Or to be more accurate, I always ended up at the wrong side of the crossroads walking in the underpass.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that the path moves (like the stairs in Hogwarts), which is the reason why I can't walk to my intended space.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should go out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Harmoc playing some really nice songs today. Wondered if Gladys was there but didn't see her.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few people for the first time in a long long while during dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Aristal is coming and I managed to be part of it!&lt;br /&gt;However, my stamina has become so bad that just dancing for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I am panting for air and my heart beats like a 'choo-choo' train. ARGH. Despite that, I'm glad PE's over due to the fact that &lt;u&gt;THERE'S NO MORE NAPFA&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all put in our 10000000%!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SUPER EXCITED AND I'VE DECIDED TO START COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS TILL A'S ARE OVER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE WILL BE SOOOOO GOOD WHEN IT FINALLY IS OVER!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least until uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to watch prince caspian (my parents said indiana was so-so... see mel!!)&lt;br /&gt;want to finish choreo-ing streetfest.&lt;br /&gt;wants aristal to be fantabulistic!&lt;br /&gt;misses my class loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6550308187797378229?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6550308187797378229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6550308187797378229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6550308187797378229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6550308187797378229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-fair.html' title='Its not fair'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-8762667834196535252</id><published>2008-05-22T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:08:47.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Common what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CTs are finally OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aristal's next week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*jumps with joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had a class outing, which was supposedly to have dinner with Mr LWC, but he couldn't make it so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the last class outing until after A's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gladys and I are so jinxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; happens when the two of us are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217501747955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SDWKwADIRdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XCY4bAdzM38/s320/horror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long long time ago, Gladys and I decided to go to the washroom, and at that point in time, we were at CitiLink (&lt;em&gt;did I spell it correctly?&lt;/em&gt;). Whilst we were laughing and talking, we walked down this 'corridor' with sinks at the side, where there were quite a couple of guys washing their hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we turned the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE SAW URINALS AND A COUPLE OF GUYS P**ING!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217493158020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SDWKvgDIRcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/noyOOzHx2fg/s320/urinals!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so shocked and horrified and Gladys and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out of the area for we had unknowningly walked into ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GUY'S TOILET.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never so embarassed in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the 'Ladies' door was closed (which was the same colour as the wall) and the sign being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;excruciatingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mini&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[go see a picture of it in Gladys' blog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; coupled with the fact that the male washrooms door was open and it was a straight pathway leading towards it, Gladys and I had an experience never to be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY WERE THE GUYS WHO WERE STARING AT US WHEN WE WENT IN SO... '&lt;em&gt;HAPPILY' NOT SAY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;?!??!??!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So embarassing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203218708633765346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SDWL2QDIReI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oN2fNE8buW0/s320/embarassed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it nearly happened again today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gladys and I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking to the washrooms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, we did enter the right one, it was just that when we walked out, we made a wrong turn and headed towards the &lt;em&gt;gents... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky we realized it early...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gladys... we are so jinxed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gladys&lt;/span&gt;' blog @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkfurrypencilcase.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.pinkfurrypencilcase.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves 04!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8762667834196535252?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8762667834196535252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8762667834196535252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8762667834196535252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8762667834196535252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/05/common-what.html' title='Common what??'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SDWKwADIRdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XCY4bAdzM38/s72-c/horror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4709044103916654471</id><published>2008-04-29T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:15:51.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Oh the Horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SBc6mfe21FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/60uRaYeNO_w/s1600-h/The+Horror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194685128155518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SBc6mfe21FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/60uRaYeNO_w/s320/The+Horror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.chron.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; terror of a student - Common Test in less than 2 weeks. And counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4709044103916654471?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4709044103916654471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4709044103916654471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4709044103916654471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4709044103916654471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-horror.html' title='Oh the Horror'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SBc6mfe21FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/60uRaYeNO_w/s72-c/The+Horror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4887434130553648269</id><published>2008-04-15T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:46:52.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napfa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>I'm so happy yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SAS_g8lJAyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CpCuGOYzEy4/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189483243376280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SAS_g8lJAyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CpCuGOYzEy4/s320/I%27m+Happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAPFA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over. over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over. over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I forget to mention that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAPFA is over????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since PE was my first lesson on monday, despite the fact that I slept at 3am and woke up at around 5+, I was awake the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was soooo glad that NAPFA is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that I do badly at NAPFA, but I don't really like doing all the stuff we have to do. Say for example...... 2.4km run.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Record kept so I'm fine with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTAL IS ON THE 30TH OF MAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4887434130553648269?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4887434130553648269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4887434130553648269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4887434130553648269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4887434130553648269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-happy-yeah.html' title='I&apos;m so happy yeah'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/SAS_g8lJAyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CpCuGOYzEy4/s72-c/I%27m+Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7221333625371662802</id><published>2008-04-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:01:20.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YATTA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FINALLY DANCING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7221333625371662802?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/7221333625371662802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=7221333625371662802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7221333625371662802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7221333625371662802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/04/yatta-finally-dancing-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-762310036902292677</id><published>2008-04-03T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:03:18.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me Happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So You Think You Can Dance - Austrailia&lt;br /&gt;Jemma &amp; Rhys &lt;strong&gt;Waltz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqPs9omL2MI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqPs9omL2MI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa &amp; Jack &lt;strong&gt;Contemporary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8SM1GRZsNg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8SM1GRZsNg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAte &amp; Graeme &lt;strong&gt;Contemporary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyZaUANJIZI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyZaUANJIZI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just For Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway - Lets Make A Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdTk-UbbjVA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdTk-UbbjVA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQtouX-mQ28&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQtouX-mQ28&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-762310036902292677?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/762310036902292677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=762310036902292677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/762310036902292677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/762310036902292677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-you-think-you-can-dance-austrailia.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-9152736460385028509</id><published>2008-03-19T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:12:07.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Good to be back</title><content type='html'>Humanities Trip was so FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 girls rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post photos when I finally get the time to get them out of my camera. (sorry Peixin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details later. I'm just so dead tired after 3 hours of Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing Aristal.&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry. Especially to GL, TL, RL and XC&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best but... don't get your hopes up k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&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;A'S ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-9152736460385028509?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/9152736460385028509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=9152736460385028509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/9152736460385028509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/9152736460385028509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-to-be-back.html' title='Good to be back'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-5919994997144057821</id><published>2008-03-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:21:40.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It will NOT be the END</title><content type='html'>Something in my life has ended.&lt;br /&gt;Something which made me experience an emotion so horrible that it is spurring me to work much harder than before just for the sake of avoiding that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say I love fodding.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fod-ders.&lt;br /&gt;More than I love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;To SW and CT&lt;br /&gt;To Twin, HT, WZ&lt;br /&gt;To CM, JC, AC, SL, LL, RC, CL, ZF&lt;br /&gt;To RL, SN, JA and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wants tickets to St Nick's Fiesta??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I can't believe I'm helping to promote tickets to a secondary school not my own. I think I pamper my younger sis too much-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;VIETNAM!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;CAMBODIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;YATTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5919994997144057821?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5919994997144057821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5919994997144057821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5919994997144057821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5919994997144057821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-will-not-be-end.html' title='It will NOT be the END'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-2297740156231520479</id><published>2008-02-28T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:37:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Crap</title><content type='html'>History Sem!!&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun, loved those little puffs they gave us to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Role-Play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for we managed to get one out of three awards. Although the poster is a tad ______. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks especially to Mel, Jo, Mel's sister, Ms Oon and Ms Lim, the rest of the History Sem people, Jia Fang and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a talk about overseas university application today. Was a bit demoralized. Jo Lynn and I felt that we needed to beg or go homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ask our parents to kick us out and I shall stay at the construction site next to our school. Will have service with honour for I'll put brick upon brick for the new building&lt;br /&gt;-jolynn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a sob story! Or something to make our lives appear more interesting seeing that mine only revolves around family, cca and school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being pretentious is not a good trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2297740156231520479?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2297740156231520479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2297740156231520479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2297740156231520479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2297740156231520479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-crap.html' title='More Crap'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1190923008272782429</id><published>2008-02-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:18:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fod Off</title><content type='html'>Because I feel absolute crap, I can emo all I want.&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;I really was reconsidering how I viewed you, but I was so disappointed. Even though it hurt for a while, thank goodness dance made me forget and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that disappointment, and when my feelings were feeling perky again, I had to realize something that made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I personally think that 'sad' is not exactly the right word to describe how I felt. Therefore, I kind of wanted to start a research, analyzing the inadequacies of words to express emotions and how to identify them.&lt;br /&gt;This is with the knowledge that despite everything we experience is due to chemical changes in our body, I wish to figure out the emotions in the 'arts' POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 DAYS TO GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1190923008272782429?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1190923008272782429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1190923008272782429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1190923008272782429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1190923008272782429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/fod-off.html' title='Fod Off'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-242997979455579393</id><published>2008-02-14T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:19:19.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>For The Sake of Fodding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Be Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Play Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Victor's mentality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WE CAN AND WILL DO IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-242997979455579393?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/242997979455579393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=242997979455579393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/242997979455579393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/242997979455579393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-sake-of-fodding.html' title='For The Sake of Fodding'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-632508490817342682</id><published>2008-02-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:52:35.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>That Time of The Year.. Again</title><content type='html'>Dearest Jade-d and I have set up a club.&lt;br /&gt;Its called the "Heck Care About V-Day Club!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R7G8fuxt-dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DaWoyJwmHyM/s1600-h/V+Treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166117500889201106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R7G8fuxt-dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DaWoyJwmHyM/s320/V+Treats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only wonderful thing about V-Day is the food! &lt;em&gt;[I am not food crazy Kang Ming!]&lt;/em&gt; Seeing how I do not exactly fancy pink and all the lovey-dovey heart shaped things... I don't see why it is a day where many people around all go around &lt;em&gt;goo-ing and gaa-ing&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think my cynicism stems from the lack of someone to spend it with, for I have so many people I love around me. Why must the declaration of love, be it friendly or otherwise, be only done on that day? Spontaneity is best I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess there is something to look forward to this V-Day. One of which is my uncle's birthday. Cake Alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics test tomorrow and I've just finished revising my notes. Had to rant about something so disgusting that I saw on the bus. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 people making out in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What made it more gross was that it was a crowded bus! It totally disturbed me since I was embracing my 'inner mugger spirit' and studying for Econs on the ride home. And when I took a break to rest my eyes... My eyes are scarred.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's nearing V-Day! Blame everything on the half-dressed invisible cupids floating around! Whoo! &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I do not get nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-brother is my saviour! Mer too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R7HAFOxt-eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qJ2fuHalNbY/s1600-h/Knight+in+Shining+Armour+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R7HAFOxt-eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qJ2fuHalNbY/s320/Knight+in+Shining+Armour+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166121443669178850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about CCA today and those two wonderful people came to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading my previous posts and I remember why I said Magnus was an a**hole!!! Because he kept teasing about me and *cough*!!!!! ARGH!! I get angry even thinking about it now!! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-632508490817342682?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/632508490817342682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=632508490817342682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/632508490817342682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/632508490817342682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time of The Year.. Again'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R7G8fuxt-dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DaWoyJwmHyM/s72-c/V+Treats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-101274175866654059</id><published>2008-02-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:04:08.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>You're Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY HAS BEEN &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LYING&lt;/span&gt; TO ME SINCE GOD KNOWS WHEN. AND I &lt;s&gt;WAS&lt;/s&gt; AM RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/span&gt; HORRIBLE AT DANCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the video of us practicing, I was so SO shocked. Wait. That's kind of an &lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTATEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;. Have I always been dancing like that?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;OH I'M SO GOING TO BRING FOD DOWN. WHICH I CAN'T AFFORD TO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means I've got to keep practicing non-stop till I correct every single mistake I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year = &lt;em&gt;hong bao &lt;/em&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR COOKIES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may love the goodies more than the money. However, my mum has been telling me that I've been eating too much. I am so depressed now. So I guess I will just eat the 3 main meals daily, forgoing my breaks, teatime, supper etc. etc.&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;I don't like shopping that much, but I HAVE NO NEW CLOTHES! Except for the dress that my aunt bought for me on my birthday, &lt;em&gt;which I would probably not wear out EVER. &lt;/em&gt;But I guess I do not really have a choice here.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to learn to like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, the Communist Revolution in China is so messy that I do not really know how to write the script for the play for History Seminar. Mugging during the holidays yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Current Favourite Song: So Close by Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-101274175866654059?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/101274175866654059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=101274175866654059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/101274175866654059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/101274175866654059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-special.html' title='You&apos;re Special'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-3236902154639257457</id><published>2008-02-02T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:55:04.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What Life?</title><content type='html'>This is the story about someone whose life only revolves around family, school and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cloudy day, and X was dancing yet again. Dance, mug, sleep and eat. That's all X does. One day, when X was going home after dance, J messaged her and asked her whether she was free. Yet again, X apologized and said she was really busy with many stuff on her hands. J then told X that she has no life and that she is always busy with something. Sorry J, but I think X feels that dance has to come first. Sometimes so much so that X has to study doubly late into the night so that she wouldn't be behind in her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch and 'Ke Ai Ji' with SW, Magnus, Zong, Xiaobai, Sophia and Jamie, and we had so much fun talking crap. Although I feel kind of guilty now so I shan't say much about what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;Strained my right butt today! Haha. Hurt quite a bit till I could not do full out at all. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Got drenched in the rain, eating a second lunch with my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to become a &lt;a href="mailto:pig!!!!@#()%"&gt;pig!!!!@#()%&lt;/a&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan Dance Delight - G'old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDxTNahPIC0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDxTNahPIC0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAecBGBPKik&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAecBGBPKik&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA- Do The Motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dance with a cane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_uvznMbT-c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_uvznMbT-c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess. I went blog surfing to waste time. