<?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-12669189</id><updated>2011-10-10T11:16:06.295+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='germany'/><category term='CAN 24 hours marathonCollege Day MITC Ngee Ann City'/><category term='fussen'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Munich'/><title type='text'>DENISE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>826</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6766002274423991474</id><published>2011-01-10T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:33:18.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking at an Angel&lt;br /&gt;And believe me when I say that&lt;br /&gt;She got the whole place blowin'&lt;br /&gt;She got the whole place glowin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Angel by Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So As have ended, Vietnam trip was fun, B is miles and miles away.. (But coming back in 2 days time cant wait!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is in its 3rd week running. Things have been rather smooth so far. Learning excel, dealing with not-so-nice people.. It improves me. It makes me stronger. I've learnt to be more bo-chup, i've learnt that not everyone will like me, but then again, God is kind because when He gives me people like that, He also provides me with people that are nice to me to make things easier. I'm very thankful for this opportunity, it's really quite a good job and the pay is good, looks good on my resume, i learn excel, i gain experience, i use my own hard-earned money to spend on food and shopping, what's there not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm slowly gaining independence. Going to work, paying adult fare, working with adults.. Life is change. Change is life. I'm embracing the new challenges. Though there were a few mistakes along the way, some disappointment, but I think I'm doing good. B will be proud of me for being an outwardly strong girl despite feeling fears deep inside. A week before I started work I cried abit in front of B cos I was a little scared and worried, but now here I am, standing up for myself in front of people that aren't nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing, growing.. I'm slowly becoming a strong woman :)&lt;br /&gt;NU QIANG REN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6766002274423991474?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6766002274423991474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6766002274423991474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6766002274423991474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6766002274423991474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-looking-at-angel-and-believe-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3506191768436857271</id><published>2010-12-14T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:40:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't cry because it's over,&lt;br /&gt;Smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast, so quick, so sudden. Hope we did the right thing. It's for our own good in the long term. Will continue being there for you, dry your tears, listen to your thoughts, laugh with you, go out with you, confide with you, my dearest friend. You'll always be a special person to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not goodbye, this is starting over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3506191768436857271?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3506191768436857271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3506191768436857271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3506191768436857271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3506191768436857271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-cry-because-its-over-smile-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2683310962767900475</id><published>2010-12-14T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:11:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knew we'll reach this stage one day. i knew my fears right from the start will start resurfacing. just didn't expect it to be so soon. actually, i'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that we're discussing this maturely and decisively. my heart and mind are running in two opposite directions I don't know which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid. swear i've never met anyone so different from the rest before. it's like a gem that no other place in the world has. who in the right mind will find such an endangered species yet throw it back to the sea? but yet again, who will continue holding on tightly knowing that the longer you hold it, the more you will hurt it. i don't know, really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others can't help too. because they won't be able to put themselves in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a dilemma. will see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please don't ask me anything once you've read this post. unless ure faith, cher, jolene joyce or gladys. tyvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2683310962767900475?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2683310962767900475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2683310962767900475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2683310962767900475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2683310962767900475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-knew-well-reach-this-stage-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6336106181593742689</id><published>2010-12-01T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:40:25.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHO HAPPY! mummy says she'll get me an iPhone 4. cos my previous plan has expired.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try the new FaceTime App :) yeah la i know im slow in the whole iphone thing but up till now im not very fazed by it. the only thing that was relevant to me is the Dictionary App.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but since A's are overrrr (one more day) and I'll be as free as a bird then..&lt;br /&gt;iPhone 4 here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SOMEONE PLEASEEE FORCE ME TO FOCUS ON BIO. ONLY ONE MORE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my shooting star, my wishing well.&lt;br /&gt;you are from outer space&lt;br /&gt;you're my every minute of my every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a beautiful heart is a girl hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;You're the rarest of all the gem in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6336106181593742689?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6336106181593742689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6336106181593742689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6336106181593742689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6336106181593742689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/12/cho-happy-mummy-says-shell-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4928037189378223268</id><published>2010-11-27T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:33:44.