<?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-6385824813472612102</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:08:06.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-342781928491657899</id><published>2008-11-25T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:14:00.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will end about me going to Server's Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-342781928491657899?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/342781928491657899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=342781928491657899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/342781928491657899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/342781928491657899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-end-about-me-going-to-servers.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4229781193240606201</id><published>2008-11-24T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:57:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one of operation math-hw</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't manage to finish it today due to my silly distractions. tomorrow's gna be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the sexy judges and I are still going to be meeting up before Server's Night. Either that or I am not sure. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Thunderbirds and I must say it is very refreshing to see Vanessa Anne Hudgens away from the HSM scene. Makes her seem more an actress that way. I have been listing everything and anything I need to buy. And, what I want to do this holiday. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a change in blog URL is at call. I wont ask some people to link me. I wont do my usual link through old blog routine. Unless they ask for my URL and I want to give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN mah laydayes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4229781193240606201?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4229781193240606201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4229781193240606201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4229781193240606201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4229781193240606201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-one-of-operation-math-hw.html' title='day one of operation math-hw'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-177678464959772226</id><published>2008-11-23T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:41:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>level two item's the booyah! (:</title><content type='html'>I think that God is so personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blinking was all it pretty much took to make me speechless. I realised today I was in a pretty horrid mood which was brought to my notice by Pop (of all people). But, I really like my henna drawing on my hand. I think it is really &lt;em&gt;not that simple&lt;/em&gt;. Funny woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination shall not take a hold of me so, this is my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: Finish Ws. 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Go meet sexy judges and Server's Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Finish Ws. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: Finish corrections for Ws 1-3 &amp;amp; PACK for S.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Do corrections for Ws. 4 &amp;amp; S.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: Camp Snuggle &amp;amp; L2 Outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: Service &amp;amp; Meeting (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-177678464959772226?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/177678464959772226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=177678464959772226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/177678464959772226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/177678464959772226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/level-two-items-booyah.html' title='level two item&apos;s the booyah! (:'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-18808101644808227</id><published>2008-11-21T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:34:54.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook gets my vote</title><content type='html'>For being totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I'll be watching Wild Child ( I think ) with some people. I think, this holiday, I have watched more movies than read books. That's a sad little revalation. I feel.. Like deleting my YouTube account. I think, I'll jst make private &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; vodeos again. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare Group! &lt;3 Yay. I can't wait. I watch alot of movies (online &amp;amp; theaters):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister Act&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister Act 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wall.E&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cheetah Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cheetah Girls 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prom/ Prom night (forgot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever After: A Cindarella Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing acheivement, right? I will (amen) start on my work next week. Or this Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-18808101644808227?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/18808101644808227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=18808101644808227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/18808101644808227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/18808101644808227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-gets-my-vote.html' title='Facebook gets my vote'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5091676906358012457</id><published>2008-11-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:35:51.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love DANCE &lt;3 I love God.</title><content type='html'>God is faithful, very faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judgemental habits of people are really very unconsciously displayed. It is hard not to judge another, I suppose. But, I believe that through Christ, &lt;u&gt;all things are possible&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Lian is such a blessing. I can't &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; I talked to her. I mean, not one-on-one, but at least a conversation. I realise now that I haven't been putting God first these days and that should not be the case. I sincerely have faith that by the end of this EOY holiday, I will get closer to God. &amp;amp; Will be ready for the amazing year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Hello" to alot of people. Praise the Lord. Oh, I realised something. Something that I am happy to have realised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have forgiven you. Even though no apology was given. It simply means that I don't judge you any longer about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure about the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5091676906358012457?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5091676906358012457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5091676906358012457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5091676906358012457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5091676906358012457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-dance-3-i-love-god.html' title='I love DANCE &lt;3 I love God.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-8058636814148396279</id><published>2008-11-13T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:14:54.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awooga-ah-ah-awoogah!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be meeting awesome people later, yay. Tomorrow's performance is good, amen! I am so excited. Dance dance dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not question the leadership that's placed above me because that would be unwise. And so, I shall do the duties with all my heart and put every bit in it. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;(I want to re-watch The House Bunny)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8058636814148396279?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8058636814148396279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8058636814148396279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8058636814148396279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8058636814148396279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/awooga-ah-ah-awoogah.html' title='Awooga-ah-ah-awoogah!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7667738090702987344</id><published>2008-11-11T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:35:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for ELENA! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS2c4NcoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xj9guLX_UPc/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191597116519042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS2c4NcoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xj9guLX_UPc/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS2NJXyUI/AAAAAAAAAho/xHCOY5EqyK4/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191592893532482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS2NJXyUI/AAAAAAAAAho/xHCOY5EqyK4/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS1gkdPsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MHH13lmh3XU/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191580927540930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS1gkdPsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MHH13lmh3XU/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TROOOOOOOOOOOOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7667738090702987344?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7667738090702987344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7667738090702987344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7667738090702987344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7667738090702987344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-elena.html' title='Just for ELENA! (:'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SRjS2c4NcoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xj9guLX_UPc/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-3916888312110454558</id><published>2008-11-11T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:31:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just cant keep a second piercing.</title><content type='html'>Samantha &amp;amp; Syafiqah are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally pulled off my earing, and now my second earhole is closing up. NOOOO. I was so set on keeping it! And and, STUPID. I am so pissed that I shall just cry. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for dance. I SHALL RE-PIERCE. I DONT CARE. Can't wait for dance. I want to eat an ice-cream. I WANT TO RE-PIERCE. I want-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, I'm going crazy. Phew, I feel better. I bet anyone that reads this post will just read with absolute awe and wonder on why this post is simply so &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Back to being very poised.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha called me in &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning! So silly. But, yay! They're backkkkk! &lt;em&gt;Ruffles or Ice Cream?&lt;/em&gt; Give me your answers! OH!! Check out my FACEBOOK for the BBBS Camp pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191005794423922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SRjSUCCCVHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yKpSWriCTlo/s320/group6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3916888312110454558?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3916888312110454558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3916888312110454558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3916888312110454558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3916888312110454558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-cant-keep-second-piercing.html' title='I just cant keep a second piercing.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SRjSUCCCVHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yKpSWriCTlo/s72-c/group6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-1895595795482675018</id><published>2008-11-10T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:34:57.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBS, Dg, Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Day Of BBBS Camp '08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I believe that I have impacted every single one of the lives in my group, whether significant or not. Because, they've impacted mine. I shall soon find the photos and post 'em up here, friendster &amp;amp; facebook! (HAHA! I ignored all my notifications. They make my computer lag everytime I log onto facebook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case for Sebastian lah. I kind of nagged at him. &lt;em&gt;It's because I am nice!&lt;/em&gt; But, I am sorry lah. (A bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think, I believe with all my heart, that Agape's slowly, but surely, forming into a family. One that's fun, and godly. One that's going to be a family for a lifetime. Everything's happening so fast, but time will never control me. I control time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that, I have seen the guys in my group change, maturing. I've seen them really portray this &lt;em&gt;man of God&lt;/em&gt; posture. I wouldn't have said this a whole year ago but, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am proud of the guys in my group&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girls, oh man. I love them so much. Sisters in Christ, we are. I saw these lovely ladies become more beautiful each day. They are so faithful &amp;amp; loyal. So constantly growing from glory to glory. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm very sure that this Sisterhood will last, because it is God given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 1st practice session!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level 2's item is super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt. I am not saying why, cos SHERRIE might read my blog and then have even the slightest idea of the item. So, shh! (BAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole item's so creative! And, everyone seems so enthu on participating. I just feel the excitement from home. This is (although not seeming) all thanks to God. I can't wait for the next prac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TROOOOOOOOOOOY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1895595795482675018?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1895595795482675018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1895595795482675018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1895595795482675018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1895595795482675018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/bbbs-dg-sunday.html' title='BBBS, Dg, Sunday!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-861782109815909009</id><published>2008-11-06T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:20:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seemed to go *snaps* just like that.</title><content type='html'>So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bro &amp;amp; Sis Camp is really tiring, but fun. My group members (SLs) are super enthu! And, my little "siblings" are so adorable. Makes you really look back at how fast the years went by. It was just like yesterday I was a primary six kid who'd just fnished taking my PSLE. &lt;strong&gt;Fast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now I am Sec 2. Being promoted into Sec 3, next year. W-o-w. &amp;amp; pretty soon I'd be taking my Os and then, graduating from SQSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the talk, I realised that it never occured to me that there &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; a double up in subjects when I entered Secondary. Serious. It just never dawned on me. Or, made me feel any bit anxious. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday's bowling/shopping agenda: &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS AWESOME! &lt;/strong&gt;Can't y'all tell I had fun? But, serious. Bowling with friends is much better than with parent's connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Dg. I really do! I love my shopping buddies! ( You know who you two are! :D ) I love my parents! I love loving. Ooh, love is in the air! (~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love &lt;u&gt;dancing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-861782109815909009?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/861782109815909009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=861782109815909009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/861782109815909009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/861782109815909009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-seemed-to-go-snaps-just-like-that.html' title='It seemed to go *snaps* just like that.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-9137959998032862808</id><published>2008-11-04T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:50:13.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially missing you</title><content type='html'>I believe I owe: A Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll be posting it up today. Soon. Just a short one, so express my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lol! Right.. Anyways, I have been playing the guitar. I'm learning some songs then I'll post it up on my channel. Soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I hope, my videos become public again. HAHAHAHA! I am happy! (: But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm officially missing Bratz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single of you &lt;u&gt;five&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-9137959998032862808?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9137959998032862808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=9137959998032862808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9137959998032862808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9137959998032862808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially missing you'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3528941417329343433</id><published>2008-11-01T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:29:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YWolwUFH7X/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YWolwUFH7X/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ariesmark/music/9V4tpF0_/automatic_loveletter_parker/"&gt;Parker - Automatic Loveletter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Automatic Loveletter- Parker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was your fire once&lt;br /&gt;you thought of me as your one true love&lt;br /&gt;i got so mad&lt;br /&gt;said things that later I would regret and regret and regret&lt;br /&gt;holding onto my chest and pounding till it turns purple&lt;br /&gt;a breaking bow and the sound of a scream muffled by pillows&lt;br /&gt;so dont so long&lt;br /&gt;and dont farewell&lt;br /&gt;hear me out now i've just begun to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;how i carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i carried it far&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;that theres no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;its a sure given shame of my own&lt;br /&gt;that you dont..&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sworn off blue lips&lt;br /&gt;kiss them warm&lt;br /&gt;with love comes deep dark red&lt;br /&gt;and paper cuts&lt;br /&gt;from letters i re-write explaining how to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;well pictures inspire and songs never tire&lt;br /&gt;and there's always clouds to float upon&lt;br /&gt;saving me best for last&lt;br /&gt;down for keeps up for grabs&lt;br /&gt;we'll play stop and go&lt;br /&gt;but it feels just like freeze tag&lt;br /&gt;so ill see you right&lt;br /&gt;applaud and encore&lt;br /&gt;ill be braver just you wait here till i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;how i carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i carried it far&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;that theres no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;its a sure shame of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im naked once so dont think twice&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;its hard enough to bite my shy&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;hold tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;how i carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i carried it far&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;how i carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i carried it far&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;that theres no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;its a sure given shame of my own&lt;br /&gt;of my own&lt;br /&gt;of my own&lt;br /&gt;its a sure shame of my own&lt;br /&gt;that you dont that you wont remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, there has been a fire that has been re-lit. &amp;amp; I don't think it'll ever be put out ever again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure that whatever I do, it is for a greater purpose. &amp;amp; So, i shouldn't have had lowered myself. How de-grading. That's why it has been deleted. Cos I shouldn't care. (: Cos I am God's beloved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3528941417329343433?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3528941417329343433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3528941417329343433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3528941417329343433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3528941417329343433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/parker.html' title='Parker'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6109808697132444183</id><published>2008-10-31T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:47:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DG Outing no. 1</title><content type='html'>Super fun. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so faithful! Today was hilariously fun! &amp;amp; It was nice talking to Pei Xian on the ride back home. And, the guys are amazing drivers &amp;amp; the girls are &lt;strong&gt;in the making&lt;/strong&gt;. (haha!) &lt;u&gt;Except&lt;/u&gt;, for &lt;strong&gt;Elena&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha! Super Mario Wii &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall buy that! And &lt;em&gt;ray-man&lt;/em&gt; (is it?). How exciting. I would like a red psp as well. &lt;em&gt;Although I wouldn't know what to do with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my DG so much lah. And I thank God I am placed in such a DG. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE A MATH COURSE! YAY.&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/6385824813472612102-6109808697132444183?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6109808697132444183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6109808697132444183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6109808697132444183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6109808697132444183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/dg-outing-no-1.html' title='DG Outing no. 1'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3014224912853705547</id><published>2008-10-27T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:00:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers work.</title><content type='html'>It was your choice, so whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. I can't wait to enter those gates and refresh myself on the basics. I really can't wait! Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;H&lt;/u&gt;e loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3014224912853705547?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3014224912853705547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3014224912853705547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3014224912853705547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3014224912853705547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers-work.html' title='Prayers work.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-885934679093779130</id><published>2008-10-23T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:48:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens with five girls and three elmos?</title><content type='html'>Complete fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a magnificent way to end off the school term. I pray that the fun and joy will continue, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to dance, to perform, to study (?) and to go for camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-885934679093779130?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/885934679093779130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=885934679093779130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/885934679093779130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/885934679093779130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-with-five-girls-and-three.html' title='What happens with five girls and three elmos?