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I saw quite a few things that I wish I'll never ever see again. Say for example, photos of me on Mel and Tis' blog *cough*. &lt;br /&gt;Missing the 04 people so so much. Its like my life doesn't really include you guys anymore. Miss the times where Mel calls us her nehneh's and how we would dedicate songs to each other for the fun of it. &lt;br /&gt;Still love you guys loads though. I'll try to not be such a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, VACATION IS COMING!!&lt;br /&gt;[Let's just ignore the impending assignments and exams after CNY]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3236902154639257457?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3236902154639257457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3236902154639257457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3236902154639257457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3236902154639257457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-life.html' title='What Life?'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2338774947328351973</id><published>2008-01-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:17:23.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Putting Things into Perspective</title><content type='html'>On the car ride home, listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold 90fm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and this ridiculous song was aired. The lyrics went something like..&lt;br /&gt;The girl sings: "I'm a one man woman"&lt;br /&gt;And the guy goes: "But I'm a two timing man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hilarious, more so when my dad knew the lyrics to the song!&lt;br /&gt;However, I can't say much about the singers of our generation too. Listen to the lyrics of Gold-digger. I think its by 50 cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear S&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find the strength in yourself&lt;br /&gt;To continue on with life.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she isn't there anymore,&lt;br /&gt;She'll always be looking over you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stress yourself&lt;br /&gt;And talk to me alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leukaemia is something frightening and not as far away as we believe it to be.&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just want to dance and dance and dance and dance and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2338774947328351973?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2338774947328351973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2338774947328351973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2338774947328351973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2338774947328351973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/putting-things-into-perspective.html' title='Putting Things into Perspective'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-9222154506818707910</id><published>2008-01-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:56:46.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>Oh my 'tian'. I give up. I'll join Facebook like the millions and billions of people around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;I need to check out some pictures that my friends from Italy is posting. But I don't think I'll add friends or anything. Unless they do so. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-9222154506818707910?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/9222154506818707910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=9222154506818707910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/9222154506818707910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/9222154506818707910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-2060697298791101110</id><published>2008-01-25T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:23:29.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><title type='text'>I have NO LIFE</title><content type='html'>PE was tiring. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY TIRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ran 2.4 and I deproved. Barely went below 1130.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE RUNNING!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. Is this a dance thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, was that the PE teacher offered to help improve our standards by asking us to come down on Thurs to run. I should stop whinging. That I know. My PE teacher is really nice, its just that I do not exactly fancy running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am annoyed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[big surprise? no?]&lt;/span&gt; This is all because of s***** possum. Wanted to go for chem, but I forgot to bring my timetable [my fault I know]. Anyway possum, even though he went for lunch with mel and I, didn't want to tell me our venue for chem. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WTBBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I had the presence of mind to try to reach class 15 mins before it started. &lt;strong&gt;BUT NO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Because I had no idea where it was, and most people did not have lunch before Chem and were in some class... I spent 10++ mins walking up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF S***** POSSUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME THE VENUE?!?! ITS NOT AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW!!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I will never ever not bring my timetable AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had tuition, kind of did math for around 4.5 hrs non-stop. Did not even eat dinner 'til around 2230. Now, I should be doing GP AQ, but I needed a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I dream of cranberries. Yum Yum. And I think I need to stop being so easily bribed - by food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KangMing! Don't you dare forget about my waffles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2060697298791101110?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2060697298791101110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2060697298791101110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2060697298791101110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2060697298791101110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-no-life.html' title='I have NO LIFE'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4843548685368490801</id><published>2008-01-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:20:00.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fodding My Life Away</title><content type='html'>I am super pissed.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with people?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone understand that&lt;strong&gt; I DON'T FREAKING WANT MY ADD TO BE ADDED ON TO THE LIST IN OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change blogs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happier note, dance practice was quite fun, however, I was doing it in pain for a have a strained muscle in my right leg. It is quite painful to move about in. Also, catch-phrases for our Faculty of Dance shirts are finalized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was so bored today and had nothing much to do, went to sit in for Econs remedial. Good thing that it actually helped me quite a bit. The only problem being that I can only have lunch at 3+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was blog surfing for a while, and saw Mel's blog!&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test7_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What Should You Have Done After High School?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test7/traveled_the_world.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You should have traveled the world. You're outgoing and you like to try new things. You'd do great in a college environment, but you won't be able to focus on school until you fulfill your inner desires to get out and see the world.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO TRUE. Except maybe for the outgoing part. I'm only outgoing with people I'm comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well. Its time to take a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4843548685368490801?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4843548685368490801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4843548685368490801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4843548685368490801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4843548685368490801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-fod.html' title='Fodding My Life Away'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-3915594732644919290</id><published>2008-01-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:17:50.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAM'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>10 and 12. They are just numbers to me. I don't understand how some people can be cold and unfeeling, when I just feel so empty. I'm not going to pity anyone, for I hate it when people pity me.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'll always be there for you guys k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to thank zong, reg, magnus, rach.chew, x-brother, priya and xiaobai for being there for me. I know I can be kind of crazy and stuff, but having you all around really makes my days more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is tiring. It requires alot of time and effort. What's the point of just signing up for something if you know that you may not be able to do/cope with it? It was your decision, so bloody well stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sound kind of irritated, I think its partly due to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCESSIVE INTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;After performing for the charity concert thing in school, we went to KAP yet AGAIN. What was worse was that we wanted to get a bite at KFC, &lt;strong&gt;but it was about to close&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that is not the point. The point is that I am eating way too much unhealthy food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAM!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need good and healthy food!!!&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just caught a beetle and I don't know what to do with it!!!! Its like trapped under some random cup I found. Eeuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3915594732644919290?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3915594732644919290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3915594732644919290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3915594732644919290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3915594732644919290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7937079012397807642</id><published>2008-01-18T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:35:27.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Rule the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_S_a16vYL2c" width="180" height="148" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take That Rule The World Lyrics" href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/rule-the-world-lyrics-take-that.html"&gt;Take That Rule The World Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the 04 girls for brightening up my day, to all xfresh-ers, and F.O.D people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people who are scared of contemp practices. And just because of that, they wish to quit the cca? Shouldn't they be more inspired to overcome this 'obstacle'?? What's the point of giving up so easily?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Had full dress rehearsal yesterday, and it ended up me not talking to magnus and zhang. Why? Not telling. Ask them yourself. Then we played a game where I ended up doing this dare: poking a &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt; stranger and laugh evilly. haha! I failed miserably for the laughing thing, cause it was just too hilarious and I couldn't make it sound '&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;' enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After rehearsal, went to KAP &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and saw wilbert.tedja, colin.ee, 'yinsheng', ern.est... Reg and I shared &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CURLY FRIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes.. I know that they are carcinogenic. I really need to stop eating fast food. Its so unhealthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelations for today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RADIO AND STEREO ARE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exco meetings are fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SEA.Hist is so tiring and tough!&lt;br /&gt;4. No one should wear socks with holes in them&lt;br /&gt;5. Vectors = &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. GL, although sometimes a tad annoying with the 'untying shoelace thing' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no offence gl..haha)&lt;/span&gt;, can be so wonderful. He saved my life by giving me FOOD when I was so exhausted from running.&lt;br /&gt;7. My stamina has dropped &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like ironing much.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleeping whenever you are free is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7937079012397807642?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/7937079012397807642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=7937079012397807642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7937079012397807642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7937079012397807642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/rule-world.html' title='Rule the world'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-1840997612613570399</id><published>2008-01-12T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:15:34.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAM'/><title type='text'>Not mugging... yet again</title><content type='html'>Had dance today!! Learned the choreo for the 'cane' dance, and found out that h-ting was sexy! haha! Congrats to those who got chosen as spice girls, the traffic warden, drug trafficker and the 'commoners', for everyone of you are equally important. Lets work hard together and get that shield!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something dampened my spirits today, those in d-works should know why. Am I not putting enough effort? Not trying hard enough? Or do I just plainly suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.&lt;/em&gt; I JUST WANT TO HELP THE TEAM AND DO MY PART WELL FOR DANCEY-WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I've been eating Macs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already. Do not really have a choice, for KAP is near to school, and when the canteen is closed and have to order in food, Macs is most convenient. Its really sad when people around me CONSTANTLY remind me that fries are carcinogenic, plus the fact that I don't exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Macs.&lt;br /&gt;FAM!! I NEED GOOD FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions ARE A WASTE OF TIME. Seriously. Why waste time making them when they are so hard to follow!??!?&lt;br /&gt;I need to study study study study. I don't care if I have no life. Dance makes everything interesting for me so I guess it should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'll happen when I don't go for cca anymore?!?!?! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I don't even want to think about it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love WD. Love our exco. You guys brightened up today for me. Thanks!&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;&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I had people like how Zong has the trinity..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1840997612613570399?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1840997612613570399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1840997612613570399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1840997612613570399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1840997612613570399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-mugging-yet-again.html' title='Not mugging... yet again'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4605124945753395952</id><published>2008-01-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:12:29.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Two days in a row!</title><content type='html'>I know I know. I should be mugging. I'm waiting for some s***** thing to download so.. voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'gossip' session with cal, rach, zong today. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I don't think its really right for me to say whether or not I have an impression of someone. People may have said they have a good impression of me when I'm dancing, but honestly speaking I don't have much of an impression of myself. This is not trying to be modest or anything. Its just the fact. My friends might argue and say its not true. I believe you guys, I just don't believe it myself. Anyway, in my batch, there were so many fantastic dancers that, no offence, cannot be compared to the dancers in wd now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess those that &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; left a great impression of me thus far are (not counting shiwei and chiitarng), krystle, nina, grace, steph, dismas, jamie, and tis. I'm not including the 07-08 batch though. I don't think its really fair since I only had a year with them.&lt;br /&gt;Tis, don't scream. I guess I'll explain why, since you're the only one out of all of them that'll read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you impressed me as time went by. Like how you'll always claim that you can't do the girl dances, and end up doing them so well. Your style is unique yet you manage to blend in during group dances. Yup. haha. Don't get your ego inflated, and don't deny it. If you deny it, you're a bozo. A hot bozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 9 people have said that I'm weird... and I'm still counting. Hahaha. I've realized only just, that since I can't fight with them, join them! Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD IS COOL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was great. Studied only for a few minutes due to me arriving home super late last night, and I DON'T NEED TO GO FOR REMEDIAL for I didn't get 3/5 and below!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, another happy thing today was...&lt;br /&gt;THE KNOWLEDGE THAT WE'RE GOING TO GET OUR WD SWEATERS TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall refrain from saying the bad stuff. Why spoil my day by remembering it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4605124945753395952?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4605124945753395952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4605124945753395952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4605124945753395952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4605124945753395952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-days-in-row.html' title='Two days in a row!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-3285569796362021549</id><published>2008-01-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:46:55.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>And still it doesn't end</title><content type='html'>Dance aud!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hectic but it was kind of fun. Really made me reminisce on the time that I, was part of the throng that was trying desperately to remember the steps and do well. I guess I have come a long way, seeing that I could miraculously catch the contemporary aud dance and teach the group that was assigned to me simultaneously. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[REG. I have NOT forgiven you!! Haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasantly surprised at the turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets all take a pause and shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE ARE GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cca is so pathetic. The many guys that got in eventually wander off to some other school. Those that got in this time better do well in their O's if not, maybe the whole exco will go and hunt them down. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my grievances, I left school at around 10pm!! What made that worse was that I have an Econs test tomorrow that my teacher decided to surprise us by telling us this &lt;i&gt;minute AND totally insignificant&lt;i&gt; fact during &lt;b&gt;TODAY'S&lt;/b&gt; tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;OH JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick, and I think I'm running a fever. I have a love-hate relationship with this weather. My favourite weather, yet I don't fancy things that make me feel all uncomfortable inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R4OaPfUElaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9z63kArEMuE/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153131989536380322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R4OaPfUElaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9z63kArEMuE/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time where I can cover myself up in tons of comforters and wraps, drowning and relaxing in it without breaking a sweat. [Miracle, considering Singapore's hot climate]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzZZZzzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3285569796362021549?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3285569796362021549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3285569796362021549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3285569796362021549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3285569796362021549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-still-it-doesnt-end.html' title='And still it doesn&apos;t end'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R4OaPfUElaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9z63kArEMuE/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8136060514878032714</id><published>2008-01-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:08:44.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>CRAP</title><content type='html'>CCA Carnival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Join Western Dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR ELSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing today made me feel like I've not danced in ages and ages. When, in reality, it was not that long ago... I think. Auditions will be held next tuesday, and I am really excited. I hope those auditioning will be really good, and help bring the standard in WD up. On that note, saw the Hiphop and Contemporary item for busking today, and I was impressed by how 'drea improved. The contemporary item was mindblowing and really captured my attention. Dan really knows how to choose his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you would've known, I went for CIP @ Daybreak Childcare centre a few times during the holidays. They mistook Mel and I to be Japanese! Can you believe? And now I have another mission. To teach those children dances every fortnight, depending on my schedule. I guess this is where being in WD puts what I've gained in good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is REALLY hectic. Listened with shock on Ms Lim's departure, the content to be covered for Math and History... I am feeling the pressure. So much so that I finish every single piece of homework given on the day and try to do some revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason of my procrastination at this moment has no other meaning than the sole feeling to write about something after checking out the dance blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around family, school and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8136060514878032714?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8136060514878032714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8136060514878032714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8136060514878032714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8136060514878032714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/crap.html' title='CRAP'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-8724206741882124827</id><published>2008-01-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:30:32.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>And here it comes again</title><content type='html'>1st of January.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to last year's, yet so different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to 2008. There's so many things to do and not much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have a teeny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I hope I can follow it throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in danceworks is really fun! Pressuring but still, fun. I wish I will be able to perform in Aristal. I wish we can go for the finals of danceworks. I wish I can ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of wishing when all one has to do is try to achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;So I shall stop moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8724206741882124827?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8724206741882124827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8724206741882124827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8724206741882124827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8724206741882124827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-here-it-comes-again.html' title='And here it comes again'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1153874174152318307</id><published>2007-12-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:41:00.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Buon Natale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R2_EOaHKx7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PCDEWqE4c-U/s1600-h/Christmas+Market+-+Germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147548650914367410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R2_EOaHKx7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PCDEWqE4c-U/s320/Christmas+Market+-+Germany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a class christmas party, which was kind of sad for me for I had to leave after an hour... Oh well. I wasn't supposed to be there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't want to go initially, but I don't regret it. Seeing the gang again brings back really fond memories and I was really happy. THANKS to gladys for the cute pen, tis for a lasagne, nat, mel, mer, lou, celle, clar, cherry... and more. Missed you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY, JOHN AND DARIUS came for the 'party'!!!&lt;br /&gt;Was really surprised and super glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to celebrate Christmas early with my family for my cousins were planning to leave on tuesday. Played games and I received some unexpected gifts... My aunt gave me a tube dress... &lt;strong&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR IT OUT?!?&lt;/strong&gt; It was so hilarious, and my parents gave me something I didn't prepare to receive.. shall leave it up to you to guess what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much expectations for tomorrow despite this being Christmas Eve. Stuck doing my work when the rest are downstairs watching a show..