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am, having survived perhaps the most stressful exam of my life. Well, almost. I still have a teensy weensy exam left and that's bio mcq which is 5 days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, the past 3 weeks have been a trying period, in which I try to study, most of the time unproductive but at least there's progress, and try to recap all the chapters the night before the exams. It was crazy, having to cram 20 math chapters in one night or 14 econs chapters in one night or 30 plus chem chapters in the night before the paper. I can't decide which was scarier. The night before that fateful first day of A level, the tormentingly difficult Chem Paper 3 was one I will not forget. I remember all the nerves starting to set it, all the fears, all the doubts.. As I sat at my study desk, looking up at the list of chapters I have yet to cover, tears starting welling up in my eyes. Yet, I knew that I couldn't absorb anything while crying so I quickly dried my tears, punched my table threw my pens on the floor with all the force I garnered to let off the pressure inside, then I started to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night before each paper was like a race. A race to complete the syllabus, a race to do it well, a race to finish it before my energy levels starts to die off. It was tiresome, exahusting. Felt so trapped like there was no way out. Really need to thank 5 people who encouraged me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jinyi - all those 'we're all doing it together.. don't be scared.. i'm here with you' smses, those stress-relieving hugs etc.. she was by my side all the way. and by that, I mean every single step of the path to the big As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joyce Fu Zi Hui! Everytime I felt like I was so so screwed for the paper, when all the fears and regret start to set in.. she always always has this encouraging sms for me. it ALWAYS work. there isn't a time when her encourgement didn't help. really got to thank you zoi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicole mei mei. For the motivating letters, the straw hearts, the smses, the little surprises of showing up at my doorstep just to hug me and encourage me, thank you so much my little cousin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daddy. There's so many things he does for me I am in awe for such a great father. Whose father actually wakes up early just to make me a nutritious breakfast to start my day, warms up a bottle of Chicken Essence to give me that extra boost, fills my water bottle every day, gives me an excess of money even when I say I have more than enough, sits in my room while I study to motivate me, writes down all my exam dates and puts it up on the fridge, and every morning almost without fail he'll unlock the door so that I can leave the house asap so that I can get to school fast. He's a really great dad and I am a blessed daddy's girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I kept praying, and praying. Asking for forgiveness, surrendering, praying for easy papers, praying that things I didn't study for such as Transition Metal Colours, Globalisation&amp;amp;Trade, Economic Growth, ROG, will not come out. And he did his magic. The papers were crafted in such a way that I could CHOOSE not to do these topics. Thank you Lord for calming the storms in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personally, math was quite alright though I couldnt do two big questions in P1, gp was ok but I'm afraid of getting out of point for essay, bio was strange and it exceeded my expectations, was pretty challenging.. chem was FREAKING HARD i can feel my A slowly saying adios to me.. hmm what else. Oh, econs. P1 was hard but P2 was alright. All in all, I am not as confident for my grades this time as compared to A's. For now, there's nothing I can do but keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so that's the first half of my post-As post. Here comes the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FREE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Liberation is the best feeling one can ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freedom is so so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm currently nursing an aching feet after all the walking in the previous days. First, after econs on tues, went ikea with jinyi walk walk walk love ikea and the food there (tues is meatballs day going at 4bucks instead of 6.50!!) yea but despite my love for the swedish cuisine, I decided to be resistant to my temptations and wait for our yummy jap dinner at nihon mura kallang leisure park which is 2mins away from my house by train :) love the concept of the store (you order using icecream sticks its pretty fun) and love the prices. sushi's at $1.19 only and quality is generally not bad, just that the beef sukiyaki i had wasn't very nice :( i absolutely LOVE BEEF SUKIYAKI SOUP I CAN USUALLY DRINK SO MUCH THAT I ASK FOR SECOND SERVING OF SOUP but this soup base i had wasnt very nice :( left me quite disappointed. jinyi, on the other hand, was disappointed because they didn't serve the shabushabu sauce that she loves. almost went down to the cold storage downstairs to buy the sauce. haha. but to give justice to the restaurant the mushroom tepenyaki, potato koroke and salmon sushi was yums :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wed, we left for the Singapore Zoo! Have been dreaming about this day for the past 2-3 weeks and it was even better than I thought. Woke up bright and early to make sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny jy was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I'll prove to you I can make better sushi than you!' then she proceeded to pile up the rice on the sushi roller, WITHOUT SEAWEED. Hilarious I broke into a rage of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the zoo! Most exciting part was when I came face-to-face with a leopard, I think the creature's face was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;less than 10cm away&lt;/span&gt; from mine no kidding. Really quite traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around looking at all the beautiful animals that I love to observe and admire. Im getting very bored of human beings oh no.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways!&lt;br /&gt;I saw my 3 good friends at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH GLADYS JOYCE JOLENE HOW COME I SAW YOU ALL AT THE ZOO AH FIGHTING FOR FOOD SOMEMORE. ESPECIALLY JO FIGHTING WITH THE REST OF THE OINK OINK PIGS, JOYCE AND HER GIANT TORTOISE FRIENDS AND GLADYS THE BROWN SUNBEAR. Haha we are indeed an animal farm clique :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around the zoo more than twice and then it started raining :( so we sat down for awhile and starting camwhoring, with phone and with polaroid cam :) and tadah! there you have it my chiobu picture on my new facebook profile pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the zoo, our legs felt llike the softest of all jelly, but luckily it was still strong enoough to walk us to Taka to eat at ambush! this casual italian place. yums I had baby scallop in fish roe cream pasta while jy had thai tomato basil pasta with melt-in-your-mouth salmon.&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, I cooked! love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I have two biggest passion in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. FOOD. I love experimenting, i love trying new dishes, I love to see happy and amazed faces when I show people that hey, I am not a bad chef :)&lt;br /&gt;#2. Dancing. Needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's saturday today. And I barely started studying, today whole day burned alr cos im going grandma house very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off, just wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Cher, Jolene, Joyce and Gladys, I miss you all we must meet up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa lovin,&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4928037189378223268?