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5196997157060681288</id><published>2008-10-21T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:00:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises, they come in every shape and size.</title><content type='html'>Thank you, so much Bratz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, these girls are definately one of a kind. I am simply positively believing in God that the friendships forged with them amazing women will last for eternity. I must admit that my GRATITUDE to them is everflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you BRATZ for planning such an amazing birthday party for me. I love the dress. Most of all, &lt;strong&gt;i love you all&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post up a pic of the dress and the gorgeous card another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say? Yun tulag mo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Someone that I treasure&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pero hindi namin alam kung pinapahalagan mo kame.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Crazy, isn't? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only five months ago, a friendship was made. One that (at that time) could destroy the stereo-typical images formed by society with the analitical factoids they have. But, misundersandings, miscommunication. The paranoid thoughts; ruined this beautiful thing. It hasn't been annihiliated completely, there's still a chance. Still, hope. But, do you all want it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You,&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5196997157060681288?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5196997157060681288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5196997157060681288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5196997157060681288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5196997157060681288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/surprises-they-come-in-every-shape-and.html' title='Surprises, they come in every shape and size.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-8675119379338180536</id><published>2008-10-18T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:25:33.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last moments of being 13.</title><content type='html'>The last few hours, and what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to give a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to Dione, Elena, Jeremiah, Pei Xian and Sebastian! (: Thank you to Ping Chye. Thank you thank youuuuu. I'm so touched. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEE I can't think straight now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8675119379338180536?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8675119379338180536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8675119379338180536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8675119379338180536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8675119379338180536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-moments-of-being-13.html' title='Last moments of being 13.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7349957498792552552</id><published>2008-10-17T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:04:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, it takes time?</title><content type='html'>I liked it. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am wearing green and pink. I find that arrangment &lt;em&gt;uncoordinated&lt;/em&gt;. Never mind, I do not need colour coordinated clothes for God's favour to work.  Isn't that relieving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would care, nor worry about the very near future's circumstances if I was definate that such consequences will never occur. Unfortunately, you have proven nothing to me that it is avoidable. Which thus makes me hesitate proceeding with my attendance to the concert. I hate &lt;em&gt;yun boypren mo&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7349957498792552552?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7349957498792552552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7349957498792552552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7349957498792552552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7349957498792552552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-it-takes-time.html' title='maybe, it takes time?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-1957961413375937805</id><published>2008-10-16T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:51:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't mean it.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean anything! I would not offend people I have been classmates with when I was sec 1! Serious, they have seen me like &lt;em&gt;friggin&lt;/em&gt; transform. From like east to west! (Metaphorically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Sahirah says it is over. So, I don't expect anything to pop up. (Amen!) Oh well, I mean my "sorry"s. I dont abuse the word's power. So, yeah. Bleieve it or not, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Your capable hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1957961413375937805?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1957961413375937805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1957961413375937805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1957961413375937805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1957961413375937805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-mean-it.html' title='i didn&apos;t mean it.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-1194810576405490118</id><published>2008-10-15T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:21:58.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decode me, baby.</title><content type='html'>Let's meet at &lt;em&gt;twilight&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to practice my budding guitar talents this three days. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be writing songs with that guitar. Which reminds me, I need to get another pick. Bosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited for this week. Because, I feel so blithe! There's nothing, absolutely nada, on my hands. And, I am feeling very euphoric for my results. It's all Him, so my effort didn't make the results. Whatever I get, I will be satisfied because it will glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been updating my Xanga blog now. The posts are slightly different than those here. but, you can see my journey. I have a feeling I'll be changing link soon! How exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTMD (tata my darls)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1194810576405490118?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1194810576405490118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1194810576405490118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1194810576405490118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1194810576405490118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/decode-me-baby.html' title='Decode me, baby.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-863517868432184715</id><published>2008-10-13T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:06:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(a) People who got tagged must write the answer on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;The person must say who they tagged by and cannot tag on the tag person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any poor old soul that feels bored&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 . What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Singing &amp;amp; Playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . Do you ever turn your cell phone off ?&lt;br /&gt;Unless it lags. (*breathes* sexy phooown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago. (Watching College Roadtrip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 . Believe in fate / destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Destiny, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 . What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I like the way it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 . Do you carry an umbrella when it rains , or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 . What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Clean sheets &amp;amp; Doggie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 . What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Spandex, &lt;em&gt;joke&lt;/em&gt;. Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alot&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Do you tend to make a relationship complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;What kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . What was the last movie you caught ?&lt;br /&gt;In a cinema: The House Bunny.  (SUPER FUNNY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, being alive &amp;amp; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, anna. Ths is nich frm dare. Cn u send me yng mo's hp number? Thx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . What was the last song you sang out loud ?&lt;br /&gt;This is me by Demi Lovato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Do you have any nicknames ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so dats what u meant." Gosh, sounds sooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;1030pm. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Is anything bugging you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha gna do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . What / who was the last thing / person to make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;College Road Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . Do you wear toe socks ?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I have the awesome intention to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . Who was the last person you missed a call from ?&lt;br /&gt;Pei Xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Have you ever had your heartbroken ?&lt;br /&gt;What's it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Pop, goes the weasel! Not so sure actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Have you ever hone a cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . What is the colour of your room ?&lt;br /&gt;Blue and (thinks) blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 . Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no. Silly question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . Do you believe in the saying of : Talk is cheap ?&lt;br /&gt;Actions are louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 . Who was the last person to lie in your bed ?&lt;br /&gt;My mom. (she's still lying there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 . Who was the last person to hug you ?&lt;br /&gt;Penielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 . Did anyone see that last person you kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . Do you have a life ?&lt;br /&gt;If i didn't i wouldn't be doing this quiz. (strangles laptop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 . Have you ever think someone died , when they really didn't die ?&lt;br /&gt;Dreamnt it, then rebuked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 . What is the reason behind your profile song ?&lt;br /&gt;I like it. Woah, &lt;em&gt;deeeeep&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 . Who was the last person you saw in your dream ?&lt;br /&gt;Pop, goes the weasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 . Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 . Have you changed this year ?&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . What are you listening right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming With A Broken Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . Are you talking to someone when you doing this ?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 . Is there a quote you live by ?&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 . Do you want someone you cannot have ?&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 . Have you ever played an instrument ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 . What was the worst idea you've had in this week ?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 . What are you doing last night at 11pm ?&lt;br /&gt;Reading "The Pact" by Jodi Picoult. (finished, btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 . Are you happy with your love life right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 . What song best describe you love life ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 . Does the person know that you like him / her ?&lt;br /&gt;=.=, I dont like anyone! Pop, goes the weasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 . Who always make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;Myself, anything. BRATZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 . Do you speak other language other then English ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 . Favourite website(S) ?&lt;br /&gt;My blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 . What's your middle name ?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 . What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping &amp;amp; Singing &amp;amp; Playing the guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 . What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Anna Elizabeth (Last Name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 . Who will you choose to die with ?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 . Where have you been today ?&lt;br /&gt;Lot 1. I saw Roy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 . What game do you play often ?&lt;br /&gt;The game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 . Who are you missing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Youuuuuuu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 . If you have to choose between friend &amp;amp; Love , who will you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;Friends are love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 . What are you doing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 . Which primary school are you from ?&lt;br /&gt;YTPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 . Name 3 colour that you like .&lt;br /&gt;Red, purple and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 . What emotion you like to show ?&lt;br /&gt;My emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 . What is your life to you ?&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 . If you have something troubling you , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Tell those I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 . Who did you last chat in msn today ?&lt;br /&gt;Sammitan&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 . Who do you admire most ?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta admit, ANNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 . Which month are you born in ?&lt;br /&gt;October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 . How are you feeling right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 . What is the time now ?&lt;br /&gt;8:02pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 . What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is ?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, spastic &amp;amp; my breastie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78 . What colour did you use to dye hair ?&lt;br /&gt;All natural babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 . Cuz i'm really really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 . What do you do when you're moody ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, be moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 . At which age you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 . Who is more important to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83 . If today is the last day of your life , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 . Who is the person you trust the most ?&lt;br /&gt;God, bratz &amp;amp;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 . Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 . If you have a dream come true , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;That dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 . What is your goal for this year ?&lt;br /&gt;Not for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 . Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 . What feeling do you love most ?&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 . Do you really think its Global Warming now ?&lt;br /&gt;I think the globe is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 . What feeling do you hate most ?&lt;br /&gt;Left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 . Do you cherish every single friendship of yours ?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 . Do you believe in God ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 . Who cares for you most ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont knowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 . What do you think is the most important in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;God &amp;amp; glorifying Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 . What will you bring when you fight ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont like fighting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97 . What have you done regretted doing in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;Something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 . What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you ?&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLEEEEE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 . What if your boyf / girlfriend two-timed you ?&lt;br /&gt;Ask him if he ever wants to have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 . How do you feel now ?&lt;br /&gt;Numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-863517868432184715?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/863517868432184715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=863517868432184715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/863517868432184715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/863517868432184715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-who-got-tagged-must-write-answer.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4809873361810784196</id><published>2008-10-12T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:24:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Disaster</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never stay disappointed with people I've known for a while and am sure that they're good. It is &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; misfortune that we weren't able to contain it. Apparently, manly broding ws much more fun that talking with &lt;strong&gt;wonderful, glorious and amazing girls&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4809873361810784196?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4809873361810784196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4809873361810784196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4809873361810784196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4809873361810784196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-disaster.html' title='Dinner Disaster'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3187060025518159627</id><published>2008-10-11T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:45:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The EOY's are over</title><content type='html'>The exams may be over, but &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship of every genere will go through several misunderstandings &amp;amp; aguements. But what counts is the result: what happens to the relationship afterwards. The decisions that are made, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think priorities need to be made straight, and if it does the same things that happened to me will happen again. And I treasure this one, so, I will pray for it every night when it haunts my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every movement, every action will create ripples of some sort. Sincerity, not penance, is the solution. You &lt;em&gt;maverick&lt;/em&gt;, need to understand that &lt;em&gt;yun manga &lt;/em&gt;attention needs &lt;em&gt;mo, hindi pwede yi &lt;/em&gt;satisfy with &lt;em&gt;ibang lelake.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yun problema mo kung aalis kami sa buhay mo, dba (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i pray no other Filipino reads that and starts spamming me for my outrageous attempt to gain back my fluency in the language. Believe it or not: &lt;strong&gt;I used to be in the first few in class for Tagalog&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well, as I said, &lt;em&gt;believe it or not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3187060025518159627?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3187060025518159627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3187060025518159627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3187060025518159627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3187060025518159627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/eoys-are-over.html' title='The EOY&apos;s are over'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7858178178929235747</id><published>2008-10-10T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:47:43.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Shahirah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SO9qUyDntFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XsFxK1yFrS8/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255536195431543890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SO9qUyDntFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XsFxK1yFrS8/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey babe, know that I will always love you. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EOY's finally over. I do not feel at all anxious, actually quite relieved. I'm now thinking of all the possible movie's I'll be watching online, all the song's I'm going to learn. Oh man, &lt;strong&gt;I am excited&lt;/strong&gt;. I am really going to enjoy myself during my holidays and not let it passby just like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is faithful&lt;/em&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/6385824813472612102-7858178178929235747?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7858178178929235747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7858178178929235747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7858178178929235747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7858178178929235747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-shahirah.html' title='Happy Birthday, Shahirah.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SO9qUyDntFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XsFxK1yFrS8/s72-c/DSC00513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-3776784827663028057</id><published>2008-10-09T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:48:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>I am not a prodigy in the making. (from my restricted view) Bu God still loves me and will prosper me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3776784827663028057?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3776784827663028057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3776784827663028057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3776784827663028057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3776784827663028057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/art.html' title='Art'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6807173855117183286</id><published>2008-10-07T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:07:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three left, &amp; It'll be finished.</title><content type='html'>Just to bring glory to His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sadly, watched away my time watching Atlantis online.  But I really love that movie. Oh! And I would love to watch Anastasia as well. I love 'em old school animations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by my strength, but His.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6807173855117183286?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6807173855117183286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6807173855117183286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6807173855117183286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6807173855117183286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-left-itll-be-finished.html' title='Three left, &amp; It&apos;ll be finished.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6549435773195673454</id><published>2008-10-06T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:30:52.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't need nor want your opinion.</title><content type='html'>Your opinion's nice, but never gna be neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this all on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6549435773195673454?