&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't complain, for I finished watching Coffee Prince. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;evil laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Merry Christmas to all of you, and may the spirit of giving and fun be forever present in your lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1153874174152318307?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1153874174152318307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1153874174152318307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1153874174152318307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1153874174152318307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/12/buon-natale.html' title='Buon Natale'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/R2_EOaHKx7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PCDEWqE4c-U/s72-c/Christmas+Market+-+Germany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2401152232792963204</id><published>2007-12-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:53:13.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Le Poisson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nuit le pêcheur prend&lt;br /&gt;Son bateau pour aller travailler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le matin, il vend&lt;br /&gt;Le poisson au poissonnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vétérinaire achète le poisson&lt;br /&gt;Pour en faire un dîner romantique avec sa copine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa copine est très jolie et très heureuse aussi&lt;br /&gt;Aomso elle donne un gros pourboire à la serveuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La serveuse prend l'argent et&lt;br /&gt;Le donne à sa mère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mère utilise l'argent et&lt;br /&gt;Mijote un plat de poisson pour le président&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le président est satisfait et&lt;br /&gt;Toutes les personnes sont contentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a poem I wrote in 7th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sujet: La ronde des métiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D'après La Chanson du vitrier J. Prévert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to try out for tuition. It was alright I guess.. I imagined the creaky fan slowly turning to a stop, the gentle flickering of the lights sighing, the chattering like a blurred watercolour painting and the spoiled clock reawakening to announce the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho is leaving NJ!!!!&lt;br /&gt; This is a really huge blow for wd for he has done so much for us. I guess the consolation is that Ms Oon will be taking over!&lt;br /&gt;Dance is running my life now, and I am not really complaining for I love it. However, this is not the case for my parents and the rest that lives with me except my sisters... Perhaps the practices have become a makeshift alcove for me to relax. The laughter of 'xiaohei', 'poking person a.k.a satay stick', 'x-brother', 'lao gu dong', 'fantuan', 'waterfall' and more just brightens up my day. The fact that I learn something new everytime just adds to everything despite the aches I get all over when I go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do Aristal. Its too depressing to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food that needs to be eaten. &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;. = Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream from Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2401152232792963204?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2401152232792963204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2401152232792963204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2401152232792963204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2401152232792963204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/12/le-poisson-la-nuit-le-pcheur-prend-son.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-948179423465199342</id><published>2007-12-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:18:11.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>As the days goes on</title><content type='html'>My teacher from Italy has had a baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish, you can see it from this website below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/julieandmatt/travels/Our_Photo_Albums/Pages/Baby_Sienna.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so amazing how these 4 years have just passed by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized that I love the National Library @ Bugis. Went with Mel to do History the other day and it just reminded me of how much I like to be there. Borrowed a few books which I have read finished but my mum is banning me from going there for when I read, I kind of do not study...Although that study trip made me frighteningly aware of my appetite. Although I ate quite a heavy lunch (&lt;em&gt;noodles plus ya kun kaya toast&lt;/em&gt;), I still ate a huge fried chicken and an eclair plus a huge piece of raisin bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cooking!! Made roasted chicken with Coke the other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a photoshoot with my family on Sunday, and I realized that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CAN WEAR DRESSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As in my body shape suits most of the dresses there so it was relatively easy for me to choose one to take a picture in. My sister however had a much &lt;strong&gt;MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; harder time.&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly fun however, I won't post the pictures up for I'm too embarassed. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-948179423465199342?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/948179423465199342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=948179423465199342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/948179423465199342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/948179423465199342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-days-goes-on.html' title='As the days goes on'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2034946316814258219</id><published>2007-12-02T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:37:36.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Midnight feast</title><content type='html'>DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Just went out with my family for a late night feast and ate roti prata and milo godzilla.&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in a mess in my life but I've decided that I should just let things run its course and not get too frustrated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around dance more than studies now and its seriously a huge problem.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up on my studies. Mugging everyday since I need to improve my chem and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a science person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS.ARTS.ARTS.ARTS.ARTS.ARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible chain of events happening though.&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst is that I might not be able to dance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My mum, aunt and I had this conversation where they asked if I'm so involved in dance, why not pursue a career in dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be a genius, but I know my limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone told me just the other day when I was 'complaining' about my problems, that I don't need a stage to dance. I can dance anywhere, even if only in my heart. Its really true, although it might be saddening, but if the worst happens, at least I won't be cut off from this thing that brings me so much joy despite the occasional sadnees and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two huge tubs of Ben&amp;Jerry's sit silently&lt;br /&gt;in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;So tempting.&lt;br /&gt;I open one, &lt;br /&gt;Attempt to guzzle it down.&lt;br /&gt;Got caught.&lt;br /&gt;The two tubs are still sitting quietly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that rainy day to come&lt;br /&gt;When I can open them&lt;br /&gt;And relish in delicious cold&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2034946316814258219?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2034946316814258219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2034946316814258219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2034946316814258219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2034946316814258219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-feast.html' title='Midnight feast'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3652841978090551052</id><published>2007-11-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:02:04.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seeking answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For questions which are often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left unanswered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or even ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tears may slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From the place where it is usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kept under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The future's never certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Questioning why things often go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inconsequential matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are often those which are voiced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shouting silently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at the top of my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lifting my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And hoping for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Praying that maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My hidden wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will meet with a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hate bubbling beneath the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Threatening to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A person into a harridan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With control held only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By a single strand of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps like dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There'll be a flicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of light and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All one has to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is to patiently wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm plagued with questions, demands and alot of stuff. Its like a web, refusing to let me even attempt to find a way out, but I still have to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I follow my heart or my parents. Should I do what I like or just do what needs to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been the obedient child, so why are the rules placed upon me harsher than those on those less obedient? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'm not mature enough. Perhaps I need someone to guide me. But is this done through pressurizing and harsh debates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Realized that I don't understand many things makes me want to work harder. AND I'M TRYING. So why can't [they] see that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despise going to places I used to love anymore. Am I rebelling? Or is this again explained by counsellors as a 'stage' that a teen has to go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During this period of time, I realized that I'm blinded by prejudice towards some people sometimes, and I'm really really sorry. I promise I'll forget those prejudices and befriend you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking back towards Butts Off, there are times when I feel so frustrated for none of the dancers are fully aware of the extent of the problems that we had. To relieve some of it, I shouted at times and I'm truly apologetic. I'm not usually like that and I'll make an effort to learn how to control my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance camp was a blast. Dan's contemporary practices are really fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And therefore the multi-million dollar question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO CONTEMP OR NOT TO CONTEMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three of my favourite songs. Please listen to the lyrics and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest Questions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n83GUNys-7M&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You're Not the One&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOkJLWKI_y8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Gonna Leave Your Side&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWGEwLyLQbc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWGEwLyLQbc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3652841978090551052?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3652841978090551052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3652841978090551052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3652841978090551052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3652841978090551052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4833835636584225974</id><published>2007-11-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:29:01.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Flavours</title><content type='html'>I am never going to eat Crystal Jade until a year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've eaten it twice in 3 days, and both times ended in me gorging till I had a tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time was after watching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!!!!&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the second was to celebrate my cousin's birthday today &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGEL!)&lt;/span&gt;. Holding on to my stomach whilst writing this, I am totally disgusted for not restraining myself and to eat till I was 80% full instead of FREAKING 120% FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some post Butts Off blues,&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously missing the Butts Off guys for we kind of met every single day except Sundays for practice, and our practice kind of drags on from morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there is a sudden sprouting of many Butts Off meetings!&lt;br /&gt;First was on Monday when we went to Swensens then Tis, Calvin, Zhangfan and Sophia &lt;em&gt;pangseh-ed&lt;/em&gt; Huiting, Priya and I to watch the Game Plan for we three had to go to school for preparation of Dance Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have an outing for &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; today too!!&lt;br /&gt;But I might be late for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I AM SO GOING TO CUT MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my library book.&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and plus the fact I've been having nightmares about me dying is not funny&lt;br /&gt;(Calvin's revenge)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CIP &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; yesterday from 0855-1800 at the Daycare centre. The kids were seriously very hyper and they were all asking for individual attention. Thank goodness I'm surrounded by irritating people so my I think I am quite patient even though they kept screaming and clawing at my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing CIP. Even though I just teach them some math/english or to mark their work etc. it sure beats staying at home and looking at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Gladys made the CIP trip fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate it when people call me 'Honey' or 'Darling' or 'Sweets' or 'Love'.&lt;br /&gt;EWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4833835636584225974?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4833835636584225974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4833835636584225974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4833835636584225974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4833835636584225974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/flavours.html' title='Flavours'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-5193208021909830354</id><published>2007-11-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:17:07.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>We're too cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XFRESH ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Butts off was just crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The floor was super super slippery and I nearly fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I totally blanked out and forgot one part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So basically I thought we were super screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE GOT 2nd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We're just too cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$600 whoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, before the results were announced, they had this best dancer 'competition'. Basically the judges choose 4 people they deem to be the best dancer of the competition, and then the 4 people 'battle' it out on the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my utmost horror and shock, Xfresh (which is the name of our team) got called upon, and then my name was picked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What made it worse was that I totally didn't know what was going on so I kinda spaced out, and then the emcee asked for my name and called me 'ting ting'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHAT THE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then I proceeded to make a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOOL&lt;/span&gt; out of myself, and dragged Calvin along for I didn't know what to do. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got cool cool vouchers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THERE'S LIKE A VOUCHER FOR &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GELARE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I am still very embarassed, and Weizong's comments like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry, I will only laugh at you for 2 weeks"&lt;/em&gt; didn't help much. The cherry of this whole fiasco was that ERIKA VIDEOTAPED IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can never leave this embarassment down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOW&lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt;HOW&lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt;HOW&lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt;HOWHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know that the people around me keep saying I did fine and all, but THAT WAS NOT THE POINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tis &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Calvin &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Huiting &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhangfan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Priya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serene &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am super &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supe&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; happy to be in this dance with you guys! I'm really proud and I guess all the practices were worth it right? Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll always remember the emo-ing, laughing, lazing, frustration, and all the wonderful feelings that make us the special butts off group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I won't thank each and everyone of you individually in this post, because I'm want to be lazy (: so perhaps next time then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks so much for making this a wonderful experience and I'm really grateful to be with the bunch of you guys. All of you have been a constant source of encouragement for me&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (even if you may not know it)&lt;/span&gt; and lets all work hard towards&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; DANCEWORKS 08&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ms Oon&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ms Ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Reg &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weizong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Andrea &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JiaTeng and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rest of WD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks so much for your constant support for our dance. From doing our props to helping us with our choreo and every little thing that you guys did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grazie mille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mer&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Celle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks. For the flower and being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE JUST &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TOO COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO BE TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Will post pictures when I steal them from those who have cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5193208021909830354?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5193208021909830354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5193208021909830354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5193208021909830354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5193208021909830354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-too-cool.html' title='We&apos;re too cool'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3938020037542615071</id><published>2007-11-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:18:57.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUTTSoff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;s&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still awake because there are some stuff I cannot not do for I need it done for our competition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOIHR:IUGB:IUVH:EIRUHG:WKEJUB@O*# Y{@(*#Y {(*@Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3938020037542615071?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3938020037542615071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3938020037542615071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3938020037542615071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3938020037542615071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhhhhhhh-finals-tomorrow-today-and-im.html' title='BUTTSoff!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-2046016820346086256</id><published>2007-11-15T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:24:29.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Silent Observer</title><content type='html'>Had a lesson with &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S.Y.T.Y.C.D.&lt;/span&gt; season 1!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think she's beautiful. She dances well, is really funny and she's a really nice person. I learned alot. haha. Specially on the swiveling hips part. Actually I felt super awkward. I wasn't comfortable with my body for I felt that I was too thin (no muscles), was one of the tallest (even though I'm considered really short already) etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, since I can't do much about my height, all I can do is to exercise and gain some muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've been dancing every single day (except Sundays) with the same group of people ever since Promos ended, I have found out certain things about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Tis&lt;/b&gt; has &lt;i&gt;uncontrollable laughter&lt;/i&gt; that its just hilarious watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Tis'&lt;/b&gt; sense of humour is weird. She laughs at the most random stuff and this was further confirmed as I remember that &lt;i&gt;she laughed when in a movie THE CRUCIBLE, John Proctor &lt;b&gt;died&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt; is seriously very cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt; is also very very hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Priya's&lt;/b&gt; giggles = contagious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Priya is my twin&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;same birthday&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;same dislike for mayo&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;green nails!&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Calvin&lt;/b&gt; is an a**hole, and he is living in denial that he is not a homosexual. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Calvin&lt;/b&gt; derives sadistic pleasure from fake bashing people up and a secretly skilled manipulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Sophia&lt;/b&gt; = SO HEALTHY. Who uses tissue to wipe away the oil on the prata!?!? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt; likes to touch people. Evidence from how she'll poke everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt; is also my beloved food provider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Zhangfan &lt;/strong&gt;is crazy about emo and when he gets frustrated, bangs his body on the floor doing some crazy breakdancing move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EMO POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ALERT FOR I NEED TO GET SOME STUFF OFF MY CHEST SO DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WISH TO RUIN YOUR DAY.&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;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly speaking I hate shouting at people for I cannot stand confrontations. So sometimes I really hate myself for shouting at the Butts Off dancers to shut up or practice. There are times when I feel that because I'm required to maintain some kind of image during dance (like not being too slack and kind of strict) I feel that I'm wearing some sort of mask. The way I act at home, dance and school's different from each other, and the one that I act most 'ab-normally' is during dance practice. Ok. I admit that its not always a facade, for there are times when I act like myself. However, those times when I act like myself is usually when we're resting or having some eating session with the dancers or helping them one-by-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to be in Danceworks '08, and I am trying my best to improve myself for it without sacrificing my studies. However, my parents' wish for me to not be so involved in dance have been an increasingly heated discussion among us, often ending up with my submitting or with no conclusion for one of us would walk away. However, I know studies are more important for its highly unlikely (actually improbable) that I'd have a career in dance despite how much I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for the people around me, even though for some of them I rarely see them since its the hols. For example, I saw Nat this morning in school and I was really really happy. Tis is the person that I sort of depend on during dance, for she keeps me sane (no matter how shocking this may be) and helps me correct the steps for the other guys. Mel is a wonderful person, reminding me about work, Reg for her constant support and many many more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thanking thing actually have to be extended to my 2 wonderful siblings, even though the older one has the A's, but other sisterly talks with each other helps relieve alot of the stress that's building up inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously very very stressed. Coping with pressure at home, school and those that I place upon myself. It has escalated to the stage that I can't even fall asleep without worrying about something and that I rarely have appetite, considering that I love food... &lt;i&gt;that's saying something.