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6549435773195673454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6549435773195673454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6549435773195673454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6549435773195673454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-need-nor-want-your-opinion.html' title='i don&apos;t need nor want your opinion.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6409019994592703601</id><published>2008-10-05T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:12:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SOi7hLbhQHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zP2AMzp06cQ/s1600-h/walkingtoYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253655144005976178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SOi7hLbhQHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zP2AMzp06cQ/s320/walkingtoYou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has me covered. &amp;amp; I do all for His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, well. Dione &amp;amp; Elena should know that I am absolutely ebullient and euphoric of today's proceedings. But, really. I recieved alot. &lt;strong&gt;Believe me&lt;/strong&gt;, unlike some girls out there: I do not judge how much I experience God by the companions I'm with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;By His strength &amp;amp; His alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6409019994592703601?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6409019994592703601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6409019994592703601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6409019994592703601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6409019994592703601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-is-good.html' title='He is good.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SOi7hLbhQHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zP2AMzp06cQ/s72-c/walkingtoYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-4840132821897816062</id><published>2008-10-04T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:21:45.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Sharkboy &amp; Lavagirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SObFCaToMFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8wRofNtMYkc/s1600-h/Dance_by_NaturalBornCreative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253102660586319954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SObFCaToMFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8wRofNtMYkc/s320/Dance_by_NaturalBornCreative.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have this crazy crush on Sharkboy. &amp;amp; I still love dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4840132821897816062?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4840132821897816062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4840132821897816062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4840132821897816062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4840132821897816062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-sharkboy-lavagirl.html' title='I like Sharkboy &amp; Lavagirl'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SObFCaToMFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8wRofNtMYkc/s72-c/Dance_by_NaturalBornCreative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-5307412151976649194</id><published>2008-10-03T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:08:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng &amp; MT P1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SOYZDJJcALI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Db7D8-DSz64/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252913557160067250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SOYZDJJcALI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Db7D8-DSz64/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The race is already won. &lt;em&gt;I am feeling blithe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5307412151976649194?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5307412151976649194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5307412151976649194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5307412151976649194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5307412151976649194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/eng-mt-p1.html' title='Eng &amp; MT P1'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SOYZDJJcALI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Db7D8-DSz64/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-7291250607573261793</id><published>2008-10-02T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:05:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's EOY</title><content type='html'>The final lap, &amp;amp; to end my revision for english;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few days i will be (by God's grace) feeling blithe. Ebullient for the results which, in Jesus name, are testimonies. I proclaim my blessings over myself. There'll be a glimmer in my eyes, giving thanks to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doting and ardent. He never ever forsakes me &amp;amp; won't let me be chagrined. So I put my everything to His opened &amp;amp; capable hands. And I am not let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You Lord, I know You've gone ahead of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7291250607573261793?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7291250607573261793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7291250607573261793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7291250607573261793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7291250607573261793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrows-eoy.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s EOY'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-1219348175786480032</id><published>2008-10-01T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:46:23.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont want it to end, just cos.</title><content type='html'>No, I will not accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cos. Because it simply can't. Because it isn't worth enough a reason. Because, I pray in God's name. Because I got faith. Because it's too precious. Because it is the epitome of foolishness and moronic of a descision. Just cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my day has been fun. I have only one or two math papers left, I THINK. One of the little reason's I secretly (sometimes) do not like holidays, is because I have alot of time to myself. &amp;amp; Thus my brain has very little to do sometimes other than study. So I &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is too scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1219348175786480032?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1219348175786480032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1219348175786480032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1219348175786480032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1219348175786480032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-it-to-end-just-cos.html' title='I dont want it to end, just cos.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3526527608281317977</id><published>2008-09-29T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:31:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not what you say I am.</title><content type='html'>I am not immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it means in the dictionary? &lt;em&gt;Not fully formed or developed.&lt;/em&gt; I'm quite certain I do not fall into that pathetic category. &amp;amp; I am &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for having to tell my best friend something so sad. &amp;amp; That you didn't see that as hard. It was unbearably hard. So I am sorry. OKAY. I am sorry that I am such a bitch. I am sorry that I am wasting time blogging here rather than studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the studying thing was just a suggestion. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU DO. Gosh. I just made what I thought a friendly suggestion. Apparently ya didn't think so. &lt;em&gt;My bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS WHY. I SHALL  JUST.. BAHHHHHHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3526527608281317977?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3526527608281317977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3526527608281317977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3526527608281317977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3526527608281317977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-what-you-say-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m not what you say I am.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5580859129684783057</id><published>2008-09-28T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:07:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldly love never prevails.</title><content type='html'>You snake, you messed with the wrong BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the little miss adventure was really nauseating. I really have a newly found phobia with bus 16. And I will, by all means, try to never ride it again unless 1000000% sure of the outcome. Amen. (Lol) &amp;amp; Sebastian is understanding! Yaye. I had such trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a little side note to any body who wants to play with my BFF's hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; make my babes feel inadequate and scorned, &lt;strong&gt;beware&lt;/strong&gt;. They are all amazing people and they'll only ever deserve a doting lover. FULLSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give You my everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5580859129684783057?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5580859129684783057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5580859129684783057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5580859129684783057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5580859129684783057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/worldly-love-never-prevails.html' title='Worldly love never prevails.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5721798601117309380</id><published>2008-09-25T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:07:03.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of trying.</title><content type='html'>Of alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stand it. I cannot even think of a good enough word or phrase to express my melacholy. It goes beyond ken. My ambivalence to your obscurity. Too affectionate to estrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, here You go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5721798601117309380?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5721798601117309380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5721798601117309380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5721798601117309380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5721798601117309380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tired-of-trying.html' title='I&apos;m tired of trying.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5877771503678324850</id><published>2008-09-24T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:33:06.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNoe1rdgShI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Mjn94HKJcBU/s1600-h/STJY-1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249542223202109970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNoe1rdgShI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Mjn94HKJcBU/s320/STJY-1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply cannot fathom as to what was going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seem to be very ebullient to ostensibly exchange hormonal "causes". I am sure you aren't lugubrious about the garble you thought was sufficient. Just wait, I will curtail your little parade. Hesistate and ponder on your overtly actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The price to pay. You are a delinquent towards the own&lt;em&gt; regla&lt;/em&gt; that you indubitably agreed with. So, I hope that this is successfully goes beyond your ken. But my dearest sympathies to you, love. You are sometimes ever so ostracized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God that He has alreaedy provided me with the patience and unconditional love to suppress my flesh. Cos, you are, kind of a megalomaniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;A rose by anyother name still smells as sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5877771503678324850?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5877771503678324850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5877771503678324850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5877771503678324850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5877771503678324850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/rose.html' title='The Rose.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SNoe1rdgShI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Mjn94HKJcBU/s72-c/STJY-1368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-8922926874532029712</id><published>2008-09-23T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:14:19.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trust issue.</title><content type='html'>Write a book - &lt;strong&gt;When I had to choose between permanent or temporary&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undecent descisions secondary pupils make in their everyday lives. Unnerving, really. A dash of undecifered movements mixed with a flurry of emotion. Equals to the very meaning of your entire world. Without the sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to make use of the wisdom enthroned onto you, or not to. I did okay. Praise the Lord. But it hurts. I am not sure if your soul is too distracted with miscellaneous buisness. In which you start to slowly forget about the priorities that you should start setting straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still baffles me. I cannot fathom a reasonable enough answer to be able to set straight the majority's inquiries onto what has been happening. I've been in similar situations, but apparently, different judges this time. The judge has a greater amount of importance to my life. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother knows best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8922926874532029712?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8922926874532029712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8922926874532029712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8922926874532029712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8922926874532029712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/trust-issue.html' title='The trust issue.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-9108915655277878351</id><published>2008-09-21T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:50:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Performance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO1_fuJ5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/_wRo_CHk_2Y/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469105231406994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO1_fuJ5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/_wRo_CHk_2Y/s200/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO2YCV7lI/AAAAAAAAAfw/86MeYIom5tY/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469111819071058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO2YCV7lI/AAAAAAAAAfw/86MeYIom5tY/s200/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO2rcBbSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cHNAS2WxthI/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469117027052834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO2rcBbSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cHNAS2WxthI/s200/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO3PdeEuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/OwVbSsqVqhY/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469126696800994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO3PdeEuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/OwVbSsqVqhY/s200/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO3r48XJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YNKub44HEFA/s1600-h/DSCN0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469134328224914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO3r48XJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YNKub44HEFA/s200/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfJb3ExI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3GHVobd7-6M/s1600-h/DSCN0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469812274205458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfJb3ExI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3GHVobd7-6M/s200/DSCN0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfauX1_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cwsnvbHDoJU/s1600-h/DSCN0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469816915253234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfauX1_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cwsnvbHDoJU/s200/DSCN0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfly2eHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rhnfpcuoh7o/s1600-h/200920085610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469819886827634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPfly2eHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rhnfpcuoh7o/s200/200920085610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPgLFuEkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0_ffRGahcJw/s1600-h/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469829898080834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SNZPgLFuEkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0_ffRGahcJw/s200/DSCN0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the whole thing, every rehearsal, every practice has been such a journey. It has been my pleasure to dance with such gifted dancers. The talents that God has imposed unto them can impact the world for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown as a person and as a dancer those few practices. All in all, I've grown closer to friends and have made new ones. Praise the Lord for an amazing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye Noel building, &lt;u&gt;for now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-9108915655277878351?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9108915655277878351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=9108915655277878351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9108915655277878351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9108915655277878351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance.html' title='The Performance.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SNZO1_fuJ5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/_wRo_CHk_2Y/s72-c/DSC00376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-686609730215534837</id><published>2008-09-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:35:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance.</title><content type='html'>The last practice, to an awesome performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make it no lie, I am scared. Scared like my hair will stand up in a second scared. I am anxious of the resposes I would get. But, the victory is mine! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayioh sayang, awk tahu siapa aku suka. Mengapa cuba untuk mendapatkan sesuatu yang mustahil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all numb now. Numb. So bring on the drama, I can take it. I believe that the EOYs are going to be a jaw dropping experience for me. &amp;amp; I'll be gettin' ready my pingers to send in a testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't spare Your own son. So, You will freely give me all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-686609730215534837?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/686609730215534837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=686609730215534837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/686609730215534837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/686609730215534837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-dance.html' title='Dance, dance.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-643618071418247863</id><published>2008-09-13T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:34:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love love love dancing.</title><content type='html'>100 sit ups, yesterday. (It still hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? And after that, my friends and I still didn't want dance to end. This really shows how much favour there is with the teacher. Praise the Lord for answering my prayers. He really &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; good. Veryvery good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I'll be going for Dance again! Oh man, I love my timetable. Yesterday's Dg was very enjoyable. Thanks to the remarkably hilarious antics of the guys. (Really, they're men of God. You all just don't realise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay darlings. Till tomorrow. I gotta study THE LIGHT. &lt;em&gt;It's funny, &lt;u&gt;laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak suka awak lah, sayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-643618071418247863?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/643618071418247863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=643618071418247863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/643618071418247863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/643618071418247863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-love-love-dancing.html' title='I love love love dancing.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3961278307166032323</id><published>2008-09-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:12:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not racisist.</title><content type='html'>My eyes are still a bit sore though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sudden outburst due to the unconventional way of &lt;em&gt;advising&lt;/em&gt; was damn redundant. But praise the Lord for my mother. She is definately, &lt;u&gt;one of a kind&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her unexpected reaction to my rantings had taken me aback. I don't think it is rash but, sort of out of the ordinary. But, anyways. &lt;strong&gt;I am not racist&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth can I be someone who is biased against other races but my own when, all low and behold, my clique consists of beautiful ladies who are &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;different race from me&lt;/strong&gt;. So before you start getting your face all up in mine, go get your facts right, bucko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more, I do noooot make racist comments. I do (unfortunately) make nasty and unnessesary comments on appearance. Fine, my bad. But your "advice" had nothing related to that. But, oh-ho-ho, you had to say i was racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-ah-le-tay check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw, you cannot kick me out of the school and back to the Philippines, love. Who the heck do you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most loved person in the whole Earth, &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3961278307166032323?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3961278307166032323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3961278307166032323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3961278307166032323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3961278307166032323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-racisist.html' title='I am not racisist.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6916056737243226664</id><published>2008-09-08T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:26:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of the last term.</title><content type='html'>Hey, you didn't shake my world today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did the usual. I love school (haha, i can say that now). &lt;em&gt;Oh!&lt;/em&gt; I dont know. I want to do a quiz. Anybodehhhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Infatuations are bliss&lt;/u&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6916056737243226664?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6916056737243226664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6916056737243226664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6916056737243226664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6916056737243226664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-last-term.html' title='First day of the last term.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4897697380548302747</id><published>2008-09-06T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:59:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Autum Packing</title><content type='html'>Mooncakes are like, the prettiest things ever. (except for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over me but, today was seriously fun. Today was probably the most times I have ever laughed. (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake packing is very rewarding. Dione and I had like this adrenaline thing going on. The pretty pink metal containers that were decorated with pink swirlies were ever so elegantly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know something else that was so beautifully crafted? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvYjzKsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hewio_xkoSQ/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910960421907138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvYjzKsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hewio_xkoSQ/s200/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adrenalined pumped mooncake packing session, the Almighty's men and women of God made our way to city hall due to the accidental boarding of 16. (HAHAHAHA) And, miraculously, the 10 men of God down-sized to 2. Jeremiah and Sebastian. (AHAHHAHA, why am I laughing!? God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sexy beloveds that went to Changi Airport were Abigail, Dione, Elena, Jeremiah, Sebastian &amp;amp; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvsakLoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OyTLJKIcsTc/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910965751885442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvsakLoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OyTLJKIcsTc/s200/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvpcSmTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fk0P5DZSxtk/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910964953815346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvpcSmTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fk0P5DZSxtk/s200/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvjXeMgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/N1QSY1q_Lvs/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910963322991106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvjXeMgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/N1QSY1q_Lvs/s200/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we simply glorious, amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvxB07wI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OrtJUpOlU3I/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910966990302978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvxB07wI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OrtJUpOlU3I/s200/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Sebastian:&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8ZXmvsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BLej7Avd4fY/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8euHCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xxqWEUm84-4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vwMBiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9DEJplYy8cc/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vgHtaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VdZEnfuNLZY/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8ZXmvsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BLej7Avd4fY/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8euHCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xxqWEUm84-4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vwMBiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9DEJplYy8cc/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vgHtaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VdZEnfuNLZY/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8ZXmvsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BLej7Avd4fY/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8euHCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xxqWEUm84-4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vwMBiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9DEJplYy8cc/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vgHtaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VdZEnfuNLZY/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8ZXmvsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BLej7Avd4fY/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8euHCBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xxqWEUm84-4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKP8vwMBiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9DEJplYy8cc/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrWMaFBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OdzJQcbaarU/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242921886183724050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrWMaFBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OdzJQcbaarU/s200/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Is spiderman there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrf9R-cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/d85T6N3OPqM/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242921888804633026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrf9R-cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/d85T6N3OPqM/s200/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Or there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrJf1OJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IQCGuhsTiuI/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242921882775533714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZrJf1OJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IQCGuhsTiuI/s200/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Maannn, he wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZqw24dFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/coO9fosFqLA/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242921876161328210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SMKZqw24dFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/coO9fosFqLA/s200/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S: Don't worry, you still got me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. COME ON! LAUGH WITH ME MANXZ! IT IS PURE COMEDY. Go check out Madam Dione Chen's blog. She's got another little "comic" thing featuring the guys too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are seriously men of God lah.  wouldnt have even dreamt of saying that like one year ago I think. The glory to glory change is so amazing. Really, all glory to Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talked to you like a real kawan.&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/6385824813472612102-4897697380548302747?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4897697380548302747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4897697380548302747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4897697380548302747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4897697380548302747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-autum-packing.html' title='Mid Autum Packing'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SMKPvYjzKsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hewio_xkoSQ/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-4201425517914702408</id><published>2008-09-05T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:33:13.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ends tonight, it ends tonight.</title><content type='html'>Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my nose so much again today that guess what? &lt;em&gt;It bled&lt;/em&gt;. Yup. I have like, this tissue that has the very speckled with deep red blood drops all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super sorry to The Bratz (those who went for the neoprints). I am really sorry! I sincerely didn't know it was still on! I'll make it up to you all when I have the time. Which btw, I may never have until the end of the end of year exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I am ready to start school again! I am imersed myself in God and dance this whole holiday &amp;amp; I am totally ready to get back in school and kick it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of term 4 is actually pretty much practice and exams. Then, after that would be the end of year hols! Which are the best thing that has ever happened (except for &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow'll be fun! Because I am there. And I will impact the lives of people direct or inderectly. &amp;amp; whether ya like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; nope, I really dont rindu awak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4201425517914702408?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4201425517914702408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4201425517914702408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4201425517914702408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4201425517914702408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-ends-tonight-it-ends-tonight.html' title='It ends tonight, it ends tonight.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-626143504792337883</id><published>2008-09-04T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:25:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before everything today</title><content type='html'>Before I go and bathe &amp;amp; get ready for dance, let me say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all my experiences, I personally think that you are the most redundant one I ever experienced. Because, you are making me loose myself and what form of emotion that's supposed to be good allows oneself to be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It obviously shows the amount of importance I give to you. &amp;amp; That's not good. Perhaps this post is just another evidence to show how much you mean to me but that won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have changed your life though. I wish I could have been at least a best friend or a close one. But, I dont think I really want that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to Pei Xian and now I agree. Her engagement to Thomas is so beautiful. really, it is. The glory that eludes from them and the sincerity of their love for each other &lt;em&gt;wows&lt;/em&gt; me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye. ( it'll take a while but, it'll be worth it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS FOR &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how arrogant you were! What a blinded perosn. You don't even realise who you are messing around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked back, oh man! What a big big big mistake it was! The arrogance and deception was so obvious and I was just dumb and momentarily blinded to fall for it. Thank God I was able to get my roots up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos It was so obvious you weren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to get ready now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-626143504792337883?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/626143504792337883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=626143504792337883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/626143504792337883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/626143504792337883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-everything-today.html' title='Before everything today'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6321718716153476945</id><published>2008-09-03T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:04:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying &amp; Dance.</title><content type='html'>I learnt a Brazilian martial art. Now, who can go around saying that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5u-EM6AhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0rIW8kGA3Xk/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241749028864655890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5u-EM6AhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0rIW8kGA3Xk/s200/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5u-SvLOeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0LPKnhpRG5s/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241749032766487010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5u-SvLOeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0LPKnhpRG5s/s200/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uvibrwAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FXK-FllkuG4/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748779281661954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uvibrwAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FXK-FllkuG4/s200/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uv04FIjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/r6EwmWk6WN4/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748784232604210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uv04FIjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/r6EwmWk6WN4/s200/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uv6TI0dI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VO49j6NxxQw/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748785688269266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uv6TI0dI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VO49j6NxxQw/s200/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uwBmM37I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f99ZUKNoq4M/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748787647274930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uwBmM37I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f99ZUKNoq4M/s200/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uwSBbDfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G8aWe4LWiVo/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241748792056417778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SL5uwSBbDfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G8aWe4LWiVo/s200/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6321718716153476945?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6321718716153476945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6321718716153476945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6321718716153476945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6321718716153476945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/studying-dance.html' title='Studying &amp; Dance.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SL5u-EM6AhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0rIW8kGA3Xk/s72-c/DSC00283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-2430514183083873912</id><published>2008-09-01T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:00:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm talkin' bout love&lt;br /&gt;All my girls stand in a circle and clap your hands this is for you&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs highs and lows no matter what you see me through&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend he don't answer on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where the hell he goes&lt;br /&gt;But all my girls we're in a circle and nobody's gonna break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Im talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout love, say you'll be my girls for life&lt;br /&gt;Girls for life&lt;br /&gt;Oh hold up, I need another one&lt;br /&gt;I think you, you do too&lt;br /&gt;Grab my bag, got my own money&lt;br /&gt;Don't need any man in this room&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend he'll be calling me now anytime&lt;br /&gt;I need all my girls to keep him off my mind&lt;br /&gt;So hold up we need another one&lt;br /&gt;What we got is all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,LO&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout love&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout love&lt;br /&gt;Love is an energy, love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Love is meant to be true&lt;br /&gt;Love is a part of me, love is the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best thing we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rest against this cold, hard wall&lt;br /&gt;Will you pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;Will you criticize me as I sit and cry?&lt;br /&gt;I had fought so hard and thought that all my battles had been won&lt;br /&gt;Only to find the war has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough?&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out, and start again&lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough?&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my weakness for an hour make me suffer for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyway to be made whole again?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm healed,renewed, and find forgiveness find the strength I've never had&lt;br /&gt;Will my scars forever ruin all God's plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough?&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out, and start again&lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough?&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my life into his hands and it turned it all around&lt;br /&gt;In my most desperate circumstance&lt;br /&gt;It's there I've finally found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That You are strong enough&lt;br /&gt;That You are pure enough&lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out and start again&lt;br /&gt;That You are brave enough&lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Thank You for my chance to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2430514183083873912?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2430514183083873912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2430514183083873912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2430514183083873912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2430514183083873912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5060403683804273239</id><published>2008-09-01T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:55:07.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of the hols.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I can make a friggin' good book out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'll be going out for Curch Dance. Hoorah. Lately, my dreams have been so interesting and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4km run the happened on Friday (29/8) was fulfilling. I got about 12th position I suppose. Good enough, but if the run does happen again next year, I'll be aming for top ten! Yahoo. Hopefully I have found a skin nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bratz ): &amp;amp; a few other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5060403683804273239?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5060403683804273239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5060403683804273239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5060403683804273239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5060403683804273239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-one-of-hols.html' title='Day one of the hols.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2903427750937753669</id><published>2008-08-30T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:52:52.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking to You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLjD4Zsz91I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B6lDcASWvjI/s1600-h/walkingtoYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240153540184504146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLjD4Zsz91I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B6lDcASWvjI/s200/walkingtoYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the week be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See if I am one of the survivors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2903427750937753669?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2903427750937753669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2903427750937753669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2903427750937753669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2903427750937753669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-to-you.html' title='Walking to You.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SLjD4Zsz91I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B6lDcASWvjI/s72-c/walkingtoYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-6522337484226341791</id><published>2008-08-28T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:51:45.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers Day (Early)</title><content type='html'>To be able to fully appreciate a teacher's blessings, is usually to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longman's Handy Learner's Dictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, the definition of a teacher is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; person who teaches, esp as a job.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the rebellious tenagers that we are, resentment fills our hearts most of the time when the subject of teachers, schooling and studying are used. I wonder why. The bizzar rituals I do sometimes just not to go to school on that day are simply hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can force myself to over sleep or (if I am feeling cheeky) I would turn off my parent's and my phone's alarms. So that the whole family over sleeps! It does work sometimes, but the the very minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, every year that I go through, a teacher always strikes my perserverance to attend school religiously. But, there have been years were the teacher's were simply, to the utmost dull. However, I do carry in mind that those years were in my primary education life. So that meant I practically did not commiuncate with the teachers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (almost) past two years in Shu Qun, I have been struck by teachers who had the X-Factor. They are the teachers that kept the lessons fun and entertaining. What a pleasure it really was to be able to be taught by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were able to open up to us student, even revealing some of the love lives to us. (They are very entertaining.) In my opinion, I would prefer it if the teacher won't categorise us into stereotypes. The jocks, the "cheerleaders", the ah lians, the ah bengs, the minahs and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lives played out by the students in and out of school usually differ a relatively significant amount. The amount of problems faced by some students of this generation always never fails to shock me. But perhaps some of it's simply &lt;strong&gt;conjured up by the raging hormones racing through the adolescent bodies of theirs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I really came to notice that teachers do have their fair share of ups and downs and we shouldn't blame them for being so strict and abrupt. Their experience obviously had led them to know what's right and wrong. Who are we to challenge their wisdom (accumulated in years)? Unless you've been blessed with God's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day is coming soon. But schools are celebrating them this week. My school did. We've been saying our goodbyes to so many teachers. I cried for them and I have had my share of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be able to fully appreciate the teachers, but albeit I am trying now, I think the full results will show when I collect my Os. Till then teachers, patience and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GodBlessYou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6522337484226341791?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6522337484226341791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6522337484226341791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6522337484226341791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6522337484226341791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-teachers-day-early.html' title='Happy Teachers Day (Early)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3041676930167323116</id><published>2008-08-27T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:27:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvS0hNiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yx-6_LAQWiM/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239141833021404706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvS0hNiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yx-6_LAQWiM/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvg9JWWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hlijeVoO6oU/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239141836815685986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvg9JWWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hlijeVoO6oU/s200/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvycCwiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OlVGyfUtQlM/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239141841508680226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvycCwiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OlVGyfUtQlM/s200/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever so once in a while, a teacher comes and impacts your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The undeserved patience and the presence that she eludes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know she's got the X-factor every teacher should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Then, you let her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3041676930167323116?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3041676930167323116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3041676930167323116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3041676930167323116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3041676930167323116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s hard to say goodbye.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SLUrvS0hNiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yx-6_LAQWiM/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-8395048444192660594</id><published>2008-08-22T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:41:21.