&lt;/i&gt; My arm is hurting like crazy at random times, and at some points I've had to grit my teeth to stop screaming while I'm dancing. I wish to get in the top3. No. Make that a want or even better, a need. However, as all dancers should know, training isn't everything that will allow you to reach your goal, and the best we can do is to just give our best. I can only practice alone to improve my steps since whenever I'm with the rest of the team, I end up being the one who oversees and corrects mistakes. I hope I don't bring the the whole Butts Off team down. After making you guys go through such gruelling training, I have mixed feelings for each and everyone of you. (though I highly doubt most of you would be reading this post.. or even come to this emo session)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my stress is visible to anyone except my younger mei mei, whom I love super duper much. Her occasional childishness and temper always brightens up my day whether she is beating me up or hugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EMO-NESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. BACK TO &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Geddit? Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2046016820346086256?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2046016820346086256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2046016820346086256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2046016820346086256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2046016820346086256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/silent-observer.html' title='Silent Observer'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8005748274319659774</id><published>2007-11-14T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:55:38.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Jack&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><content type='html'>What I said in my previous post about not touching Calvin anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to touch him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;, I push him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drumroll please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite part...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GET TO SLAP HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Sweet Sweet Revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad for I kept trying to slap him without hurting him, so the slap looked really fake. So there was once when I tried to slap him for real [although I still didn't use much force] This is the first time I've slapped someone. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its too cool!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking I feel utterly horrible, but not so horrible when the stupid idiot slapped me to explain what he meant by slapping someone. Plus, I can pretend to be angry with him. &lt;b&gt;NO PROBLEMO&lt;/b&gt; with that. haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had an emo session with Andrea, Weizong, RachChew and Calvin at Mad Jack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[FAM ALERT!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beef Burger w/ Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patty was soft and crumbly, the chips were just TOO SALTY&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i could feel my hair dropping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and what was worse was that sitting there talking, those waiters started buttering the bread for the burgers, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flies just landed on the bread&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and THEY DIDN'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I just ate a burger, I was quite disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that we had an emo session and basically talked about stupid stuff [as usual] and how to improve ourselves in dance.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that Rachel can dance really well, and I admire her constant strive towards improving herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.Y.T.Y.C.D instructor to teach us tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance issues aside, MY HOUSE IS sort of IN A MESS.&lt;br /&gt;My table is loaded with stuff from socks to empty boxes to picture frames to random accessories.&lt;br /&gt;This is all because I started trying to &lt;strong&gt;CLEAR&lt;/strong&gt; my table, but unfortunately its in a bigger mess than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After eating the pizza and weighing myself today, I realized I lost another kilo. WTFKJSHOUBBQ?! So I guess Calvin has all the luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Apparently I really strained my muscle on my left hand. Or as my mum says, I have a clot due to excessive straining to maintain my balance when draping a leg over Calvin. I am writing this after the traumatic 'massage' that she gave me, and I'm writing all of this with my right hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8005748274319659774?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8005748274319659774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8005748274319659774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8005748274319659774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8005748274319659774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est La Vie'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8193884016569498996</id><published>2007-11-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:49:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Got into the FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the super late update, but dance practices are more intensive than ever, since the finals' THIS SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really horrible. I think that I am an absolute terror in the dance studio. People say I'm scary...even Ms Oon! And I make them practice like crazy. Like 123098532485 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of a slow day as things went. Calvin is my new partner, and although I'm happy that I don't have to dance to the disgusting &lt;em&gt;Gimme More&lt;/em&gt; song anymore, but now I always feel like I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have to lean on Calvin with one leg!?!&lt;br /&gt;And although I'm really sorry about letting him support my 'heaviness' its super scary to have this feeling that you MAY DROP ANYTIME. Chii Tarng helped us, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;guess what&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! He laughed. And asked me to hold Calvin's neck so CALVIN DOESN'T SUPPORT ONE OF MY HANDS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that Calvin and Chii Tarng is of &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the other&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gender, so they cannot experience what I'm feeling!! They make it seem so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"OH! Just lean like that..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I collapse to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about the slices of pizza I ate for lunch... It'd be so funny if Calvin can't support me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most of the changes have been done. &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have to touch Calvin anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand how Tis feels now. Calvin's face is just so.. laughable. More than Chii Tarng's, and trust me, having partnered with him for a dance before, his face is pretty damn*d funny.&lt;br /&gt;However, these 2 guys decided to team up and insult me... Why do I have such partners! Insults and constant teasing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insult No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chii Tarng "So Calvin, you finally understand how I feel when partnering [me]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Calvin "Yes. I so sympathise with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insult No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chii Tarng "Now you need to look at her[me] with regret. Sigh or something." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin "Hahaha. That's not very difficult. Since I'm unfortunately stuck with her as a partner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS SO MUCH GUYS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insult No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;On our way out of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin "We just need to marry someone.. rich and beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chii Tarng "I was going to mention [me], but hearing your criteria, I realized that she CMI"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me "I know that I'm not rich and beautiful. haha."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chii Tarng "I don't know about the rich part, but the beautiful part is true la.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calvin and Chii Tarng laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me " Thanks. I know I'm not beautiful. Stop rubbing it in."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chii Tarng "Ohh.. Well, you know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think you're beautiful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN HE SHOWS ME HIS CROSSED FINGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Life is so cruel. I was stuck with 2 horrible guys.. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it was not as horrible as some of the insults I get anyway. But then again, WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is running my entire life. Dance everyday from morn to afternoon, making me reach home just before dinner. I was saying after dance that my mum will kill me when I reach home [but she has lessons in TCM so I'm saved for the moment] and Calvin the prat said "Oh! You should kill yourself so your mum doesn't sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm doomed either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S EVEN MORE HORRIBLE NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FAM members alert!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no good ice-cream and fruits in school anymore!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCK.HORROR.SHOCK.HORROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I think I should set up a store selling good ice-cream [and cheap] and loads and loads of fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319662052653330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RzmpilpmuRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F-yNqLaMc88/s320/strawberry!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319666347620642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rzmpi1pmuSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gCrJLi64X0o/s320/fruits!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Don't they look absolutely wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite that horrific news, here are some good ones!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I'M GOING TO THE ZOO!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bringing my little sis and cousins for a treat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I'M GOING TO FOLLOW THE &lt;em&gt;TEN PARADOXICAL COMMANDMENTS&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't know about it... well, &lt;strong&gt;you should&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it amazing that despite everything, I'm feeling ridiculously happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that blogging should always be happy. Why bother emo-ing someone else? Don't spoil the days of others with your misery. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;, I know that sometimes, you just need to be emo, as someone said to me.. emo is good for health &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or something to that extent.&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/8558456283318982987-8193884016569498996?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8193884016569498996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8193884016569498996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8193884016569498996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8193884016569498996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RzmpilpmuRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/F-yNqLaMc88/s72-c/strawberry!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2409001653572268781</id><published>2007-11-11T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:13:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My To-Do List!</title><content type='html'>As the the reality of life sinks in, I realize that I need to have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to-do list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being extremely bored, I have a few catering for different needs in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Organize Table (and keep it that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. File all school papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start being more proactive in the kitchen (hahaha! provided I don't burn it down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Help my younger sister more often with chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NO QUARRELS/SQUABBLES/FIGHTS with ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Revise 1 subject EVERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish holiday homework before DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Come up with a study schedule (this kinds of ties in with no. 1 huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read more books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit the library once a fortnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR LEISURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch at least 5 movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go do some exercise at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring my sister and cousins out on a zoo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start making/getting CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maintain my papaya tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131535242110613762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RzbgHVpmuQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6jL19HcQWiE/s320/papaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok. Technically its not that small since I can't upload my camera pictures but.. you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAM OUTING! For we all love food!! Therefore we need to eat more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Improve dancing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get recipes from grandma!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2409001653572268781?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2409001653572268781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2409001653572268781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2409001653572268781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2409001653572268781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To-Do List!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RzbgHVpmuQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6jL19HcQWiE/s72-c/papaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8664740043251620258</id><published>2007-11-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:56:10.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANCE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMPETITION &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOMORROW!?!?!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to release some of my nervous energy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the slippers jo and celle! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW IS O.V.E.R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8664740043251620258?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8664740043251620258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8664740043251620258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8664740043251620258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8664740043251620258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-2494265430819147058</id><published>2007-11-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:57:32.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such great friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel really really happy to have super great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although, I seriously didn't suspect a thing&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Ok. Perhaps I'm just super slow)&lt;/span&gt; so when they jumped out from behind the wall in Mel's house, I was seriously shocked and taken aback. While Mel was busily trying to make me stay in her study, I had no idea on what was happening outside, and was LISTENING TO WEIRD MUSIC VIDEOS WITH YI HOONG!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HI YT HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY im sorry i couldnt be there eat your icecream and get fat! HAHAHA and i heard about the AHEM. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was Nat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yt is beautiful!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm not beautiful and Nat, its ok. and ARGHHH! Stop talking about that!@!$!?@$ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was something between FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, on with my story. So Yi Hoong and I were listening to these funny asian music videos laughing away &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although we were supposed to be doing PW),&lt;/span&gt; when Mel burst in and said &lt;em&gt;"It's time for lunch!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then I saw my surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127751635826787010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rylu8d3iQsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oa7KP6gJ5f4/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY ENTIRE CLASS&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the exception of Tony, Sam, Kien, Nat and Jolynn)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;came and wished me a Happy Birthday. It was the first time my birthday was so celebrated by my friends. I'm still at a loss of words on how to describe my feelings then - anger, surprise, happiness, sadness etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thank you all super super a lot of times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved Colin's brownie, my Ice-cream voucher sponsored by WeiLiang, Gladys, Nat, Colin, my beautiful treasure chest, Jo's cookies, my lamp, and more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But thanks especially to my beloved Mel TEE!!!! for that wonderful lunch (we had a pizza party and plenty of cupcakes with loads of icing) and Tisiana and Yi Hoong for trying hard to not make me notice anything.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yi Hoong is a REALLY good actress....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess this birthday is one that I'll remember for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it was kinda ruined by my stupid cousin. HE THOUGHT MY BIRTHDAY WAS THE NEXT DAY. So when I was asleep, he called me at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9am!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to wish me a happy birthday. Such an UNGODLY hour in the morning!!!! I was half-asleep when I picked up my phone. Haha. Then in school, Calvin gave me a present wrapped in white paper, and it was super hilarious because he had no tape and used a marker to draw tape on the paper and used blu-tack to stick it together. Then he said that he was not that &lt;em&gt;ancient &lt;/em&gt;because now we're only a year apart from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(His birthday was on the 25th Oct)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some other pictures at my 'surprise' courtesy of Mel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127754736793174738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rylxw93iQtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eriqXt7WHfA/s320/notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How could I be so dumb... and not notice anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127754745383109346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rylxxd3iQuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/v9APZi2_KP0/s320/sweeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WeiLiang sweeping up the mess that... &lt;em&gt;he created?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So all in all it was a great birthday. It did not start out great. I woke up with an eye infection and had to go to the doctor's. And my dad wasn't at home, and I spent the day thinking I wouldn't have a cake. BUT I DID! CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127756562154275586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RylzbN3iQwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bhq4PJPc3Ps/s320/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SEE IT??? Its the one, 2nd column, last row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can have 2 cakes for my birthday, for my dad and I are going to celebrate our birthday's together when he returns to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And thanks to all those who wished me a happy birthday - jem&lt;em&gt;reg&lt;/em&gt;joseph&lt;em&gt;terence&lt;/em&gt;lauren&lt;em&gt;yueshi&lt;/em&gt;kangting&lt;em&gt;nat&lt;/em&gt;cherryzhaorong&lt;em&gt;nat&lt;/em&gt;nat&lt;em&gt;nat&lt;/em&gt;nat&lt;em&gt;nat!&lt;/em&gt;(okay enough nats)Eesha&lt;em&gt;priya&lt;/em&gt;serene&lt;em&gt;rachel&lt;/em&gt;huiting&lt;em&gt;yimian&lt;/em&gt;... ok. I can't remember already. So I'm really sorry if I didn't thank you. But YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I'M REALLY GRATEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Nat wrote that many many 'nat's'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 DAY TO OP.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually less than 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 DAYS TO DANCE COMPETITION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@!@?#!@$?!@$"!@!@?#!@$?!@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. I am so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... NO WORRIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll be FREE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2494265430819147058?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2494265430819147058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2494265430819147058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2494265430819147058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2494265430819147058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/11/such-great-friends.html' title='Such great friends'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rylu8d3iQsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oa7KP6gJ5f4/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-252161304490071791</id><published>2007-10-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:53:59.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cannot believe this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever had a time where everything that you loved became totally boring and you don't feel excited about it anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love food. There &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many kinds of food which I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crazy about. But now? I don't even feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAVINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/em&gt;. I don't feel like eating &lt;em&gt;ice-cream. &lt;/em&gt;My past favourite food dishes are just totally tasteless now and I don't have that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh! Lets eat this and that and this and that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That kind of sucks. &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126736825249055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyXT-t3iQrI/AAAAAAAAADs/ddBlfTL5V2I/s320/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well. I guess a consolation is that I still love to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And since I'm bored. Voila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. You are &lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHITES are motivated by PEACE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. To them, feeling good is more important than being good. They are typically quiet by nature, process things very deeply and objectively with great clarity. Of all the colors, WHITES are the best listeners. They respect people who are direct but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="flash_place"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript: showflash_upgrade()" href="http://www.thecolorcode.com/profile/index.html#flash_place"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHITES need their "alone time" and refuse to be controlled by others. WHITES want to do things their own way and in their own time. They ask little of others and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think, but are not often seen for their strength because they don't easily reveal their feelings. WHITES are even-tempered, diplomatic, and the voice of reason; but can also be indecisive, unexpressive, and silently stubborn. When others interact with you, as a WHITE you respond to them best if they are kind, accepting and supporting of your individuality, and if they look for non-verbal clues to understand your feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecolorcode.com/"&gt;www.thecolorcode.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How true is this? Maybe I should retake it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-252161304490071791?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/252161304490071791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=252161304490071791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/252161304490071791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/252161304490071791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyXT-t3iQrI/AAAAAAAAADs/ddBlfTL5V2I/s72-c/comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-370978536246903625</id><published>2007-10-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:02:45.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examinations'/><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Surprises&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shocks&lt;/span&gt; sure pop out of anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Met my director at starbucks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;expected) when I went to Plaza Singapura to buy cloth for our banner.