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just believing, again.</title><content type='html'>I am so happy that I learn malay. (So I have another release from my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst actors in the century. &lt;strong&gt;CENTURY&lt;/strong&gt;. You all can go back against your word. I am just rellying on God. You all keep saying as if it's my effort, but wake up to reality that it isnt mine. All God. So when I do get my results, all the glory goes to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll always make a way of escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just believe &amp;amp; have faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8395048444192660594?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8395048444192660594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8395048444192660594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8395048444192660594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8395048444192660594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-believing-again.html' title='I&apos;m just believing, again.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2725616092115603204</id><published>2008-08-18T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:26:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History, and deja vu baby.</title><content type='html'>My condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana man &amp;amp; Spongebob are crying because Samantha made them kiss each other. Yup, kiss. Sad. They're brothers! How can such an anatomy happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get to know Humairah more, today. That's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, i do believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2725616092115603204?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2725616092115603204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2725616092115603204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2725616092115603204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2725616092115603204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-and-deja-vu-baby.html' title='History, and deja vu baby.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2455178981994827871</id><published>2008-08-15T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:39:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="pimp myspace with Gickr" href="http://gickr.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="avatars myspace with Gickr" src="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_e63e7a02-bc91-d9d4-b9ed-26997dc91445.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's worse than jealousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel the pride that I don't own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told samantha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're the person I can't hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2455178981994827871?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2455178981994827871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2455178981994827871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2455178981994827871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2455178981994827871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-291092888313928961</id><published>2008-08-12T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:25:07.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feels like it.</title><content type='html'>English and Mother Tongue over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want the class tee. I am very happy that it has re surfaced once again. Woohoo! Go 2a. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels like watching a Deja Vu movie.&lt;/em&gt; (So that means you'll soon crumble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern dance has a performance on the 23rd Aug! How exciting. Really. So, I enjoyed my time with Dione. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Hamidah! &lt;em&gt;Gte away from me lah!&lt;/em&gt; Lol! Samantha, &lt;em&gt;Jerome rocks&lt;/em&gt;. Humairah, &lt;em&gt;pictures!&lt;/em&gt; Shahirah, &lt;em&gt;I slap my face!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Syafiqah, &lt;em&gt;what's wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ouch&lt;/span&gt;, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, Gby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-291092888313928961?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/291092888313928961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=291092888313928961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/291092888313928961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/291092888313928961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-feels-like-it.html' title='Just feels like it.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-9197732882790356352</id><published>2008-08-09T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:27:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret Love</title><content type='html'>I'm not thinking about unnecessary things anymore. &lt;em&gt;Not worth it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the guy haunting who'd been haunting my dreams twice, face to face, is scary like hell. Serious. Calling out my name, I feel the &lt;em&gt;passe&lt;/em&gt; tingles electrify the very core. What can I say? &lt;em&gt;I've missed you.&lt;/em&gt; Come back&lt;strong&gt; soon&lt;/strong&gt;, eh? I am praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Come and tell me. I thought, and you thought another. I love dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-9197732882790356352?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9197732882790356352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=9197732882790356352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9197732882790356352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9197732882790356352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-secret-love.html' title='My Secret Love'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5408770894460576431</id><published>2008-08-08T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:24:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm still thinking</title><content type='html'>YouTube. God, ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of putting a video of me singing. I already made and editted the video. I am just hesitating on uploading it. I need BRATZ and &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; opinion! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, how are you? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, by the way, did you catch the part where I loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,a mini movie marathon at Syafiqah's place. &lt;strong&gt;Loveloves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;3 Nanny McPhee, Made Of Honour, (a little) Red Line and Brraaatttzzz&lt;3! One day, Bratz'll be making our own movie! Amen. And it'll be a blockbuster honey. I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think of anything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5408770894460576431?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5408770894460576431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5408770894460576431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5408770894460576431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5408770894460576431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-im-still-thinking.html' title='Well, I&apos;m still thinking'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4279761816333151146</id><published>2008-08-06T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:55:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar strings and little things</title><content type='html'>My gosh. Replay mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did 80 sit ups today. I didnt recognise my phone and my splits are getting better. (I hope) For art, my Parrot's so ridiculously misshapen but I shall edit it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, i forgot!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;imissyou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo (times a billion)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4279761816333151146?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4279761816333151146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4279761816333151146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4279761816333151146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4279761816333151146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/guitar-strings-and-little-things.html' title='Guitar strings and little things'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-8930503224421259489</id><published>2008-08-04T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:34:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube stardom, here I come!</title><content type='html'>Samantha, send me that awesome video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just peeled off this black tape thing from my nose. It is to get ride of my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;heads. Gosh, my nose feels like it's on fire. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied today! Yippee for me. Tomorrow, I shall do file duty. I dont know what to do. I hope I dont look like an idiot. I am always intimidated by all these itty-bitty stuff. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon put up my YouTube account and be posting videos. Hopefully it'll get off to having no assholes comment. But oh well! I love Bratz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TyJesus&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8930503224421259489?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8930503224421259489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8930503224421259489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8930503224421259489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8930503224421259489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/youtube-stardom-here-i-come.html' title='YouTube stardom, here I come!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7019844469564991667</id><published>2008-07-31T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:50:11.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the tie.</title><content type='html'>Well, I got the prefect tie already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sincerely touched by Bratz (those who came) who like, screamed like idiots. And Marucs, and Ym. I mean, they claimed that they screamed. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy size 40 uni. So that I'll feel more comfortable whilst wearing the tie. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels so crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I dont know what I did to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're gonna hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then do it quickly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'm tired of cryin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you dont want to stick around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, forget about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the flower in my file. It is so pretty! In a &lt;strong&gt;dead-but-has-that-thing-which-says-i-was-once-alive&lt;/strong&gt; kind of way. It is a pretty red flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And talk for hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ooh i like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I like how you make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ooh I like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ooh I like how you make me feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7019844469564991667?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7019844469564991667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7019844469564991667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7019844469564991667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7019844469564991667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-with-tie.html' title='Fun with the tie.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2179824090933323686</id><published>2008-07-29T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:15:59.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EtagCol</title><content type='html'>I picked them up, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am stubborn as hell.&lt;br /&gt;But, that's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2179824090933323686?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2179824090933323686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2179824090933323686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2179824090933323686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2179824090933323686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/etagcol.html' title='EtagCol'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4751271034341459123</id><published>2008-07-26T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:00:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIlly me.</title><content type='html'>Mahal ko pa ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'll be off with my parents, devotingly supporting them by the side lines as they roll 14kg (or so) balls trying to knock down white pear shaped pins. Come on, who doesn't want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to with hold my scream as a prodded on back home when Coach Shanti smsed that the practice was cancelled. (scream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that meant I got to rest and gear up for tonight's drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a chorus and a bridge. I never really intended on writing lyrics but, i just felt like penning down something or else the sudden pour down of inspiration would be lost. And that would have been such such such a waste, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my splits, worked on my demi-points. I feel &lt;em&gt;gooood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4751271034341459123?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4751271034341459123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4751271034341459123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4751271034341459123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4751271034341459123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/silly-me.html' title='SIlly me.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3949478678460068086</id><published>2008-07-25T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:59:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Balloon Deflates</title><content type='html'>I love the Bratz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me feel like a balloon being infalted and about to be set of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, all you did was poke a hole and deflated me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partially my fault for believing such whims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such idiotic whims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silly me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;istilllikeyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Hamidah, loveloveloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XoXo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3949478678460068086?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3949478678460068086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3949478678460068086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3949478678460068086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3949478678460068086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/balloon-deflates.html' title='The Balloon Deflates'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-9169654002781040797</id><published>2008-07-24T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:24:22.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a jealous girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm a jealous girl,&lt;br /&gt;My face's turning green.&lt;br /&gt;Every colour you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;So watch on out.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm coming for you.&lt;br /&gt;He is mine not yours too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Today I went out with the bratz and totally vandelised the Expressions Wall in the Jurong Library with "Bratz". &lt;3 We were just habing clean fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall soon write the whole song out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been editing my photos. All my friendster photos have been edited. Haha. Woo. nice, it is worth looking at darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Anna; Bratz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-9169654002781040797?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9169654002781040797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=9169654002781040797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9169654002781040797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9169654002781040797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-jealous-girl-my-faces-turning-green.html' title='I&apos;m a jealous girl.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-1071860419219182689</id><published>2008-07-18T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:30:53.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etagloc [:</title><content type='html'>Really lah. Let me just spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl who dances. I am in my Modern Dance crew in school. I love it. I love Farah, our current Dance Coach. She scolds but she's nice right after that, so she's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Science and English. I look forward to school cos of my beoved Clique, &lt;strong&gt;The Bratz&lt;/strong&gt;. We are the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 7 Things I Like About You&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your hair, your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your old levis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we kiss i'm hypmotized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me laugh, you make me cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's both I've gta buy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hand in mine when we intertwine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with the boy I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mahal ko ikaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1071860419219182689?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1071860419219182689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1071860419219182689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1071860419219182689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1071860419219182689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/etagloc.html' title='Etagloc [:'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2002775392632875810</id><published>2008-07-18T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:59:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICTgcBkdCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EdQ9PjP1NH8/s1600-h/Editoh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337753237648418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICTgcBkdCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EdQ9PjP1NH8/s200/Editoh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICTg16ekQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/taHBulvHJlY/s1600-h/editooooo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337760187224322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICTg16ekQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/taHBulvHJlY/s200/editooooo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThHiBDdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1aA5uZQhXA4/s1600-h/brrraaatzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337764916465106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThHiBDdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1aA5uZQhXA4/s200/brrraaatzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThnAlvKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zOGDOoJzoFY/s1600-h/Annaaaaaaa03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337773366197410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThnAlvKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zOGDOoJzoFY/s200/Annaaaaaaa03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThvIxWYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7c-uXweguds/s1600-h/bff04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224337775547996546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICThvIxWYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7c-uXweguds/s200/bff04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love lovez&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suddenly don't feel like going to church leh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Zomg&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2002775392632875810?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2002775392632875810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2002775392632875810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2002775392632875810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2002775392632875810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos.html' title='Photos.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SICTgcBkdCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EdQ9PjP1NH8/s72-c/Editoh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-949769366430822239</id><published>2008-07-17T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:06:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colgate, Brush Yaw Teeth!</title><content type='html'>2 more &lt;strong&gt;Bratz&lt;/strong&gt; to go babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, my forever wishes of longevity to your relationships bitches! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny (The chio one) was soo adorable. She is way too demure. Way too demure. I miss her! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-949769366430822239?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/949769366430822239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=949769366430822239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/949769366430822239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/949769366430822239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/colgate-brush-yaw-teeth.html' title='Colgate, Brush Yaw Teeth!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2092146555491671050</id><published>2008-07-13T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:36:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dg/Dance/Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Xian's birthday! 25 years young, amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for alwyas being there for all of us. Thank you for listening and understanding. Thank you for being a great leader and friend. I always thank God for putting you in my life. You have impacted it so so so much. I pray your wedding goes well and that the next xhapter of your life is more fruitful each passing year. God Bless You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "secret" birthday celebration was the funnest thing I have ever done. (Or can remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Elena and Jeremiah most likely were the worst actors in history. (The button thing, lol, blur Jeremiah) But it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake, flowers and card, were simply a &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt; showcase of our gratefullness. Dg was so enjoyable time simply passed by. Mnay more dgs like this to come, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Woo~ My whole body's still aching, although the whole thing passed a day ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern piece was so beautiful. It was definately &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; pleasure to learn and dance to it. Praise the Lord lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Church&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's preaching was so worth lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dione's braces are pretty(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2092146555491671050?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2092146555491671050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2092146555491671050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2092146555491671050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2092146555491671050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/dgdancechurch.html' title='Dg/Dance/Church'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5195536061847418733</id><published>2008-07-08T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:26:05.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-choo!</title><content type='html'>The world's spinning around and I am falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been execpionally sleepy for me. And Hamidah. (Chuckles) Tomorrow's time-table would actually be a blessing. Box-head, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I chatted with Hamidah. It was nice (: I finally got a one-on-one chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new tenants in my house are actually quite the adorable type. They seem nice. And, haven'r given me any reason to really riot against their stay here. It's just, I have to use my parent's bathroom to pee/poo. The other change is that, I am almost never alone now. &lt;strong&gt;It feels so different&lt;/strong&gt;. But, I still wouldnt mind having a little sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making a &lt;u&gt;new&lt;/u&gt; facebook account. My current one's too annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Of Love is &lt;em&gt;the love&lt;/em&gt;. I seriously recommend it to anyone who needs their daily dose of romance. The plot seems like any other Korean/Japan Drama, but it is &lt;strong&gt;still worth it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for "Beaking Dawn" to be published. It'll be on August. How exciting. Silly Elena, you've got me addicted to Twighlight, New Moon &amp;amp; Eclipse (which I just finished last last night.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging about &lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously pissed. I feel like I am not learning anything yet! It is so annoying! Last year, at least first few lessons, there was the introduction on Mountains, Plain etc. But all I know now are how many babies I am pprobabably gonna have &amp;amp; Urban/Rural (&lt;u&gt;which I already have learnt last year&lt;/u&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. (Rolls Eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't blame me for having spent a longer period of time here that you have. My english would be bound to be much better wouldn't it? So don't you go rolling your eyes at me. They just migh pop out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deadly intoxicated. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5195536061847418733?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5195536061847418733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5195536061847418733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5195536061847418733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5195536061847418733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-choo!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-1583012676492526505</id><published>2008-07-04T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:04:42.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever lah.</title><content type='html'>Anyways! I know you all missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating to much nowadays. I simply do not have the &lt;em&gt;inspiration &lt;/em&gt;to blog. But i have been very entertained by awesome babes. &lt;strong&gt;Bratz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be heading for DARE! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can see everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-1583012676492526505?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1583012676492526505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=1583012676492526505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1583012676492526505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/1583012676492526505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatever-lah.html' title='Whatever lah.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-8775176330147622098</id><published>2008-06-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:56:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>Kelaka. Faded, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8775176330147622098?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8775176330147622098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8775176330147622098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8775176330147622098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8775176330147622098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4698821030007985850</id><published>2008-06-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:31:44.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, baby, dance!</title><content type='html'>Imagine, just imagine. If I actually said yes. (zomg, hah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just speculating whether I should even do the quiz. Y'all would know me more! Isn't that fulfilling? &lt;u&gt;Nah&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin: &lt;u&gt;Oh, I didnt know you read blogs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That defeats the purpose of blogs right? God. Lol. That is pure comedy. [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4698821030007985850?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4698821030007985850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4698821030007985850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4698821030007985850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4698821030007985850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-baby-dance.html' title='Dance, baby, dance!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6780555323318988222</id><published>2008-06-24T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:59:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz, darn them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;[1] Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: God. o.o&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Hamster, which died.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: Few months after I was born.&lt;br /&gt;First crush: That guy in my Elementary school in the Philippines. Super hot.&lt;br /&gt;First cd: Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;First car: Toys?&lt;br /&gt;First stuffed animal: I dont know. This funny bunny, which is pink.&lt;br /&gt;First love: God.&lt;br /&gt;First place called home: The Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage: Iced Milo.&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: Sunday Night.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: LYH.&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to: Yo (Excuse Me Miss).&lt;br /&gt;Last bubble bath: Ej3. (it was a failed attempt.)&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried: Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Instant noodle (mee goreng).&lt;br /&gt;Last bad thing you did: Said the "F" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] have you evers&lt;br /&gt;dated one of your best friends: Uh.&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: No, never will.&lt;br /&gt;sknny-dipped: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;been on a limo: Hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;been cheated: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;been in love: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;been in a car accident: Never.&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone: Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Things you are wearing&lt;br /&gt;Black shirt &amp;amp; fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Things you have done today&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Favourite things&lt;br /&gt;If you want abstract; one of it's the way I feel when I look at my class with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] People you tell almost everything to, anyone who bothers to listen&lt;br /&gt;God, Sammitan, Dione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Choices&lt;br /&gt;Live or die: I won't die.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets or chocolates: Chocolates lorh!&lt;br /&gt;Swim or run: Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Things you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;Everything. I wanna know every romantic story there is. I wanna see every romance flick with my bffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Things you regret&lt;br /&gt;Primary 4. SO many things, Lord, thank you for forgiving me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammitannnnnn. Stupid quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6780555323318988222?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6780555323318988222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6780555323318988222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6780555323318988222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6780555323318988222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-quiz-darn-them.html' title='Another quiz, darn them!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-106786436377432757</id><published>2008-06-24T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:31:14.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear daddy, i love you;</title><content type='html'>I love my papa. and Abba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the feeling of typing.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two malay dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;3. My keyboard is black.&lt;br /&gt;4. My shared laptop's black and grey.&lt;br /&gt;5. My doggie's been with me since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the smell of books.&lt;br /&gt;7. When I hear an old song (eg. Girlfriend) I feel nostalgic. And I smile. And feel happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;8. When I look at the sky, my first thought is about love.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love baking with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am officially scared of going to macs. (je)&lt;br /&gt;12. Flowers remind me of my P1-2 memories.&lt;br /&gt;13. I group my msn contacts to online and offline categories.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have had 2 past blogs.&lt;br /&gt;15. The main genre of books a borrow are romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have read New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;17. My smiles have different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't have dimples, no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm getting braces soon.&lt;br /&gt;20. My family's good-looking. (It runs in the family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What do you think? A bit harder right? [: I'll post my answers at my Xanga Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-106786436377432757?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/106786436377432757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=106786436377432757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/106786436377432757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/106786436377432757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-daddy-i-love-you.html' title='Dear daddy, i love you;'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7440718118475667666</id><published>2008-06-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:52:39.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down with me.</title><content type='html'>Quizies makes me busies. ( Dance is aweesoome )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;a href="http://the-reaper-adelynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adelynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;she is convinced that I just gotta do the following two quizes so, sit back and get to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;#- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;#- I wanna dance.&lt;br /&gt;3. What will you be doing at 6pm?&lt;br /&gt;#- It's pass that time. (Haha! Too bad.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;#- No. It's such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;5. How's it like to hold a teddy bear's hand?&lt;br /&gt;#- Soft. And exciting.&lt;br /&gt;6. Will you go for plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;#- Never. Hear me? &lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. What are the impossible things you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;#- I want to be able to repeat "hawak yun kamaynya" moment.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your darkest secret?&lt;br /&gt;#- I cant see it, too dark.&lt;br /&gt;9.Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;#- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. What if your crush asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;#- Ask him if he is not on drugs. And say, "Took you long enough."&lt;br /&gt;11. What will you do when you feel bored?&lt;br /&gt;#- I kiss my doggie and say,"I love you" to it.&lt;br /&gt;12. What 3 words would you use to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;#- Anna. Elizabeth. Isip.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;#- Yeah. Sad to loose one.&lt;br /&gt;14. What do I hate most about my life?&lt;br /&gt;#- How redundant.&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above and replace it with your own.Tag 11 people, list them down at the end of the post.Notify them in their chatbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next and last quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;Five. Get 5 others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I have held a tedy bear's hand before.&lt;br /&gt;2)I love my doggie.&lt;br /&gt;3)I have only one pair of FBTs ):&lt;br /&gt;4)I have one sibling.&lt;br /&gt;5)I have four earholes.&lt;br /&gt;6)I have three pairs of school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;7)I am in Modern Dance.&lt;br /&gt;8)My current handphone's Nokia 5300 Express Music.&lt;br /&gt;9)I was born in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;10) Both my parents are Philipinos.&lt;br /&gt;11)I entertain myself by laughing at those pitiful souls at So You Think You Can Dance.&lt;br /&gt;12)My pencil cases suffer from menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;13)I am a eurasian vice chairwoman.&lt;br /&gt;14)I learnt ballet until I was P5.&lt;br /&gt;15)I come from a family line of teachers, architechs, engineers and a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the answers? Bahaha. End of post then I shall reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DG bbq was quite enjoyable. I managed to take back home a bottle of chilli and a bottle of ketchup. Oh! Not to mention the bee hoon filled container. Many thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level 2 babes dance thing was gah-wow-some. Shalom is the flexi-mama. But Elena's my flexi-mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was goo-hood. Better than I could had expected. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I have only one pair of FBTs ): - Haha! Bs. I have two, and many more to come![Amen]&lt;br /&gt;4)I have one sibling. - Uh, come on lah! I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;5)I have four earholes. - My second hooles both closed up. Now I am back to two.&lt;br /&gt;8)My current handphone's Nokia 5300 Express Music. - That stupid phone's gone, bye.&lt;br /&gt;9)I was born in Singapore. - This, haha, is just plain retarded. If you got this wrong, you dont know me at all. I was born in the majestical Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Change is good, yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7440718118475667666?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7440718118475667666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7440718118475667666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7440718118475667666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7440718118475667666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/sit-down-with-me.html' title='Sit down with me.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5516471256672044404</id><published>2008-06-18T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:41:25.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Tomorrow! I love you, tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>You're always a day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the DG bbq, with 5 special guests. I hope there'll be a arm wrestling challenge again! And I pray to God that He gives me stregnth from &lt;em&gt;within&lt;/em&gt;. ( I sound hilarious )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5516471256672044404?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5516471256672044404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5516471256672044404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5516471256672044404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5516471256672044404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-tomorrow-i-love-you-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, Tomorrow! I love you, tomorrow.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2395933194666377111</id><published>2008-06-15T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:23:26.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like books</title><content type='html'>I seriously want Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays I was actually planning on dragging an unsuspecting Dione or parent to NUM to buy my Havanas. Maybe this next saturday/sunday instead. I'll now persuade myself not to procrastinate on getting my beloeved papa's Father's Day prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if any kind soul &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; get me Twilight, please don't let me suffer by wondering what happens to the characters by not getting me the rest of the series. Hah. I know y'all love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastie's overseas ( &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;, -.- ) and I'm stuck at home with a serious case of "dragon-throat-sciousis". it's not that rare (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melmel, pop's like a teddy beear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms ache from challenging the men of God from my level to Arm Wrestling! Well, only DD, ,Matthew &amp;amp; Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand a rematch. ( but i dont know if their egos can handle the immense defeat. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2395933194666377111?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2395933194666377111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2395933194666377111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2395933194666377111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2395933194666377111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-books.html' title='I like books'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2830351621327072473</id><published>2008-06-10T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:23:54.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br /&gt;Even I dont know. Why should I tell you? They know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, where to start? The whole's world's salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What food do you like?&lt;br /&gt;I like food. ( wth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favourite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is, when the sun goes down and the sky turns a lovely shade of pink and lilac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give you an honest answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved. When you are loved, you cant help but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, jealous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything that made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Ya-duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you prefer? archuleta or cook?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Secretly attached, huh. Well, okay. The guy's loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you like to confess to someone you love by yourself, or through your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I have said this once, " I dont do the confessing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;God, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Elena:&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful woman of God. Loves coffee. Loves me (haha). Loves God. Loves Bugis Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. kim jaejoong, david archuleta, ken'ichi matsuyama, david cook, jay chou: pick the HANDSOMEST.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS! (pop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;I go around screaming, "Pop goes the weasel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What toothpaste brand are you currently using?&lt;br /&gt;Colgate. Zomg, so cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How would you rate the perfection of your life now?&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;I like friends. (wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Which is currently your favorite boyband/singer or whatever&lt;br /&gt;I like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the next 12 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2830351621327072473?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2830351621327072473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2830351621327072473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2830351621327072473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2830351621327072473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-7091928402599257746</id><published>2008-06-10T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:57:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Am I.</title><content type='html'>Kami ada banyak bergaduh. Dan, saya dah menangis tentang awak, kerena awak. Saya tak tahu asal kami berkawan. Saya boleh mengingat kembali dan ingat semua ingatan yang kami berkongsi. Dan semua itu kelaka dan gembira. Tetapi, ada yang sedih. Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I'll be going out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for the mercy You've shown on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7091928402599257746?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7091928402599257746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7091928402599257746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7091928402599257746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7091928402599257746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-am-i.html' title='So Am I.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3163777558164754231</id><published>2008-06-09T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:46:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Project Shall Be A Success.</title><content type='html'>Lord, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I call out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I've got all the heavenly resources I would ever want and more behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3163777558164754231?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3163777558164754231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3163777558164754231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3163777558164754231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3163777558164754231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-project-shall-be-success.html' title='Today&apos;s Project Shall Be A Success.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2712880947597782351</id><published>2008-06-06T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:42:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engage '08 Last Day</title><content type='html'>Lord, thank you for blessing A³ with such awesome guys lah. Enthu and gentlemenly. (haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A³ was made up of : &lt;u&gt;Agape&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Above&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Audi&lt;/u&gt;. Wooo! Go A³! I love youuuuuuu. We did games. Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Janna &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt; for leading the group oh-so-well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to  ( i think his name is ) &lt;strong&gt;Joshua&lt;/strong&gt;, for telling me that there're "bugs". And thank you to&lt;strong&gt; Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt; again ( -.- , lol) for planning the Agape outing. And thank you &lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/strong&gt; for thinking of cheers. And thank you &lt;strong&gt;Pei Xian&lt;/strong&gt; for being with us and not fainting half way. Thank you to the &lt;strong&gt;"wide river" guy&lt;/strong&gt; for sticking with us. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Arrow Star&lt;/strong&gt; for helping us for the last Sembawang park Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh! And thank you &lt;strong&gt;Walter&lt;/strong&gt; ( &amp;amp; I think &lt;strong&gt;Darrel/ Daryl/ Darryl/ Darel&lt;/strong&gt;) for just really stepping out and being a man of God lah. The circular ring thing challenge, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to &lt;strong&gt;the guys&lt;/strong&gt; for providing us with entertainment ( even if you all didnt know it ). Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Isabelle&lt;/strong&gt; (?) and &lt;strong&gt;Janna &lt;/strong&gt;for participating in the Captain's Ball Game even though I forced you to. (heh. ily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you the I think &lt;strong&gt;Darrel/ Daryl/ Darryl/ Darel &lt;/strong&gt;guy for &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; pole-dancing due to playing Concentration. Thank you to the &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan&lt;/strong&gt;(?) guy from Above for &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt;ing yourself because you tried to sabo me (haaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Nigel&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Walter&lt;/strong&gt; for defending ( C.P.B ) so wonderfully. And also &lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah and Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt; for being so damn enthu lah. Thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;DIONE&lt;/strong&gt; for entertaining me. (The retarded games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,  I thank you for the amazing, fun bunch of lovely ladies and men that you have blessed me with to have encountered today. Lord, thank you for empowering the guys with a sense of leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was just pure fun and experiencing Him. And that's the reason why I signed up, and God has definately exceeded my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm serving ( really! How exciting! ). And I cant wait to welcome the new commers from &lt;strong&gt;the Zone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to anyone I forgot to thank, you must know you're in my prayers all the time and I thank you so much for whatever you've done lorhh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2712880947597782351?