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into one of my &lt;em&gt;old &lt;/em&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;Saw my primary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (boy. age 13.) super super tall &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plus he's really thin&lt;/span&gt;. Its quite amazing how they have really dramatic growth spurts, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although this fascination was dampened with his constant teasing about my height, or lack thereof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my lovely potatoes were over-roasted in my attempt to cook dinner for my family.&lt;br /&gt;While watching Stepford Wives - they were &lt;em&gt;robots?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me something I never thought about before.&lt;br /&gt;Ponderosity issues&lt;br /&gt;The little &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; with Mel, Colin, Jiayi, and Rayshio. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hilarious. thought provoking, yet outright gross.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend thinks Zac Efron is cute. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that need to be said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Tis. I haven't been able to watch the movies that you lent me due to lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who may suffer from food poisoning due to eating my burnt potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I was a harridan during dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the exco for not being able to come for the past 2 meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;argh. there are so many apologies that need to be said!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to my sister, for not being around to help you with your music theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to my family and those in butts off, for making you guys worry/stay back in school so late for dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've been an absolute jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything guys. Especially my PW members, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yihoong, tis, &amp;amp; mel and certain people in dance&lt;/span&gt;, who really made my life fun and helped me in various ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126400993166246562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RySiit3iQqI/AAAAAAAAADk/p5roIvRk1eE/s320/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGS &lt;/span&gt;for those people who helped me greatly through Promos! I improved generally. Up 2 grades for Math and History. 1 for Econs. GP and Chem maintained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousin, who's in NYJC, same year as I am, thinks I'm disgusting for Econs is my best subject. I think he's disgusting for his best subject is Chem. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my tian. I think my chem is utterly horrible, so I've already started revising. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes I know.. Mugger Mugger Mugger.&lt;/span&gt; But if you see my results, TRUST ME. You cannot NOT mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I think I can keep all my subjects!!! YAYAYAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all that's left on my mind is DANCE and PW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PW rocks my socks, and dance...has never been something that is boring to me so.. However, things like the sweater and miscellaneous stuff going on in my life is burning out my energy. I'm just super tired. Mentally and Physically. But really, who cares? I just need to endure this until after the competition and PW oral presentation. What's the song again? &lt;em&gt;We can do it. Yes we can! &lt;/em&gt;or something along those lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THINK POSITIVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THINK OF THE DELICIOUS FOOD THAT YOU CAN HEARTILY EAT AFTER ALL THESE THINGS THAT YOU GOT TO DO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not that difficult afterall. You just need rest and food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, talking about rest, it is around 11 and therefore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bon Nuit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-370978536246903625?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/370978536246903625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=370978536246903625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/370978536246903625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/370978536246903625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RySiit3iQqI/AAAAAAAAADk/p5roIvRk1eE/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-3389130197752592714</id><published>2007-10-26T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:17:12.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance has been hectic these past few days to the extent that I end only around 1030pm once. Considering after packing up and everything, if my mum didn't fetch me home, I would only eat dinner at midnight. Then yesterday we ended at around 915pm. Therefore, decided that we should set at least a latest time, hence today we ended at 815pm and the latest we can go is till 845-9pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my way back home, I was watching this 'documentary' on TV Mobile called &lt;em&gt;Life Story. &lt;/em&gt;It chronicled the life of a leper and it made me wonder about what leprosy is about. You hear many things about it, but do you really know what it is and the misconceptions about it?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyH8aN3iQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/W7crx6GivOk/s1600-h/leper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125663581641261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyID3t3iQoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dh5-9kKlFXQ/s320/leper.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the picture of a leper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things to know about leprosy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Leprosy is NOT confirmed to be passed on through normal contact. However, it is said to be passed through skin or through nasal mucosa, yet there is still no scientific proof on how the bacteria where leprosy is contracted from, gets to the surface area of the skin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Despite numerous research, the results on how leprosy is contracted vary of great degrees when held in different leper colonies in various countries. It is not HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Leprosy DOES NOT bring about the decaying of skin. However, the decaying of skin happens when lepers are not aware of rotting skin for they can't feel it, and hence the neglect leads to the decaying of skin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. ALSO, it does not cause body parts to fall off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Only few leper colonies remain in the world, most prominently Vietnam and India. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Leprosy is NOT &lt;em&gt;Tzaraath&lt;/em&gt;, a malady described in Hebrew scriptures and led to the stigmas placed upon lepers in social communities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Ways to treat and control leprosy has been invented therefore it is NOT incurable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to a better note, dear Mel is setting up an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Online Bakery&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that just fantastic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125663585936229010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyID393iQpI/AAAAAAAAADc/CQFl6620yzk/s320/brownies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brownies! Cupcakes and MORE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have such cool friends... now where does it leave me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: Stuffed down a toilet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyH8a93iQnI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZBqRILdMrI/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyH8a93iQnI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZBqRILdMrI/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyH8a93iQnI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZBqRILdMrI/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3389130197752592714?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3389130197752592714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3389130197752592714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3389130197752592714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3389130197752592714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RyID3t3iQoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dh5-9kKlFXQ/s72-c/leper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4392820897425378069</id><published>2007-10-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:00:53.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>butts off</title><content type='html'>New choreography = New moves&lt;br /&gt;Tis and I got 'selected' but a wonderful panel of "judges", making us do this sexy,seducing, super disgusting, irking, hair raising dance. Did I forget to mention &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super disgusting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER DISGUSTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the chair dance is quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE IS THE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COOL-EST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUN-NEST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BEST-EST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GREAT-EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(includes all of the good stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THING THAT ONE CAN DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, regardless of whether you dance well or not, you'll never regret joining dance. 'Cause its too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except during times where &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER DISGUSTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moves appear because *someones* idea. HINT HINT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4392820897425378069?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4392820897425378069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4392820897425378069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4392820897425378069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4392820897425378069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/butts-off.html' title='butts off'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-4091040947782097529</id><published>2007-10-17T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:10:08.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>F.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYcgd9F6kI/AAAAAAAAACs/P2_4yP65qBU/s1600-h/polaroid+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122312970302777922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYcgd9F6kI/AAAAAAAAACs/P2_4yP65qBU/s320/polaroid+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYcgt9F6lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qlTvcXae01k/s1600-h/polaroid+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122312974597745234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYcgt9F6lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qlTvcXae01k/s320/polaroid+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to ebay for the first time in my life. It was disappointing. The above 2 are the 2 that seem remotely user-friendly. However, on my journey finding a polaroid camera, I realised that THE FILMS ARE REALLY EXPENSIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point of it being cheap if the film is super ex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F.O.S!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's leaving to Korea, then later to US then Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point of having a birthday if he isn't there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least my mum &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; make it back in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not about making a fuss on my birthday. Honestly speaking, I think that the celebration of birthdays are often exaggerated by many people. I don't need presents, I just want to be around my friends and family. That's not too much to ask for is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get why the word 'maid' has such a bad connotation to it. Personally, I feel that its those class-conscious people who make a big fuss on calling them 'domestic helpers', for I have never once thought that the word was degrading. One perhaps is self-conscious about the fact, and to bridge the gap, came up with the term 'domestic helper'. However, I do acknowledge that some people use the word 'maid' in a degrading manner, and the more sensitive and caring people will then use the word 'domestic helper' to try to lessen the insult or something. I'm not really sure about that. In the past, maids were just maids. Perhaps it was not the best job around, but to the commoners, it was a job to be envied (&lt;em&gt;so I read in books)&lt;/em&gt;. It is a legitimate job, and that's just a term. Why add hidden connotations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these aside, on to one of my favourite topics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate 2 lunches yesterday. One from the caifan uncle (&lt;em&gt;big portion) &lt;/em&gt;then later went to Coronation and ate Tori Katsu Don.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suprisingly I wasn't that full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the huge buffet I ate the other day expanded my appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaction: Should I be jumping with joy or shocked with horror?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think moderation is the key, so I'll just eat healthy amounts and not gorge myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now take a step back at revel in this piece of art:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122317411298962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYgi99F6mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cDv4s0GQgEE/s320/white+chocolate+wedding+cake+with+truffles.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White chocolate cake with truffles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;I was just surfing and I saw this video. Its our IP4 seniors graduating video. This made me really sad, not so much that they're leaving, but that I will be going through the same thing as them next year. The wealth of knowledge and memories, all 4 years of them, both good and bad will only leave their imprints on our mind. So, check out this video, and lets treasure every moment that we can spend together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p979edXxXQw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p979edXxXQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4091040947782097529?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4091040947782097529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4091040947782097529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4091040947782097529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4091040947782097529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/fos.html' title='F.O.S'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RxYcgd9F6kI/AAAAAAAAACs/P2_4yP65qBU/s72-c/polaroid+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-6132666182609924824</id><published>2007-10-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:48:22.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pw'/><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a tiring day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke at 6am&lt;br /&gt;2. Reached health promotion board at 7+&lt;br /&gt;3. Spent 1/2 hr there waiting for this lady &lt;strong&gt;who was on leave!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went from Outram to Boon Lay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Boon lay --&gt; City Hall&lt;br /&gt;6. City Hall --&gt; Dhoby Ghaut&lt;br /&gt;7. Dhoby Ghaut --&gt; Raffles Place&lt;br /&gt;8. Raffles Place --&gt; Bugis&lt;br /&gt;9. Bugis --&gt; NATIONAL LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just to waste my time for the library wouldn't be open till 10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ the Library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fiction --&gt; Non-fiction --&gt; Cookery --&gt; Handicraft sections&lt;br /&gt;11. Realized I couldn't borrow with my library card&lt;br /&gt;12. Rayshio lent me his ez-link, which the lady at the counter destroyed so had to use his ez-link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ Bugis Village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to Delifrance &lt;strong&gt;(I WAS STARVING)&lt;/strong&gt;-had a croissant&lt;br /&gt;14. Walked aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;15. Went to BHG and went to the children's section&lt;br /&gt;16. Met up with mel&lt;br /&gt;17. THE SEARCH FOR FOOD&lt;br /&gt;18. Sakae? Siam Restaurant? Pastamania? Delifrance? Seoul Garden?&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Siam Restaurant &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;thai food buffet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ate until my stomach hurt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN IT WAS....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PW PW PW PW PW PW PW PW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Bishan--&gt; Yi Hoong's place&lt;br /&gt;21. Toa Payoh --&gt; Binding WR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From 3+ till 6+)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I realized that I want something. So I'll go HUNT for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polaroid Camera!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can take pictures with all my friends and have the hard copy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;uneventful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6132666182609924824?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6132666182609924824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6132666182609924824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6132666182609924824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6132666182609924824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1388159849692312452</id><published>2007-10-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:20:38.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>FAM REUNITES!</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should come up with a poem for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, glorious&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;You make people,&lt;br /&gt;go google eyed,&lt;br /&gt;weak in the knees,&lt;br /&gt;salivate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um. I think that's quite enough. Anyone wants to continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FAM = Food Aligned Movement!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Founders of FAM = Bryan, Jerrick, Shihui, Mel and I&lt;br /&gt;3. Honourary FAM-ers = Sophia and Victor&lt;br /&gt;4. Formed during out short time in SMUN (Singapore Mock/Model United Nations)&lt;br /&gt;5. Our common goal = FOOD RULES&lt;br /&gt;6. Upon reuniting, we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugar cane drinks&lt;/span&gt; (those uber huge cups), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coconuts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ Chicken Wings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satay&lt;/span&gt; (Beef, Chicken, Pork), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oyster Omelette&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hokkien Mee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stingray&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satay Bee Hoon&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I hope I didn't forget anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of food, my relatives just returned from a trip to Japan today. There are loads of chocolate and biscuits and sweet treats in my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-E-L-C-I-O-U-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the world when you have friends like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1388159849692312452?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1388159849692312452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1388159849692312452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1388159849692312452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1388159849692312452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/fam-reunites.html' title='FAM REUNITES!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-5150140467022853235</id><published>2007-10-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:31:26.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedingfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>Soulmate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEzbkGj7EaQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEzbkGj7EaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that when one is angry, the anger will be vented on someone else? Then the cycle continues until no one is happy. My mum asked why when I'm angry I'll blast the ear phones and not talk. Thinking about it now, I think its to avoid venting my anger on someone else, and wait till the anger is gone. Perhaps I should find a better way to release my anger. Sadly though, I realize that I'm cursing. For a person who doesn't use the much vulgarities except maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid idiot&lt;/span&gt;, this is saying something. It would be really fun to do a research on emotions and how people control and portray them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5150140467022853235?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5150140467022853235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5150140467022853235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5150140467022853235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5150140467022853235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3763219595720196389</id><published>2007-10-09T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:08:14.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A day not in school</title><content type='html'>Woke up early for rollerblading, yet being totally ignored by tan jo lynn.&lt;br /&gt;She promised to come with us yet she slept in and could not be awoken.&lt;br /&gt;Mel baked lovely fat-free muffins for our little 'picnic' and shi hui had sandwiches and the lovely lovely cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; cafe and had smoothies. Mine was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue rush&lt;/span&gt;, with blueberries apple and banana. Mel had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avocado cream&lt;/span&gt; [forgot the actual name] and shihui had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mango blast. &lt;/span&gt;On the menu beside the name of the drink, was what the drink helped. Mine apparently is an anti-oxidant, shihui's to 'pump up the energy' and mel's is to be healthy or something. I think my memory is quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jo lynn went with us to J8 and we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lust, Caution. &lt;/span&gt;I think I'll have nightmares tonight. There were some things which I was quite, repulsed by. Oh well. What to do? I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unceremoniously &lt;/span&gt;roped into this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a person like a particular thing over another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3763219595720196389?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3763219595720196389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3763219595720196389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3763219595720196389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3763219595720196389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-not-in-school.html' title='A day not in school'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-8165714380501019855</id><published>2007-10-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:58:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HELLO! This is meltee here guest blogging (self-invitation) on Yt's wonderful blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my left, Yt's trying to beat her sister in her handphone games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my right are my other awesome pw mates (Yi Hoong &amp;amp; Tis) editing the dreadful Written Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why I'm guest blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change Yt's template so she'll get a shock when she sees a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Yt, I saved a copy of your original html ;)&lt;br /&gt;And I chose the template based on your blog's name "hot chocolate during winter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I think Tis took this unglam picture of us =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RwnHpN9F6jI/AAAAAAAAACk/qWVl17aARzQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118841962417744434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RwnHpN9F6jI/AAAAAAAAACk/qWVl17aARzQ/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We look terribly gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8165714380501019855?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8165714380501019855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8165714380501019855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8165714380501019855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8165714380501019855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/mels-here.html' title='Mel&apos;s here!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RwnHpN9F6jI/AAAAAAAAACk/qWVl17aARzQ/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7912603069816530797</id><published>2007-10-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:14:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMmgkv6poOA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing by Elisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9f0HzZGbQc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the drummer kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the music. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7912603069816530797?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7912603069816530797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7912603069816530797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/dancing-by-elisa-feel-music.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8488984187185125988</id><published>2007-10-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:50:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the apogee of my life or..</title><content type='html'>"hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never see you online often"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how's school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ok"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"must study hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feeling stressed lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"no."