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2712880947597782351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2712880947597782351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2712880947597782351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2712880947597782351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/engage-08-last-day.html' title='Engage &apos;08 Last Day'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3047845451880132751</id><published>2008-06-05T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:59:14.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engage '08 Day One</title><content type='html'>I have a vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for an awesome DGL who persuaded me to go. Lord thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3047845451880132751?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3047845451880132751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3047845451880132751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3047845451880132751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3047845451880132751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/engage-08-day-one.html' title='Engage &apos;08 Day One'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-4734546083239123938</id><published>2008-06-04T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:41:31.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SEYq4s_8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2etCx3w0j3Y/s1600-h/imm02+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207897172740957730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SEYq4s_8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2etCx3w0j3Y/s200/imm02+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cant wait until Engage! It's only toooomorrooow. Oh man. Exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-4734546083239123938?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4734546083239123938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=4734546083239123938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4734546083239123938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/4734546083239123938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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/_w07MinSLcws/SEYq4s_8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2etCx3w0j3Y/s72-c/imm02+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-7317510334552293103</id><published>2008-06-03T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:26:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yew Tee Never Felt More Welcoming In My Life</title><content type='html'>I went to Penielle's place. God, I miss going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot changed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;. It was all because dance was cancelled due to poor poor attendance. Big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage '08&lt;3 I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-7317510334552293103?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7317510334552293103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=7317510334552293103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7317510334552293103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/7317510334552293103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/yew-tee-never-felt-more-welcoming-in-my.html' title='Yew Tee Never Felt More Welcoming In My Life'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2676140497061477972</id><published>2008-06-02T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:14:10.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Rumours</title><content type='html'>You back away from me and you wont get all trampled on by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop spreading rumours like an idiot. You are only wasting you time. Thank God you arent in the same class as me or you'd be getting a five fold ministry from me. You have a bunch of seniors &lt;em&gt;protecting&lt;/em&gt; you? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rigghhht&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Get a life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage '08 is coming closer! It's just 3 measly days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really see the point in going to modern dance. No one commits, no one practically cares &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; there's bad attendance. I can see ( a bit ) why Hamza gave up on us. &lt;em&gt;What-the-evaaah&lt;/em&gt;. The new instructor better be good. &lt;em&gt;If we get one&lt;/em&gt;, stupid biased ____. (: Lord, I pray lah, that everything would go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of changing forever to Xanga babeh. My Xanga posts are all so refined. Oh well. Silly me. And silly you for not knowing I've got a Xanga blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remeber some steps from the Sec One Orientation. God! Thank you for Your mercy. I want to buy Twilight. And I want to do my homework. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2676140497061477972?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2676140497061477972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2676140497061477972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2676140497061477972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2676140497061477972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-rumours.html' title='Stupid Rumours'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5710152087924677852</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:58:14.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm addicted.</title><content type='html'>Stupid &lt;em&gt;Breastie&lt;/em&gt;, go for band camp. I slap you ah. Now I am super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, check the pictures in Samantha's and Jia Wei's blog to look at the glorious pictures we took. They look h-o-t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Engaged '08 even if some people don't. I don't blame them. We thought we'd have Adv Camp. But it's okay. God is forever faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is most likely performing the DanceWorks! item for NDP. But training the sec ones would be a &lt;strong&gt;definite&lt;/strong&gt; challenge. We ( the original group ) trained hard and for a whole week &lt;em&gt;consecutively&lt;/em&gt;. Come on! You'd better buck up if the standard is to remain the same. Ah! What am I rambling about here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Homework and stuff to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Booklet***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Paper 1 (done)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Paper 2 (halfway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science Paper***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science Project************&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malay Revision ; Peribahasa.***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The science project shall be conducted preferably next week. Yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5710152087924677852?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5710152087924677852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5710152087924677852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5710152087924677852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5710152087924677852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-im-addicted.html' title='I think I&apos;m addicted.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-909065334943789085</id><published>2008-05-28T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:02:31.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz, Modern Dance and SXIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Do you wish to do this test?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah sure. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is more important? Family or friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Family. Am I to say my parents are as important as friends I've only met for the first time? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How many boys have broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- They don't have the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you trust yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- If I dont, who am I to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If a guy of your dreams want to stead with you. Do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- There's a reason they call it "guy of your &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;- You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have you fallen in love?&lt;br /&gt;- With Jesus babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;- Alot. Materialistically and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Does studies means anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;-They mean alot, but never everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What are the requirements that you wish from your dream guy?&lt;br /&gt;-Well, he has to be my dream guy. &amp;amp; Able to pass the &lt;em&gt;auditions&lt;/em&gt; set up by ALOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you think you are irritating?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, thank God for providing me with commando friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you think life is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;-Life is never perfect. Thats how you can change yourself to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you like about life?&lt;br /&gt;-That it aint perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What colour you like? Why?&lt;br /&gt;-I like the colour called pink. Why the hoohoo would I love it. Cos, it's shades are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Describe the friend you love in five words.&lt;br /&gt;- Understands me. Sees what I cant. Endures me. Gives me a hug when I'm blue. Hits me on the head with a good dose of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What have you done to attract a guy?&lt;br /&gt;-They arent worth me trying to change anything. It's either they like me or dont. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) If time were to rewind, what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;- I would look at my mistakes and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What do you want to do in the future?&lt;br /&gt;-I want to revolutionize the world with the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Who are you thinking of now?&lt;br /&gt;One person too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 ppl. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they have been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessing from all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY! &lt;3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern dance was fun. Well, yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love sxia&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-909065334943789085?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/909065334943789085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=909065334943789085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/909065334943789085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/909065334943789085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiz-modern-dance-and-sxia.html' title='A quiz, Modern Dance and SXIA.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2507419771454349718</id><published>2008-05-26T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:48:46.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an Ambassador.</title><content type='html'>I stood there watching the souls accept God. It looked like a child returning into the loving arms of his Father. I whispered to myself, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love being an ambassador&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.". &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember so many embarrassing moments, it seems too unrealistic. I'll always give thanks to God for the friends I have, for they are so commando. And I love Sherrie alot. And her post on the ambs gathering last year ( Dec 07 ). It always refreshes me and reminds me that I am an ambassador and why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Zone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was amazing. What can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teared here and there. Random songs. Even praise songs, but no one noticed (: I was up front (thank God for our commando guys ) and saw the souls RUSHING to get saved. It was a beautiful sight. I am an ambassador of God and it is an honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think I'm bold, but in actuality I am not. It's all God. I've grown glory to glory. Serious. You all can ask me to open up my past blogs and you will all see my change. &lt;strong&gt;It is very visible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me and dione last time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp3_SaGtjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8BF595r8jgI/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204604248536823346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp3_SaGtjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8BF595r8jgI/s200/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp4tCaGtlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CY6xsFJ5ee4/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204605034515838546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp4tCaGtlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CY6xsFJ5ee4/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Oh my gosh right? I think I look hilarious. My fringe was so .. THANK GOD I'VE GROWN. And! Look at us now! The change is dramatic ( to me ) :&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp3_iaGtkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/smFPheyo1cQ/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204604252831790658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp3_iaGtkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/smFPheyo1cQ/s200/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I shall end off the post with a photo of jon seow during the Ambs gathering. HAHAHA. Pole Dancer ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp5QCaGtmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l1306GCGB8k/s1600-h/jonseow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204605635811260002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp5QCaGtmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l1306GCGB8k/s200/jonseow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2507419771454349718?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2507419771454349718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2507419771454349718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2507419771454349718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2507419771454349718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-ambassador.html' title='I am an Ambassador.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SDp3_SaGtjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8BF595r8jgI/s72-c/Image129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-5200155810899109714</id><published>2008-05-20T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:15:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow darling 2a. I love you.</title><content type='html'>I love 2a. Special thanks to the people who really contributed time and dedication on decorating our beloved classroom. Please know your work has been greatly appreciated. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was the funnest period during the whole day being frank. Watched a movie pertaining a vampire, a cow and a boy named Tony that a vampire girl likes, her name's Anna. ._. I am a vampire. Samantha's a cow that I bit and hangs from celings. What an artistically influenced way of sleeping, right? (Bodoh) I didnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 2E's spirit was showcased. I thought it was very touching for us to like.. not fight lah. So, yeah. (&amp;amp; there was no bitch fight. Thank God.) I'm enrolling in Reggae dance classes in "O School". I am scared, nervous and pretty much anxious. There's a bodoh science course happening this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heads up people, I'LL BE LATE FOR OUR ORIGINAL MEETING TIME FOR THE ZONE. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, My favourite song. (Currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How about a round of applause&lt;br /&gt;A standing ovation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so dumb right now&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside my house&lt;br /&gt;Trying to apologize&lt;br /&gt;You’re so ugly when you cry&lt;br /&gt;Please, just cut it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you’re sorry cuz you’re not&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me going&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closing&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your clothes and get gone&lt;br /&gt;You better hurry up before the sprinklers come on&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ about, girl, I love you, you’re the one&lt;br /&gt;This just looks like the re-run&lt;br /&gt;Please, what else is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And don’t tell me you’re sorry cuz you’re not&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me going&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closing&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I want for the bad lies goes to you&lt;br /&gt;For make it me believe that you could be&lt;br /&gt;Faithful to me&lt;br /&gt;And here you speech out&lt;br /&gt;How about a round of applause&lt;br /&gt;A standing ovation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;You really had me going&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closing&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5200155810899109714?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5200155810899109714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5200155810899109714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5200155810899109714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5200155810899109714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-bow-darling-2a-i-love-you.html' title='Take a bow darling 2a. I love you.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-365383193996197443</id><published>2008-05-19T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:04:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vesak day, everyone.</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the book, "Girl At Sea" by Maureen Johnson. It is sexy and dreamy. I've just finished reading, "Go Figure" by Jo Edwards. (She's a woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent updated in a long unneccesary while. I am so sorry. You all must be getting tired of that word, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sorry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually say it's the hardest thing to say. But then they'll joke about it and start chanting it jokingly, trying to promote the point that it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; very easy to say. But the old saying is correct and those modern-minded jokers are wrong. Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the saying means that it is very hard to say sorry, when you know you're obviously in the wrong. Saying sorry to save your &lt;em&gt;behind.&lt;/em&gt; Saying sorry to save &lt;em&gt;a friendship&lt;/em&gt;. I've been through that before. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They also say "Learn from your mistakes". Oh God, who knows how many times my stubborn ass has made me make idiotic decisions. &lt;u&gt;Over and over again&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for understanding friends that have etched themselves in my heart for eternity. God know's how hard it is to cope with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a sermon last night while reading the last few romantic pages of "Go Figure". There was a line that I intended to make public, but forgot. (Procrastinating me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love is not love until it is given&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it went something along the lines of that. But it is true. Just think about it. And &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt;, I'm not inlove with a guy. Before people start having speculations on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of love is to be felt, right? It is an expression, a feeling and a commitment all in one. To be aptly appreciated, you'd have to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men always complain that their women always get into fights saying that they dont love 'em no more. But that's just the thing. You have to remind us how much you love us. All the time. Even in the simplest ways, every good and sensible woman would appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose. A love letter. That would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Once again, the "not inlove" thing is to be remembered(:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents might be bringing me out to watch iron man to make up for the fact Icouldnt go out to watch Ayat-ayat cinta with sexy babes. Nevermind. (I never did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Zone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;concert that's happening this Saturday. I've got my outfit and everything. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata Chicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-365383193996197443?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/365383193996197443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=365383193996197443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/365383193996197443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/365383193996197443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-labour-day-everyone.html' title='Happy Vesak day, everyone.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5128627000089227722</id><published>2008-05-13T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:52:35.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snnufles~</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to be as mature a 13-going-on-to-14 year old can be. By the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need helpers to pack the stuff for &lt;u&gt;The Zone&lt;/u&gt;. Sounds super cool, like last year lah, like that. It would be held on the 23rd, (Friday). I cannot make it!!! Sad. But being frank, I'll be a bit scared cos i'll be going alone. Heh. Not sure if Sherrie or Wen Xuan or Dione would be going. Cos it's an ambs thing I guess. or maybe a servers thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvyn is part of the gossiping clique now. Hah! We'll bring in more guys next time boy! Hold on. I would think that &lt;em&gt;boys who hang around girls would either become very good boyfriends or sissies&lt;/em&gt;. Let's pray Melvyn falls into the category of "Good Boyfriend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOSH&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered &lt;em&gt;transformer's &lt;/em&gt;bgr situation &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. OMG. Ew. I hate the girlfriend, who so ever she is. I hate their relationship cos it seems fake. But thank God for her, she got him out of my head and replaced him with a&lt;u&gt; good dose of reality and sense&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I must really feedback on bolster. SAMANTHA! Control bolster will you? Very annoyed by her liao. I also never do anything to her. Crazy, that's why you know her (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so shocked. I am shocked that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; arent making efforts now. Quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently replaying the song "Mercy" by Duffy over and over again. It's so cool. I song along to it with the same nasal voice she has. But, I think she sounds better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also currently training myself to speak in "F" language then, I'll teach my parents, then I'll talk in English, Tagalog and Malay with it! Hah! My dreams are &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must confess, I am kind of disappointed the class tee is not continuing.  I cant really blame the financial situations of some students in my class, but those who just give you a hard time need to be slapped on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, buy the shirt and sponser someone! I mean, we are obviously &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to be in the same class next year. Some people are opting for "A" maths. Some are going for Art, F&amp;amp;N or DnT. Do you think we'll be ending up in the same class next year? Reality check doofus, &lt;strong&gt;we arent&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start thinking about that will you? Before you complain to us it's a &lt;em&gt;white elephant&lt;/em&gt;. Well, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would be the &lt;em&gt;white elephant&lt;/em&gt; if you continue like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on the malay paper. I think it was understandable. I was estatic to understand the questions. Praise the Lord. Thank you sooo much. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lord, now I pray for my authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got me begging you for mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you release me.&lt;br /&gt;You've got me begging for mercy&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you release me.&lt;br /&gt;I say realease me. (omg, i love this part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am not going for the challet lehhh. I am super sorry. &lt;em&gt;Tak tahu, tak rasa nak pergi tau. Lihat lah. Dan, nanti ibu bapa saya risau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect my parents okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5128627000089227722?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5128627000089227722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5128627000089227722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5128627000089227722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5128627000089227722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/snnufles.html' title='Snnufles~'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-9172550502078180205</id><published>2008-05-12T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:33:24.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I've successfully concluded that Melvyn has a very good english vocabulary that doesnt really show in his compos. Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The english and art exam went smoothly. Praise the Lord. Seriously, it's all Him. I almost couldnt finish my drawing. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somehow thinking to switching to Xanga completely, but I've remained ever so faithful to Blogger for a year now. The scandal is too risky to happen. Sorry. *cries of in the distance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been currently singing these few songs in my head (or out loud, and thus annoying innocent friends):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ada Cinta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kunantikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak mampu membaca matamu&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar bisikmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Senandung kata hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup&lt;br /&gt;Mengartikan getar ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia ada dalam rinai hujan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam terang bulan juga dalam shedu sedang&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rindu dendam hening malam cinta terasa ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bukan Cinta Biasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu banyak cerita&lt;br /&gt;Atas sebab ada duka&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang ingin ku tulis&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah cinta biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua keyakinan beza&lt;br /&gt;Masaalah pun takkan sama&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak ingin dia ragu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa mereka selalu bertanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku bukan di atas kertas&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku getaran yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu di paksa&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu di cari&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku yakin ada jawabnya...ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ku bisa merubah semua&lt;br /&gt;Hingga tiada orang terluka&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak mungkin,&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Hanya yakin menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janji terikat setia&lt;br /&gt;Masa mengupas segala&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dia kan berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak mahu mereka tertawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriku hanya insan biasa&lt;br /&gt;Miliki naluri yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin berpaling&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin berganti&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa ku sering saja berkata..ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ku mampu mengulang semula&lt;br /&gt;Ku pasti tiada yang curiga&lt;br /&gt;Kasih kan hadir&lt;br /&gt;Tiada terduga&lt;br /&gt;Hanya yakin menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku bukan di atas kertas&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku getaran yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu di paksa&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu di cari&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku yakin ada jawabnya...ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ku bisa merubah semua&lt;br /&gt;Hingga tiada orang terluka&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak mungkin&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Hanya yakin menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya…ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriku hanya insan biasa&lt;br /&gt;Miliki naluri yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin berpaling&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin berganti&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa ku sering saja berkata..ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ku mampu pulang semula&lt;br /&gt;Ku pasti tiada yang curiga&lt;br /&gt;Kasih kan hadir&lt;br /&gt;Tiada terduka&lt;br /&gt;Hanya yakin menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're so nice! I definately want to watch "Ayat-ayat- Cinta". Omg, havent I already said that Indonesia has the best love stories? My hypothesis has been tried, and proven correct. Tee-hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said to Melvyn, "If you think I'm mean, you dont know me at all." I wanted to say," If you think you know me, you dont." I have alot I can post out here, but I wont. I'll keep my secrets. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SCgqq1bjeuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oKn6m4rcicw/s1600-h/DSC00443+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199452685184760546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SCgqq1bjeuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oKn6m4rcicw/s200/DSC00443+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dont call yourself a diva dancer, when you are not! she's proven her place in dance, i dont think you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;, just leave me alone, and i'll leave you alone. what in the world did i ever do to you?&lt;/span&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/6385824813472612102-9172550502078180205?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9172550502078180205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=9172550502078180205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9172550502078180205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/9172550502078180205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/secrets-revealed.html' title='Secrets revealed'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w07MinSLcws/SCgqq1bjeuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oKn6m4rcicw/s72-c/DSC00443+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385824813472612102.post-8734685030117972966</id><published>2008-05-08T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:29:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like the tide's twirling me into a new direction</title><content type='html'>God, it will be only by &lt;u&gt;Your&lt;/u&gt; grace and marcy I'll be able to pass my exams with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History took me by surprise. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me when I was doing the middle of the paper. I wanted to cry because I was so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for malay paper I will cry. But, hopefully, I pray, I will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-8734685030117972966?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8734685030117972966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=8734685030117972966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8734685030117972966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/8734685030117972966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/feel-like-tides-twirling-me-into-new.html' title='feel like the tide&apos;s twirling me into a new direction'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6372400840613412776</id><published>2008-05-07T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:06:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never be satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will never forget, I never had remember? I dont lie you asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just was so disappointed. I am &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt; so disappointed. I thought otherwise. I mean, maybe it was my naiive thinking. But, I cherished every moment you ass. Every moment. I just wish, we were like last year. It's like our friendship faded away due to our desicions. Stupid. I dont blame you, dont blame yourself. Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha wrote me this fake love letter I just wanted to type out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Anna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my ________ while I'm your ______. You have always been there to lened me a listening ear. Whatever my problems are, you're the first to know. You have always been there for me and I didnt realise that. Anna, you're the one that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used you. I used you as an excuse to forget _______ but I realise who I really love was right infront of me all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you were more than just a prettaye face, you are smart, caring, cute and oh-so adorable. It took me so long to realise that the right one for me is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what we have is forbidden love. But I dont care cause iloveyou. I believe that you'll be able to make me want to change ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to realise that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE MY _________ WILL YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your ____ with me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wo ai ni-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Babi.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. cute lah. I love her so much lah. Love me too much already, must release the feelings through a letter. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babi&lt;/strong&gt; is for me to know, never ever for you to find out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the papers today alright, &lt;strong&gt;by God's grace He'll suceed for me!&lt;/strong&gt; Amen (: Tomorrow is Maths &amp;amp; History! Wooo. I lovelovelove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6372400840613412776?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6372400840613412776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6372400840613412776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6372400840613412776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6372400840613412776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-never-be-satisfied.html' title='I will never be satisfied'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3065549095084125807</id><published>2008-05-05T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:21:30.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna try and be strong</title><content type='html'>I cant let myself be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. I think that I'm such an open target. It really really stung. I cant even post it out here in my blog. You might read it one day. Your friend linked me, cant risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont even feel close to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I'm making mistake over mistake sometimes. It sucks. I'm making myself an open target. Today was the first time I started ____________. (Too risky to type out). I dont even do that to my other _______. Talk to me lah! Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase. You're my ___. (In the most friendliest way ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer some boob's questions and speculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I'm not inloooove. I'm in love with God and myself, but not with another guy. Please larh. . Saya tak boleh membenarkan hati saya bersakit. Hati saya tak boleh menahan. Saya nak berkawan baik dengan babi itu. Berkawan baik sahaja. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God will see my tears and reasons (and apparently Samantha). I've always liked the following song. I've never known that it'll be applicable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hhLbFRupEJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hhLbFRupEJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;What I want and I need&lt;br /&gt;And everything that we should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;That girl he talks about.&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything&lt;br /&gt;That I have to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, when he's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love.&lt;br /&gt;He's finally got it right.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows&lt;br /&gt;He's all I think about at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me.&lt;br /&gt;Can he tell that I cant breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She better hold him tight,&lt;br /&gt;Give him all her love,&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And know she's lucky, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone.&lt;br /&gt;As I turn out the light,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe get some sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up,&lt;br /&gt;But there's never enough.&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so un-anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be that girl that's so strong. I'm supposed to be the crazy one that anyone can count on for advise and a shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. How can i? You're the closest guy friend I have so far. If you all think you know who I'm talking about, &lt;strong&gt;you dont&lt;/strong&gt;. Serious. Only God does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to have stupid infatuations any more. For now. I cant tahan the hurt that I'll face. I dont want to risk friendships and relations that can last me a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my BHGP&lt;/em&gt;(: I'll never want anything to change, now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO!!! I just wanna end off with the song I'm totally hooked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DgMUDcqxEK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DgMUDcqxEK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ucapkanlah kasih..&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kunantikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak mampu membaca matamu&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar bisikmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih..&lt;br /&gt;Senandung kata hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup mengartikan getar ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rindu dendam, hening malam&lt;br /&gt;cinta .... terasa ada ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih..&lt;br /&gt;Senandung kata hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup mengartikan getar ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rindu dendam, hening malam&lt;br /&gt;cinta ... terasa ada ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia ada&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rinai hujan, dalam terang bulan&lt;br /&gt;juga dalam sedu sedan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rindu dendam, hening malam&lt;br /&gt;cinta ... terasa ada ... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord. I know I've got authority over this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-3065549095084125807?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3065549095084125807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3065549095084125807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3065549095084125807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3065549095084125807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gonna-try-and-be-strong.html' title='I&apos;m gonna try and be strong'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6681701513759532416</id><published>2008-05-04T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:52:26.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Ashley Evans</title><content type='html'>I am not intimidated. I have authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed with you. And, It's called forbidden love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6681701513759532416?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6681701513759532416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6681701513759532416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6681701513759532416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6681701513759532416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/pastor-ashley-evans.html' title='Pastor Ashley Evans'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-6112053459382831293</id><published>2008-05-02T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:12:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mahal ko ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit yun manga araw na gusto mo yun tao na iba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya boleh ingatkan semua yang awak bilangkan ke saya.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto hawakin yun kama mo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko yun isang baboi! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! It's in malay &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; tagalog. HAH! Think you all can understand? Heehee. Too baaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library kana caught. Oh well. I love my pig now &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my tagalog sarks!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-6112053459382831293?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6112053459382831293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=6112053459382831293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6112053459382831293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/6112053459382831293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/mahal-ko-ikaw.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-3748316834335208304</id><published>2008-05-01T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:25:04.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart The Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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/6385824813472612102-3748316834335208304?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3748316834335208304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=3748316834335208304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3748316834335208304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/3748316834335208304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-heart-video.html' title='My Heart The Video'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-2864716472504780784</id><published>2008-05-01T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:57:37.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you all know.</title><content type='html'>Hey sexy readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I wanna post about &lt;strong&gt;Dione&lt;/strong&gt; becoming &lt;u&gt;14&lt;/u&gt; just two days ago. I love her to bite small pieces. ( I shall not eat you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to fall asleep on a chair in the bowling centre. My mum's friends were impressed. Playing "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dolls&lt;/span&gt;" with a 6 year old kid can be very very very confusing. The interpretation of items in reality are disconfigured. Aka &lt;strong&gt;Water became blocks&lt;/strong&gt;. How sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go &lt;em&gt;-brrrrrrrr, it's cold in here-&lt;/em&gt; shopping again. With any non tiko babeehxz. And no one I know is tiko. Hallelujah, Praise The Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the song "My Heart" really personifies apakah yang saya berasa tentang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tranformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Idk. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tcant letmyselfbehurtagain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Di sini kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Terbiasa bersama&lt;br /&gt;Menjalani kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia ku denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kau menguntai&lt;br /&gt;Hari paling indah&lt;br /&gt;Ku ukir nama kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;Di sini surga kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita mencintai yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah hati ini akan tegar&lt;br /&gt;Sebisa mungkin, tak akan pernah&lt;br /&gt;Sayangku akan hilang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we love somebody&lt;br /&gt;Could we be this strong&lt;br /&gt;I will fight to win&lt;br /&gt;Our love will conquer all&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't risk my love&lt;br /&gt;Even just one night&lt;br /&gt;Our love will stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart...my heart...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apparently Indonesia has alot of super duper nice &lt;u&gt;romance&lt;/u&gt; filled movies. Super hot lah! I like, I like. My wishlist has been filled with what I really really want now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie "Love is Cinta" the only friggin thing I understood at the first part,  well, first few minutes was this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Aku..&lt;br /&gt;Woman: *Looks un easy* Yeaaah?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Aku.. [whispers] aku sayang kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAMED! Most likely cos I understood and it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-2864716472504780784?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2864716472504780784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=2864716472504780784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2864716472504780784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/2864716472504780784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-to-let-you-all-know.html' title='Just to let you all know.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</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-6385824813472612102.post-5510463437308515659</id><published>2008-04-30T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:03:15.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home economics test</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Farrer Park last night with my parents. &lt;strong&gt;My mum rebonded her hair&lt;/strong&gt;. She looks preetaayyye. I thinned and trimed our my hair, just a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school complaining on how smelly the train was to Sammitan and Aisha. The people who surrounded me reeked of rotten fish and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continueing posts afterwards. lazy and sleepy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[edited]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey hey. okay. Aisha introduced me to "My Heart" by Irwansyah &amp;amp; Acha. OHMIGOSH. It rocks. I cried while watching the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has the song, send it to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385824813472612102-5510463437308515659?l=thedancer-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5510463437308515659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385824813472612102&amp;postID=5510463437308515659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5510463437308515659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385824813472612102/posts/default/5510463437308515659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedancer-rants.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-economics-test.html' title='Home economics test'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566781732502504600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