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and this goes on and on and on, and people wonder why I always appear offline. I don't go online to waste my time on awkward conversations which is one-sided mainly, and honestly, I have nothing to say to the other person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny diaries was alright, but 15mins into the show, I realized I read the bloody book before. Although its bad to stereotype, but most show that are from a storybook is never quite as good. And this show is one example. Perhaps because I knew what was going on, I didn't even shed a tear during the sad scene. Sad. I think I would've enjoyed the show much more if I didn't knew the plot. There was one funny thing though, I thought the guy chasing Scarlett said "&lt;em&gt;... to grow live fish" &lt;/em&gt;and started laughing to myself, then Lou (who was sitting beside me) was sort of squealing with joy, and said she wanted that too. This led to &lt;em&gt;me=confused &lt;/em&gt;and after a while, I realized that what he said was to &lt;em&gt;grill &lt;/em&gt;live fish. (wow. what an improvement) I don't really know about grilling live fish, for even though I'm not vegetarian and all, but &lt;em&gt;dumping&lt;/em&gt; a fish (live one mind you) on top of a barbeque pit is not something I fancy doing. Those poor tai tai's, tou fu ice-cream?!?! Oohh, they're missing out on a hell lot of good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, it was quite fun, the company was great too (mel, lou, rayshio) but now that I'm back home, I'm quite bored which is why I'm wasting my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending time (esp. with mel) I realized how MIA I've been. Why is it that when new friendships are formed, the old ones are left behind? Is it terribly selfish of me to want both?&lt;br /&gt;Too much on sad stuff, I guess I can't really help what's going on in my life (how ironic) but... on to better stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to end of THE DREADED. THE DISGUSTING. &lt;strong&gt;PROMOS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my promos ended last week, I still have Chem SPA...but lets not spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos are ending. promos are ending. promos are ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as we sat by the roadside, under the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laughing with close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pearly white teeth, sparkling eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a sense of humour and modesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you once brought me laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet now you brought me tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't forget the laughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nor I the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am able to think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without dealing with this ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll forget about the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and only remember the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8488984187185125988?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8488984187185125988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8488984187185125988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8488984187185125988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8488984187185125988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/10/apogee-of-my-life-or.html' title='the apogee of my life or..'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2461288074926395684</id><published>2007-09-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:24:21.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friend</title><content type='html'>Life is really very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when I lived in Italy, playing with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, Antoine, Filippo, Carlotta, Giulio, Sonia, Margherita, Elisa, Gianluca, Nicolo, Matteo, Pete... and Eiki. We had so much fun. We were young, still naive (or at least I was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the shock when Mr G. told us that Eiki was diagnosed with cancer. I was just shocked. I really really believed that he was going to get better, not knowing the truth about cancer back then. Just a few months ago, Eiki and I had a short conversation on msn, just exchanging greetings with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I opened my mail and saw one from Filippo, and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still crying now, while writing this post. Although I hate crying, but tears are not something to be ashamed of. I wish, that I could've seen him again. I remember we used to go on field trips together, and he'll teach me some Jap. I wish for so many things but I guess they'll never come true. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have the time, go and read this post &lt;a href="http://fipi90.blog.com/"&gt;http://fipi90.blog.com/&lt;/a&gt; and please treasure the people around you. Take the chance and get to know them better, for we never know when they'll just disappear from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Eiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115554283594809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rv4ZhH7lgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/fyJPvwmzWn4/s200/eiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2461288074926395684?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2461288074926395684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2461288074926395684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2461288074926395684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2461288074926395684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-my-friend.html' title='To my friend'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rv4ZhH7lgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/fyJPvwmzWn4/s72-c/eiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4970890278171442109</id><published>2007-09-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:28:55.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a little shout out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH. PROMOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the end. of my rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4970890278171442109?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4970890278171442109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4970890278171442109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4970890278171442109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4970890278171442109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-little-shout-out-rgh.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-4496575944766077897</id><published>2007-09-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:31:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoopee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although this may seem really trivial, insignificant and maybe even downright silly, I am super happy because I finally successfully finished the minesweeper game. After so many years of trying and stupid me didn't even realize that the numbers meant the number of bombs present, the smiley face with the sunglasses has finally appeared. However, to commemorate this marvelous occasion so that I will remember it, I can only cease work and sleep now. afterall its 1:30 in the morning already. Work can commence &lt;em&gt;demain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bon Nuit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4496575944766077897?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4496575944766077897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4496575944766077897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4496575944766077897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4496575944766077897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-happy.html' title='I feel happy!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4762602525020225923</id><published>2007-08-30T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:28:11.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all the people that have had to put up with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize-One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down, but wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothin new&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red-&lt;br /&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say...&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge (guitar/piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4762602525020225923?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4762602525020225923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4762602525020225923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4762602525020225923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4762602525020225923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/08/apologize-one-republic-im-holding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2237408670462746</id><published>2007-08-21T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:01:42.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is obvious since I'm in the computer lab for GP and I'm writing in this stupid place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The question of the day is : Do you agree that learning in the virtual classroom can never be as effective as in the traditional one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Math test was horrible. Because I was writing (my name) after the teacher said 'Pen's Down!' I was scolded. However, I don't blame the teacher for he's just doing his job afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it didn't help to bring my spirits up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, there are some good points to note! I passed Chem test with flying colours!! This is an uber duper humongous jump from my dismal failing grade the previous one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel ridiculously giddy about my upcoming dinner tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gha is leaving for Norway tonight. No more chicken gha, only fish. (Chicken is her favourite meat dish) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm experiencing conflicting emotions about it. I'm so proud and glad for her, but also sad. (Gha! take me with you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nat. If I admit myself to IMH, you know who to hunt down. My mental stability is being threatened by the constant presence of THE BIRD. The big YELLOW bird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I shall go back on writing the advantages and disadvantages of the virtual classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My (current) favourite word: &lt;em&gt;harridan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2237408670462746?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2237408670462746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2237408670462746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2237408670462746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2237408670462746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2913806594615217098</id><published>2007-08-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:40:12.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mugs and cups'/><title type='text'>... Its 5 weeks to Promos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me an E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a R and E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a double S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me an I! N! G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DEPRESSING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a sadist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't do open day because of *cough*, but I have to be at practice anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And i'm a horrible person who destroys a 'piece of art' created by my friend. Who probably spent ages doing it. I'm really sorry. It wasn't intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was eventful. I forgot all my steps. I made people run round the track as punishment (I'm sorry guys. I had no choice)I made people miss appointments. I have math remedial this friday from 7pm-9pm. I messed up my life with one silly thing I did, making it more complicated. I dozed off in chem class... and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M SORRY ABOUT THE MISSING THING AND THE RUNNING THING BUT FOR THE REST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHO CARES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate 2 slices of wonderful chocolate cake donated from huilin with chocolate milk. I found someone who understands how I feel in school and about my close friends. I learned that procrastination is a sin but I keep doing it (haha! isn't it funny)My sister and I told each other silly jokes. My dad is a wonderful listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to spend Christmas far away from this place. A place where its not a commercialized event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I thinking about Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2913806594615217098?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2913806594615217098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2913806594615217098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2913806594615217098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2913806594615217098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-5-weeks-to-promos.html' title='... Its 5 weeks to Promos'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2927319533866196214</id><published>2007-08-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:34:00.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>You're a stranger in my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw some videos just minutes ago and I was really taken with the performance. I really wanted to try a few of the moves, but its too late. I really need practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm utterly horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've been studying and I'm thinking about dance?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If my parents' knew they'd kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especially since I really should be asleep now since I got to wake up at 7am tomorrow. Or today looking at the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus the fact that I made a promise to myself to improve my grades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cross my heart and swear that tomorrow will be the day to 'redeem' myself for not doing enough work today. I've only finished PW, a little history and economics since the short break started, plus dance stuff but is that really considered work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National Day has ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had to dance Rhapsody in school and it was terrifying! I had around a week plus to practice plus it was contemporary. Thanks so much to Reg, Shining, Huiting, Chu Yun, Serene, Amanda, Mildred for helping me so much. I hope I didn't make any screw ups. Haha! It was really fun though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the performance, Mr Gn treated the girls of SYF Opening Ceremony to lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co. The portion of food was huge and ate till I was bloated - literally. Since I don't take seafood that well, I merely ordered... Fish and Chips. Plus a drink which I shared with Jer. Plus dessert which was a chocolate cake with hot fudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking of it just makes me feel really really full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I shall sleep on the dance moves, and hopefully remember that after Promos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PROMOS is evil. But necessary I guess. So, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside joke: Its Ma-ri-hua-na. Not Ma-ri-ju-a-na! (we were guessing the pronunciation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La di da di da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Western Dance is gonna have a sweater! And because of that I have to use surveymonkey.com for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learning things, SOMETIMES, may be kind of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2927319533866196214?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2927319533866196214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2927319533866196214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2927319533866196214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2927319533866196214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-stranger-in-my-eyes.html' title='You&apos;re a stranger in my eyes'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4144632526986089975</id><published>2007-08-05T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:47:30.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Let's take a little trip to Singapore Town, in a Singapore city bus! To see Collyer Quay and Raffles Place, the Esplanade and all of us.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095204591605252066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RrXNlJyR_-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cog-yBxzdhg/s200/National+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National Day is coming!!! Went to see the preview @ Marina Bay thanks to Mr Gn for giving me tickets and the rest of the dancers who performed at SYF Opening Ceremony. During the show, I felt a sudden gush of patriotism to Singapore. Serious. However, my sister so kindly said that I was being brainwashed. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel disappointment however, when I see that the not all the people in Singapore are putting up our National flag. I remember how excited I get in the past, just to put up the flag, always fighting with my sisters to see who would get the honour of doing it. I remember walking past the hdb flats and look in amazement at the rows and rows of Singapore flags, and it was spectacular. Sadly, when I look upon the hdb flats now, less than half of the owners put up the national flag, depriving me of one of simple pleasures however weird it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Chanel is love. Doing PW on Chanel is so much fun! This has to credited greatly to my wonderful wonderful team members - mel, yi hoong, tis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its one of the bright spots in school life for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 WEEKS TO PROMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School's just full of studying, eating and dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been credited to being able to choreograph. Haha. That somehow is really hilarious. All I did was some minor thing for the dance for IPerform , WHICH WAS CANCELLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeez. Segregation between the IP's and Mainstream? What bullshit. I don't think so. IP3 During IP1 and 2, we're 2 years younger. Of course we have to be treated a bit differently. JC life and Secondary life cannot be compared! But I digress. Anyway, close friends of mine in the mainstream do not think there's any segregation. So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;this is what I feel, and I am entitled to my own opinion&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to the topic I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had wonderful Spaghetti with Pork Chop today, which led to a feeling of nostalgia when I lived in Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned how to make tang yuan from scratch from my grandma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I can make it whenever I feel like eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in awe of my grandmother, who cooks super well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My younger sister and my mum just tried to crack an egg by squeezing it. Both came upstairs laughing themselves silly due to their failed attempts. They are just weak. Hahaha. My dad tried it after persuasion from my younger sis and he cracked it! However, the icky 'juices' have splattered all over the kitchen and my dad is currently cleaning them up. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Currently listening to &lt;em&gt;Croatian Rhapsody&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Maksim&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8558456283318982987-4144632526986089975?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4144632526986089975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4144632526986089975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4144632526986089975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4144632526986089975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RrXNlJyR_-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cog-yBxzdhg/s72-c/National+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1632033450268099840</id><published>2007-07-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:08:34.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm weird or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People around me are so hyped up about the new Harry Potter book that arrived in Singapore today, apparently at 7:01am. However, due to us having an oral presentation workshop in school, few of my friends were griping on how they couldn't start reading the book, and moaning when they saw others with the new book at hand, reading it during the breaks during the OP workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This made me ponder about my utter indifference to the book. Why do I feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it because of the fact that I kind of disliked the angst turn in the series starting from book 4/5 (I don't like angst by the way, I think its quite depressing. Life is already stressful. Why add more stress to it by reading these kind of books?) Or maybe due that I don't want Ron and Hermione to get together (those two quarrel like nobody's business. How do you have a lasting relationship like that?) Or that deaths are multiplying like how insects breed? Perhaps in my household with so many people, one book passed around will take ages to reach me, and there's not really a point in buying another book, therefore I feel nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea. However, if I recall correctly, even when the first book was out years ago, I was not as big a fan of it as my elder sister, and now, even she does not anticipate the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DESPITE ALL OF THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think its utterly UTTERLY horrible how people give spoilers. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! Even if I read the book months from now, don't tell me anything from now till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS THE REASON WHY EVEN JADE IS BUYING THIS BOOK WHEN ITS JUST RELEASED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS RUINED WHEN PEOPLE AROUND JUST TELL THE ENTIRE STORY WHEN YOU JUST WANT TO FIND IT OUT YOURSELF. IN YOUR OWN TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This means. Don't tell me anything. Not even a single nitty-gritty detail about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't spoil the book for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now on to happier stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Western Dance to me now means a whole new world of things. Things that I've never known before. Reg and Jer owes me Ice-cream!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During CCA now, I get to know so much more things. Information that I used to be oblivious too. Through this process, I am so thankful for the support of my friends, specially Tis and Eesha. Even though I can't really express how grateful I am for them, at least I hope that they know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IPerform, and IP concert is coming up. Rushing through choreography, lack of practices and people not coming for them, I really really hope that everything will turn out &lt;em&gt;fantabulous. &lt;/em&gt;Even if it means slogging doubly hard so that it'll reach a high standard. Because of this performance, I learned how to mix music! For which, I am so proud of myself, since I'm quite a 'noob' at IT stuff. But i did it through trial and error, for which I want to jump around with glee except its quite late and my parents are already asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HMUN. To go or not to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1632033450268099840?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1632033450268099840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1632033450268099840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1632033450268099840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1632033450268099840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/07/weird.html' title='Weird?'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-377133042612295795</id><published>2007-07-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:48:48.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me Happy'/><title type='text'>Tell me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IPerform is coming, and I do hope that we are able to put up a good show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheese = good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am quite disgusted with people writing too mushy stuff on their blogs. Both genders alike. Its just... irks me a bit, for showing how you feel about someone is supposed to be intimate right? Not to moan/gush/apologize/etc. to the public. I mean, can't you do it to his/her face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum's finally back from Austrailia! My fridge has finally woken from its previous slumber for its filled with goodies of all sorts from my mum and my aunt, who just recently came back from the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, its quite sad that I can't open everything at once, but to stare at the wonderful packaging of snacks, and keep wondering whats inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are all commenting about Common Tests so I shan't. Its such a depressing thing to write about tests, and results, and exams and the list goes on and on. I have decided that grinding one's teeth or whooping with joy are insensitive actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elections are coming up and being anxious is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore I shall ignore this topic to focus on happier stuff like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ARCTIC EIGHT ice cream that Reg, Shining and I shared in Cine. Oh. What a wonderful trip. With 8 different flavours in a huge bowl with mountains of topping. Isn't it simply lovely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-377133042612295795?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/377133042612295795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=377133042612295795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/377133042612295795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/377133042612295795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/07/tell-me-again.html' title='Tell me again'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-2247276153858717176</id><published>2007-07-07T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:44:06.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit tired ad confused, so I decided to do something mind numbing. Hence, I'm here writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As June holidays rolled past, and Common Tests are over, Enrichment week started.&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be fun, and it is, yesterday going to Fuji Ice Palace to skate, and with the help of my friends and the teacher, I learned how to skate backwards and turn.&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched Transformers, and I think the show was quite cool, except that I don't really like the guy in the show. Oh well. And then, lauren and I decided that we are weird people. Haha. Finished a whole box of popcorn like 5 mins into the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of the news from Zhirong, which led to my mood now. I do hope that he's coping well, although I know he will be. I hope his father will rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not directly involved in my life currently, I have chopped off my hair just before the start of the term. Mer and Lou didn't even recognize me! It was really funny since I was just sitting beside them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPerform is coming! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-2247276153858717176?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/2247276153858717176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=2247276153858717176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2247276153858717176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/2247276153858717176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-bit-tired-ad-confused-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7323297670155349644</id><published>2007-06-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:19:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs. Whose Line is it Anyway? Huh?</title><content type='html'>I figured that some laughs are in severe need in times of stress like this before the common tests. Thanks to my sister for showing me these videos and making me feel like smiling while mugging for math. &lt;br /&gt;Please watch them. You won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway - Lets Make A Date (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_swoXgWFHe8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_swoXgWFHe8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway - Lets Make A Date (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdTk-UbbjVA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdTk-UbbjVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway - Superheroes (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAe7KMEvaPQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAe7KMEvaPQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway - Superheroes (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NEOSY3zz88"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NEOSY3zz88" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7323297670155349644?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/7323297670155349644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=7323297670155349644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7323297670155349644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7323297670155349644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/06/laughs-whose-line-is-it-anyway-huh.html' title='Laughs. Whose Line is it Anyway? Huh?'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4402644116869335870</id><published>2007-06-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:27:29.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random music videos I've stumbled upon while listening to music when mugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fHyFp9B4ig"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fHyFp9B4ig" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBHh3XWHVKw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBHh3XWHVKw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAd9xupLqOY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAd9xupLqOY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4402644116869335870?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4402644116869335870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4402644116869335870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-music-videos-ive-stumbled-upon.html' title='Random music videos I&apos;ve stumbled upon while listening to music when mugging'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8552091139457825278</id><published>2007-06-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:47:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMUN 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the 5-8 June, I was at NUS Eusoff Hall, participating in Singapore Model United Nations (SMUN) 2007, with Mel, Shihui, Gha, Peixin, Bingxin, Huijun, Gerard, Jem, Andrew etc. NJ people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of the Historical General Assembly, Mel and I represented the Federal Republic of Germany, discussing about the crisis of Vietnam's invasion of Kampuchea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, despite how fun the debate was, with the whole Soviet bloc walking out and then gracing the front page of the UN Torch (a newsletter), the most fun event was the starting of the FAM! The Food Aligned Movement for people who kept munching on snacks and thinking about food almost all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consisting of delegates from Angola (Shihui, Peixin), United Arab Emirates (Bryan!), Italy (Dear Jerrick), Kenya (Victor), Venezuela (Sophia) and of course Mel and I. We went out of the conference to the toilet, but soon met up with each other to steal GUMMY SWEETS (Haribo) before entering the discussion room again. And of course, we went to eat supper together, tea break together etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FAM is so superb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UAE is wonderful! Cheryl from Poland too! Mel, them and I had a mugging session together late at night, while the rest were 'Polar Bear', which we joined later till 2 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were loads of funny characters like Myanmar, Sri Lanka and more, which made our sessions so happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMUN was wonderful, despite inevitable hiccups, so I guess this must mean I need to study harder, so my results are good enough that its safe to go next year. Maybe to NTU MUN, or HMUN (I hope!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Streetfest tomorrow!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8552091139457825278?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8552091139457825278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8552091139457825278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8552091139457825278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8552091139457825278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/06/smun-2007.html' title='SMUN 2007'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-5653080363522200283</id><published>2007-06-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:29:44.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just realized that counting sheep to cure insomnia is total lie. I counted up to sheep 320+ last night( or morning since it was like 12+), and it did not make me feel sleepy at all. Rather, it made me more alert as I had to make sure I was counting in sequence, for I realized I went 28, 29, 40, 41... Maybe I can't sleep because I had taken a 3 hr + nap in the afternoon, same as mel, who sms-ed me while I was busily counting sheep in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just realized that I may be taking my common tests a full week before the rest due to my participation in the SYF Opening Ceremony, which will be held during the week for the CTs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One week less for studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need all my free time to study math, since it is my weakest subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except, maybe money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just kidding. I hate counting money too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMUN. Streetfest. SYF Opening Ceremony. PW. Math VA. Common Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am rather confused for streetfest. I keep changing genders. Sometimes I'm dancing the guys' part, and at times I'm not, so during practices I just stand there like some blur bimbo, forgive the pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to watch Reverie III, a dance concert organized by TJC to support Alex! Alex had some thick metal chain, which was so funny! I think that their lighting was fabulous. It added so much feel to the dances. After the show, I was starving so went out with Wanzhen, JiaTeng, Calvin, Rachel to eat!! After eating and talking, it was way past my curfew so I had to cab home so as to not make my grandma worry/get mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AGAINST TAKING TAXIS.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL MAYBE I START WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys turns 17!&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the permission to bring my younger sis to the movies!&lt;br /&gt;3. Not watched TV for the past few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5653080363522200283?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5653080363522200283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5653080363522200283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5653080363522200283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5653080363522200283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7090739997247896305</id><published>2007-05-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:22:04.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARISTAL 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARISTAL IS OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had loads of fun, although tis and I were screwed during tech run because we only ran in when we heard the song playing and everybody was dancing already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures were taken (jiayi better delete the photos) and there were times for sleeping and eating, it is another experience that I'll not forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw many people like gha, shihui, eric, dot, wuduo, cat, and many many more people. You know, I think this is what I like about aristal. It gives me the opportunity to meet up with people that I don't see much anymore, and since I don't go out with people often (actually, practically never), I am so happy!(especially seeing Cherry!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know great people. Thanks for the flowers, but to me, just being there meant so much already. I am really touched, and ... &lt;em&gt;shit. I don't know how to say this, but you know what I mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To a few people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Tisiana, for being my rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. WEI ZONG IS BACK!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Thanks Chii Tarng, for the flowers, I really didn't expect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Wanzhen, loved the cake!! But what about my Pandan cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Peter Gn's item people (for putting up with my lousiness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Juniors' Item people, for all the hard work we put in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Danceworks people, THE LAST TIME WE'RE DOING THIS DANCE! (&lt;em&gt;i think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. j.s., for calling me while I was bathing to apologize for his absence. Its so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. To all the ip3 people, we were so crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. To the person who chose the finale song. Really damn cool! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;List of people I want to &lt;em&gt;murder/injure etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. TAN WEI LIANG for calling me &lt;strong&gt;that. &lt;/strong&gt;(better not call me that again, its not true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Seah Gim Lim for teasing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The junior dancers, for you know what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Tis, for complaining about her stomach (which is not there..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. (maybe) Jiayi, if he doesn't delete the photos in his camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Send me the photos of Aristal! So I can &lt;em&gt;Remember&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26th May, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A day full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;westerndance!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-7090739997247896305?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/7090739997247896305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=7090739997247896305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7090739997247896305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7090739997247896305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/aristal-2007.html' title='ARISTAL 2007!'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-7631252050660194942</id><published>2007-05-23T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:32:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy Anniversary Dad &amp; Mum! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlPcG3-UUeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G2lD-7ZcFhY/s1600-h/hearts.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067636016384594402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlPcG3-UUeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G2lD-7ZcFhY/s200/hearts.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love you all loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 DAYS TO ARISTAL&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8558456283318982987-7631252050660194942?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7631252050660194942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/7631252050660194942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-anniversary-dad-mum-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlPcG3-UUeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G2lD-7ZcFhY/s72-c/hearts.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1265768393543759824</id><published>2007-05-22T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:03:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlLzOH-UUbI/AAAAAAAAABc/RByhcqq-UnY/s1600-h/brewerks.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067379954729374130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlLzOH-UUbI/AAAAAAAAABc/RByhcqq-UnY/s320/brewerks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlLzOX-UUcI/AAAAAAAAABk/e5kJ8t92VQs/s1600-h/brewerkz_beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067379959024341442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlLzOX-UUcI/AAAAAAAAABk/e5kJ8t92VQs/s320/brewerkz_beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks damn nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the cast + director of Parentcraft went to eat last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Even thinking about it now makes me super hungry, and I just ate a bowl of noodles, a coconut bun, an eclair, a slice of pandan cake, and a Malay kueh for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Played funny games, then after eating, went for dessert at some Japanese restaurant place. The waiters were all staring at us for staying so long just to share 3 different desserts. My gosh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, decided to write about this because I was thinking of Drama, which led to food, which led to ba gua and fries, which led to this.&lt;br /&gt;Random I am not. It is just interconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance practice is tiring, but fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, brings me to the 4 hour long sex education talk we had today.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Chua wrote really weird things. We had to write what we thought about true love, and one of the things he wrote was "&lt;em&gt;A toe-curling, *something*, explosive orgasm with a lagerte (Triumph International) model...&lt;/em&gt;" Everyone was laughing at how disgusting that was, especially writing it in front of the volunteers from the Fei Yue Community Service/Centre(?), but they were a really good sport.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun, except that I was really tired (as usual), because of dance practice yesterday. Had full dress, and changing 3 different sets of costume, hairstyle and makeup is no easy feat. Don't know how I'm going to be able to cope on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 DAYS TO ARISTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlL32n-UUdI/AAAAAAAAABs/m-wkfrnmQj0/s1600-h/aristal+logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067385048560587218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlL32n-UUdI/AAAAAAAAABs/m-wkfrnmQj0/s400/aristal+logo.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aristal logo 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1265768393543759824?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1265768393543759824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1265768393543759824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1265768393543759824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1265768393543759824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/food.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RlLzOH-UUbI/AAAAAAAAABc/RByhcqq-UnY/s72-c/brewerks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-3394711323432561303</id><published>2007-05-21T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:06:10.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Do</title><content type='html'>HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GINORMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIGANTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCKROACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics:&lt;br /&gt;1. VA&lt;br /&gt;2. Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;3. File&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;1. SEA - 6 essays&lt;br /&gt;2. International - 3 essays&lt;br /&gt;3. File&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;1. All tutorials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;1. Tutorials plus assignments. All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;1. Practice tomorrow 330-445, 5-8&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;3. Tech Run/ Full dress on Thurs (afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;4. Saturday, 8am @ Ngee Ann Poly. Tech Run/ Full dress&lt;br /&gt;5. Saturday night - ARISTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traumatised. Flat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3394711323432561303?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3394711323432561303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3394711323432561303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3394711323432561303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3394711323432561303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/huge.html' title='Things to Do'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4389897809155724534</id><published>2007-05-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:06:34.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprain? Complain? Comprain?</title><content type='html'>I'm just exhausted, but I need to 'moan' a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Or, as mel says, &lt;em&gt;comprain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Talk for 4 HOURS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH!&lt;br /&gt;ECONS!&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY!&lt;br /&gt;GP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night to myself, after I finish econs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4389897809155724534?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4389897809155724534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4389897809155724534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/comprain-complain-comprain.html' title='Comprain? Complain? Comprain?'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-6064502721602153525</id><published>2007-05-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:44:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DRAMAFEST TICKETS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;$5 ONLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7:30PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARENTCRAFT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who is concerned. Dramafest is THIS SATURDAY. And if you've nothing else better to do, come watch us be sissy, bimbo, and all manly. I assure you that you will laugh like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;At least for my play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh. my image is ruined!!&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;strong&gt;ARISTAL - NJC DANCE NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;$12/$15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC CONVENTION CENTRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME TBC&lt;/strong&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;ARISTAL RULES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6064502721602153525?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6064502721602153525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6064502721602153525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6064502721602153525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6064502721602153525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/dramafest-tickets-5-only-19-may-730pm.html' title='Shows'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-5090848816137389045</id><published>2007-05-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:06:51.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>The unavoidable has happened. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friendship about to become lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the same reasons. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel this ending cannonballing towards this friendship. Yet, I cannot do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do, is await silently, for the same fate. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my way of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself and hate this unavoidable ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-5090848816137389045?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/5090848816137389045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=5090848816137389045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5090848816137389045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/5090848816137389045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/unavoidable-has-happened.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3794969001412591325</id><published>2007-05-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:53:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dwjn</title><content type='html'>SUPER ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR GN'S DANCE ARE DURING COMMMON TESTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the showcase for Aristal'07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up as right after danceworks, I sort of became 'incapacitated'. Thanks so much to Tis, Reg, and many others who helped me find Panadol and medicated oil, and even hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write a book, named "The Misadventures of a Girl"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that my grimace of a smile, especially for Mr Gn's item, and steps were not too screwed up because of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy dancing for Junior's item! And I didn't laugh while doing pairwork with Chii Tarng!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was even happier dancing for Danceworks! Not sure why though, since I thought I as quite tired of the dance, but APPARENTLY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;all's well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOW STUDY HISTORY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3794969001412591325?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3794969001412591325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3794969001412591325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3794969001412591325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3794969001412591325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/njc-western-dance.html' title='dwjn'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-6857399770904180155</id><published>2007-05-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:25:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PARENTCRAFT PRACTICE SESSIONS ARE SUPER SUPER HILARIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6857399770904180155?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6857399770904180155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6857399770904180155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/parentcraft-practice-sessions-are-super.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-4496311839309930507</id><published>2007-05-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:50:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In light of my impending History Essay, Position Paper, and Math Tests, Lectures and Tutorials, this is what keeps me from going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said forever over and over. says:lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:v shagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:may e bedbugs bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said forever over and over. says:.. .. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said forever over and over. says:bedbugs ur head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:i didn't need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:more like u ll have them.i thought you said forever over and over. says:bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:BLEURGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says: my beautiful bed is bug free. not like urs bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:I JUST CHANGED MY BED COVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:AND YOUR BED NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:no lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:mine better n confirm no bedbugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:YOURS IS LIKE SUPER GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:or lices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU DO THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:its the floor la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said forever over and over. says:bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:how to have bedbugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said forever over and over. says:bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:YOU THINK BEDBUGS CANNOT CRAWL AH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:all die le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:all they r non existence in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:YOU KNOW, THERE'S A REASON WHY THERE'S A SAYING THAT BOYS ARE BLIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:more like they hide in ur hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:no lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:im v normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:I WASH MY HAIR TWICE EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:oh wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:still can have lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother unless it is a matter of life and death says:YOURS HAVE MORE CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i thought you said forever over and over. says:n not like i dun wash my hair twice a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weird random convo with zhirong, which started about me asking for math&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so happy today! J1's item finally doing well! I'm so happy!!!!! And we had a lot of fun taking random pictures. Must think of different sushis to make for dance! More wasabi the better! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST PERFORM IN ARISTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rjn-Yrn8EUI/AAAAAAAAABU/a6agyhuL3V0/s1600-h/hiphop+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060355356308017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rjn-Yrn8EUI/AAAAAAAAABU/a6agyhuL3V0/s320/hiphop+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-4496311839309930507?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/4496311839309930507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=4496311839309930507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4496311839309930507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/4496311839309930507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-light-of-my-impending-history-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Rjn-Yrn8EUI/AAAAAAAAABU/a6agyhuL3V0/s72-c/hiphop+jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-542553121775607957</id><published>2007-05-03T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:09:10.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I have great friends??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-542553121775607957?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/542553121775607957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=542553121775607957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/542553121775607957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/542553121775607957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-i-ever-mentioned-that-i-have-great.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-397710253187378414</id><published>2007-04-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:30:38.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am just being emotional, or well, just needed to let some things out. So don't bother to continue reading if, well, you don't want to know certain things about ol' me, or if you don't want to read a stupid emo post. Maybe i should dedicate this to the person who taught me the word 'emo'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realized that I have a really bad inferiority complex. People may say that I am confident of myself and all especially when I'm having cca, but seriously its just a facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It took me two years to realize that I can dance passably well. My IP1 and 2 years in dance was not particularly fantastic. Whatever dance I attempted had a lot of parts which needed correcting, and my seniors would kindly teach me to make my steps better, yet none of their coaching seemed to be of much use as I still did not improve. No one imagine how I felt being left out of so many things that required the skill and technique, which I did not have. As my self-confidence went to a new low, my inferiority complex kicks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having two sisters with amazing track records, I always felt useless. It didn't help that with my personality, this did not spur me on to work harder, but I actually accepted the fact that I could never measure up to them(&lt;em&gt;which is stupid, but it still happened.) B&lt;/em&gt;ut then again, this is nobody's fault but my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i'm diverting from the topic. Maybe I may have certain parts of me which is 'good', but they were never important. Important as in to my future. My academics are average, or actually, maybe even below average looking at my level. I make excuses (&lt;em&gt;which again, I know is incredibly stupid) &lt;/em&gt;time and time again, and I just continuing being lazy and just continue doing what I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, my mum figures that I place my happiness above everything else. If I had to do something that I hated, despite it being vital for me to do, I would do something that made me happy. Again, I'm being incredibly idiotic for I'm just keep ranting on and on &lt;strong&gt;and i don't bloody change anything. &lt;/strong&gt;Wait. I change, but too little and too slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends surrounding me in the past used to spur me to study, but now, I'm always with bruce and ha. They are fun to be with, but Ha is a scholar. She likes studying. As in she really is happy just doing her work! Her mugging is always way ahead of me. And then bruce. Big words but not much action. Even though he is helpful, but he doesn't motivate me to study. He actually makes me NOT want to study, so that he won't try to help me with the wrong information, which makes me more confused then ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then again, I'm diverting from the topic. I was talking about cca. The J1's item has to be done by the showcase and I'm really worried. I don't know what I can do to help. I'm useless. Despite being nicknamed the 'sharpener' by Wanzhen, I don't do much. But I really hope that this act is able to get together so that it will not be scrapped from aristal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, ARISTAL IS COMING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this events and more kind of caused me to sink to this emotional and depressing state, and I have decided that I will try to change. Slowly, but surely. PLUS, I will get a bloody A for Math in A-levels, so the math make-up lessons that I have (&lt;em&gt;which makes me end school like at 1830) &lt;/em&gt;will not be a waste of my time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Want to place a bet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will and I can. And I'll do it the way I practiced like 'hell' for dance just to improve. No one can understand the sadness I felt. No one can really understand how much I tried. But I know, and that is all that matters to me. I've decided not to be affected by what is going on around me and just do everything I'm tasked with and more, WELL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-397710253187378414?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/397710253187378414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=397710253187378414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/397710253187378414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/397710253187378414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/rants.html' title='RANTS'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-8252970979953868008</id><published>2007-04-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:55:44.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Dance</title><content type='html'>JC syf is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously awaiting results for both IP and JC categories tomorrow. Even though I'm not involved in either, I feel super nervous! What if I was actually dancing? Maybe I would faint from sheer nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, slacked so much when Chii Tarng and I were supposed to do a choreo for the ending. Could have ended much earlier, but everyone was crazy after SYF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Ri9rsLn8ETI/AAAAAAAAABM/6jozXDOCX_M/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057379313339076914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Ri9rsLn8ETI/AAAAAAAAABM/6jozXDOCX_M/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of gettyimages.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things that happen in Dance Studio 2 after SYF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wenhao and ZhangYun rolling on the floor whenever this song went 'rolling rolling rolling...'&lt;br /&gt;2. Wenhao trying to go to a ballet jump, the one that looks like a split in mid-air right in front of our faces&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan, ZhangYun and Wenhao doing funny choreography to funny songs&lt;br /&gt;4. Jia Teng, WeiZong and Wanzhen doing the egyptian like movement, standing one in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gim Lim trying to step on my foot, which led to Wanzhen, Jia Teng and him playing Pepsi-Cola, where the two guys ganged up on Wanzhen&lt;br /&gt;6. Me and Wanzhen pointing fingers at those dancing, and pretending to whisper.&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really write down in words how funny these little things were. I fell down laughing, if that is a good indication. I just realized that this is one of the times when I am really happy in WD. Just happy. Even though most times I am still alone, but I am just so happy, standing there and watching the other WD people. I think I can really just shout, 'WESTERN DANCE!!!' in front of many people, like I dared tis to say 'Woof' and Jia Teng to say 'Oink' really loudly while going to see the SYF performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on this high note, I shall now continue studying for Econs, since we have a test on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;Go Econs Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I must learn to love a subject, so I'll feel glad studying for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-8252970979953868008?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/8252970979953868008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=8252970979953868008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8252970979953868008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/8252970979953868008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/jc-syf-is-over-anxiously-awaiting.html' title='Western Dance'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/Ri9rsLn8ETI/AAAAAAAAABM/6jozXDOCX_M/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1861191400001346437</id><published>2007-04-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:00:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have stupid irritating things in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk properly since I can't say 't', 'g', 'd', and 's'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mel and tis keeps laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just great mannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course there were really funny things that happened today! Like tis and I having this 'jaw-dropping' look whenever mel says something. Which, turned to the 'eye-popping' look, which served as a rest for my poor jaws.&lt;br /&gt;This thing happened while discussing for what to do our PW on, and our list have really cool ideas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who invented the pad&lt;br /&gt;2. Person who invented the bra&lt;br /&gt;3. Marco Polo&lt;br /&gt;4. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;5. Elephant Man (I don't know who that is but...)&lt;br /&gt;and many  many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we decided not to do anyone of the above ideas, for we chose to do on....&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Its secret you know.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this opportunity, I would like to thank Gim Lim for giving me a oreo cheesecake he made! I LOVE CAKES!&lt;br /&gt;He saved me from being so deprived from pastry kind of cakes, since I just ate two slices of pandan cake and a slice of marble cake during teatime. But I have not eaten cheesecake for ages!!!! Therefore, Wei Liang is no longer my saviour. Gim Lim is. Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gim Lim, Eesha and I went together to watch the IP syf performance, and I teared. I think I'm too emotional, but it was really touching. Seeing the hard work and effort put in the item not go to waste by presenting a great dance item. IP! Why is your dance so short!! I am really waiting to see this dance item during Aristal again!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is JC syf performance.. I am really really REALLY nervous. But I guess my feelings are nothing compared to those performing. I want... no. I need to scream to let all these suppressed feelings come out!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heart to heart talk with my mum today, it made me understand quite a few things, and 'get in touch' with myself better, if that actually makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rmB1Fb3d_0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rmB1Fb3d_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1861191400001346437?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1861191400001346437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1861191400001346437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1861191400001346437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1861191400001346437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-stupid-irritating-things-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-1445077849216442886</id><published>2007-04-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:45:33.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0EUhAja_H4g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I think the lady did protest too much&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't take the flower from my hand&lt;br /&gt;She only saw the shadow of my circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Perception can describe what makes a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to interrupt your stride&lt;br /&gt;But a rose was all I had to give&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes beauty isn't recognised&lt;br /&gt;When it contrasts with what you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say the problems should just go away&lt;br /&gt;Who's to point a finger at what's not understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, we're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Colours paint the grey away&lt;br /&gt;Different people all the same&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;br /&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I over analyse&lt;br /&gt;As if I cant control the time and place&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't something you try on for size&lt;br /&gt;You can't love without the give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say the problems should just go away&lt;br /&gt;Who's to point a finger at what's not understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, we're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Colours paint the grey away&lt;br /&gt;Different people all the same&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;br /&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Colours fade the grey away&lt;br /&gt;Different people all the same&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;br /&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Colours fade the grey away&lt;br /&gt;Different people all the same&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;br /&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Colours paint the grey away&lt;br /&gt;Different people all the same&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with different shades&lt;br /&gt;Read the story on each page&lt;br /&gt;Each reveals the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Natasha Bedingfield &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We're All Mad)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-1445077849216442886?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/1445077849216442886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=1445077849216442886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1445077849216442886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/1445077849216442886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-i-think-lady-did-protest-too-much.html' title='I&apos;m Mad'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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-8558456283318982987.post-3319755672509674091</id><published>2007-04-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:46:13.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo and Himbos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY IS BIMBO DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS A DAY WHERE THE GIRLS MUST WHERE PINK AND SPEAK IN A TOTALLY IDIOTIC WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS BIMBO-NESS MUST SPREAD ALL AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ACTIVE SUPPORTERS OF THIS DAY INCLUDE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. THE INFAMOUS GLAAAAADYYYYSSSSS TAN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WITH A PINK HAIRBAND AND HAIR TIE, PLUS A 'TOTALLLY' BIMBO BAG, THIS GIRL HAS DEFINED BIMBO! HER ATTEMPTS TO SPEAK LIKE AN IDIOT AMAZINGLY WAS SO SUCCESSFUL. WITH HER WALK, HER TALK, AND HER LOOK, IT IS OF NO SURPRISE THAT SHE TOPS THIS LIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. THE SEXY PERSON TISSSSIIAAANNA LOOOWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALSO WITH HER PINK HAIRBAND, SHE HAS HOT PINK EARPHONES CONNECTED TO HER SONY ERICSSON MP3! NOT WITHSTANDING HER PINK NOKIA PHONE! THIS GIRL PARTICIPATES IN BIMBO DEBATES WITH GLAAAADYYYYSS AND CREATES MUCH FUN AND LAUGHTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. THE HOT CANOUUU--EEIST, NATAAALIEEE KOOOHHH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE BORROWED A PINK +++++ GLITTERY HAIRBAND FROM DEAR TISSIANNA, AND SWITCHED HER ONE TO IT! IS THAT BIMBO OR BIMBO?!? HOWEVER, SINCE SHE DID NOT SPEAK IN THE 'BIMBO' WAY, IT IS SAD TO SAY THAT SHE CAN ONLY REMAIN AT SPOT NUMBER 3!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;If you can't see that I'm bored, then I have no idea how to convince that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Today (or more accurately speaking yesterday) was speech day. Although this is not an ordinary school day, but it is not entirely special too.&lt;br /&gt;However, what made this day so special to me was that I finally got to spend time with the dear '04 girls! We had so much fun, like mel and I being Tis' bodyguards, and 'escorting' her to her cubicle, locking the guys' out of our Civics venue, and NAT KILLING A TOAD/FROG.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other queries on why I miss IP???&lt;br /&gt;Heck! I'm missing so many stupid, fun and lame stuff that actually made school life &lt;strong&gt;bearable&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes change as subject combinations differ, even the group of people I hang out with is different. Therefore, it is of no surprise when people say I'm different now.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've become a tad more vulgar, and seeing how I hit Lauren on the head because she used the f-word, shows how shocking this is. And I think I'm ruder(is there even such a word?!? sorry. not thinking straight now)... Its all Zhirong's fault. Curse him. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Zhirong reminds me why I'm writing this at bloody 1+am, because I AM SUPPOSED TO DO MY CHEMISTRY PROJECT.&lt;br /&gt;My group is so screwed... and I can't send the bloody thing!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I'll try tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall end this by saying this little speech&lt;br /&gt;In honour of Gladys' and my view on Speech Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for me! Number 10001! Because the first and last numbers equals to 2! It takes 2 hands to clap, so for me to make some noise, I need your vote! I am passionate, and I'm willing to serve this school. I want to make NJ a better place! I want to be your voice! I'm even willing to give myself an analogy that totally makes no sense! I'll be your ez-link card. Something that will always be beside you. Helping you -- by paying your bus fare. I am fun-loving, and I go crazy over ice-cream! I absolutely LOVE gorging! So vote for me, candidate number 10001, for I, will make a difference in YOUR life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S the above speech is not an insult to anyone specific, and details I wrote about myself may or may not be true. Its just a joke like thing, so if I offended anyone in particular, I am terribly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-3319755672509674091?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/3319755672509674091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=3319755672509674091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3319755672509674091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/3319755672509674091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-public-announcement-today-is.html' title='Bimbo and Himbos'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-6993784720060185537</id><published>2007-04-07T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:39:59.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Records and books</title><content type='html'>Weirdly enough, I feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I finished the whole stack of work that I have on the side of my desk, but because I finished choreographing my part. Even though its like a really short part, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of mel, because of both Indian Dance fantastic SYF results (&lt;em&gt;gold with honours + honourable mention!?), &lt;/em&gt;but also on her courage for her operation removing lumpo and beepo!!! I feel so honoured to have such a brave friend. How can I have such a brave friend when I'm so scared of the stupidest things like say, a &lt;strong&gt;beetle? &lt;/strong&gt;.... nevermind. Don't answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, or to be more precise just 5 hours ago &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(its 12:19am now)&lt;/span&gt;, I have found something to motivate me to study more. To cut a long story short, I have to thank my dad for that. I shall therefore swear to cut my time surfing the net by half, and spend this precious amount of time doing something that will actually benefit me in the near future. PLUS, I shall stop daydreaming. Ok. Maybe the daydreaming part seems a tad bit unrealistic.. I'll try to not daydream so much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason why I am writing this in such an ungodly hour (because I have to wake up at 7am tomorrow.. or is it today?) is because I have to remember something. My highscore for solitaire is 8534!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem as an achievement for many, but it is the only time I broke the 8000 mark, so &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK&lt;/strong&gt;. hmph. Therefore, to be so kind as to not stop my euphoria, be happy for me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I shall now promote the book I am currently reading. Its title is, &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;/em&gt;. Basically the story is about this girl, who's husband suffers from some condition that makes his genetic clock reset itself periodically. This book is really moving, and it is worth the read.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhZ1VpAf4zI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7F8HbEx4XU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhZ1VpAf4zI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7F8HbEx4XU/s320/book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050353046788236082" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6993784720060185537?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6993784720060185537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6993784720060185537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6993784720060185537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6993784720060185537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/weirdly-enough-i-feel-accomplished.html' title='Records and books'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhZ1VpAf4zI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7F8HbEx4XU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558456283318982987.post-6810446238632403958</id><published>2007-04-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:10:05.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Emotional</title><content type='html'>I said I hated you. Sorry. It was horrible of me, and I know that no matter what you have done to piss me off, I should not have said that. I am really sorry. SYF is around the corner, and everyone is super busy. Jolynn asked me today why I didn't join syf. I realize that everyone around me are joining art groups to be into the syf, and looking at NJ's past standards, its not difficult to get a reasonable so called 'result. But then look past all of these awards and prizes and stupid things. Why join a cca if you don't really have any interest in it? I would rather join something I really really feel passionate about (despite the huge cliche because its true). But of course, if along the way, you really discover a passion for that particular activity that you're working then I think that joining the cca will definitely be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net and I so this really cool motorbike. Therefore, it shall be my desktop picture till I find something cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhDVElfkQWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KcSe1WVkulI/s1600-h/Harley+Davidson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhDVElfkQWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KcSe1WVkulI/s320/Harley+Davidson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048769457043030370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when time goes by, I really feel that I'm missing out on many things in life. Friends and events passes along like a breeze, no one really stopping to allow the other to catch up with them. I really hope that I do not make the same mistake I've been doing for every year of my past. Not keeping in contact with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a really sociable person, I don't take the initiative to start talking. I'm trying to change that. I really am. &lt;br /&gt;To show my appreciation, I want to dedicate this song to 04. Especially to mel, gladd, nat, jolynn, tis, mer, celle, sam etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrDq-5YgUKA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrDq-5YgUKA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have, sadly and pathetically, not watched Titanic, this is for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558456283318982987-6810446238632403958?l=dancesilently.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/feeds/6810446238632403958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558456283318982987&amp;postID=6810446238632403958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6810446238632403958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558456283318982987/posts/default/6810446238632403958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancesilently.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-emotional.html' title='Feeling Emotional'/><author><name>ownerofthisblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359880656721076356</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/_aIU_YS-uM4w/RhDVElfkQWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KcSe1WVkulI/s72-c/Harley+Davidson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