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4928037189378223268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4928037189378223268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4928037189378223268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4928037189378223268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-here-i-am-having-survived-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1955893074832934068</id><published>2010-10-06T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:02:09.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna rise after this fall.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna thank God for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bitter, troubled, stressed, worried, upset on Sunday. But once I set foot into church, I felt those emotions slowly being taken over by Someone else. It's like He's there just carrying all my burden for me. It feels truly great. thank you jo and faith who tried to cheer me up. love you all xoxo. singing the worship songs God I life Your name up high. You are my shelter Strong tower Your very presence help in time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really so so great. I've sinned so many times and sometimes I subconsciously build this barrier. But He has always helped me get through that forgive my mistakes and loved me shelter me just always there for me. He is one GREAT GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my friends who have been helping me pull through this tough times too. Prelims results were some good some bad. I've cried. I've fallen.But now, I can never be more ready to pick myself up and start and give it my best for this race again. It's my future. It's my grades. It's what I have to fight for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God, with friends (jinyi joyce jo gladys love you all so much), with belief, with perseverance, with hope, with faith in myself and faith in the Father up above, I CAN DO THIS. I'M GONNA GIVE EVERYTHING MY BEST SHOT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1955893074832934068?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1955893074832934068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1955893074832934068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1955893074832934068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1955893074832934068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-gonna-rise-after-this-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6338997818531276807</id><published>2010-08-20T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:53:27.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been really busy these days with hw and stuff and im not the kind that can blog when im busy or when im sad so the only time i blog is when something good happened to me/ special events/ happy occassions etc. Hence the happy posts thus far. Today was a very happy day for me im really very glad :) great way to end off the week. haha got super high with friends especially with gladys jinyi joyce and diane. lol in the library we were on the upper floor and were afraid diane or joyce will fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this will only be funny for ppl who have backgrd knowledge of our class ppl)&lt;br /&gt;me: eh diane if you fall down you'll be a cracked egg!&lt;br /&gt;diane: gives the wtf look but she is clearly amused&lt;br /&gt;me again: eh joyce then if you fall will only have tortoise shell&lt;br /&gt;then opposite me gladys kept laughing showing her whole set of white teeth and small eyes as usual&lt;br /&gt;me yet again: HAHAHA gladys if you fall all your teddy bear stuffing will come out&lt;br /&gt;gladys: not like you. if you fall all your male genitals will come out!! (thanks to joyce relating me to a tranny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after chem and after protected time..&lt;br /&gt;randomly walking out of school.&lt;br /&gt;gladys: eh jinyi can't fall cos she's the floor already!!! hahaha damn bastard she was implying her as changi airport for reasons i shall not mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppers then was supposed to take bus home together with jinyi when we suddenly and randomly decided to eat durian by stall near our school. so we shared a D24 durian the uncle very nice chose a very creamy bittersweet one for us :) felt v happy and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im gna eat dinner now bye guys hope you all have a happy weekend ahead :) DONT STRESS. JUST JIAYOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6338997818531276807?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6338997818531276807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6338997818531276807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6338997818531276807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6338997818531276807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-really-busy-these-days-with-hw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1567735585872784105</id><published>2010-07-27T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:40:13.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. So I've been down with sore throat and fever for about 3 days now. First time being sick in my entire jc life. Didn't go school these past 2 days and I'm quite afraid to know how much I missed. Hope it's not alot. Have yet to do my MSM and complex tut which I initially planned to do today. But knowing me and knowing laziness especially when I have an excuse to slack while being sick, I did zero work and just slacked ard my house, watch tv, took lots of short naps. Slept so much that I had so many different dreams. I rmb dreaming abt me being in some bikini babe contest HAHA MEGA FUNNY then i felt so pressurized then suddenlt the contest turned into a track and field competition. haha then when i slept some more i dreamt i was in france and the drinks there was sold at 15dollars a cup. im so amazed at myself for actually remembering the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to airport yst and despite having two jackets with me I was shivering and shaking like as though I was in antarctica or sth. Gotta thank jinyi for taking care of me super well last night. She accompanied me to see a doctor then came over to my hse to dry my hair and stuff after I bathed and kept nagging at me to take care of myself. Thank you so much k :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao my cousin just shoved my sister's hamster into my face and i screamed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im gna take my medicine now and maybe slp early. shall not do any work while i still have the excuse to hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1567735585872784105?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1567735585872784105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1567735585872784105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1567735585872784105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1567735585872784105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6272697133655400362</id><published>2010-07-20T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:22:04.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI HI HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jcts have ended. Around 3 weeks ago actually. Time is just flying by and by. Got back results. Everything improved except math which is stagnant but expected since i didnt practise much (which i will from now on). JCT grades are CCDEE. Not bad lah, compared to MCTs which was SSEED i think? Thank God, now gotta keep pushing on and on especially for math and chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm and im really happy with my life right now. besides the studying of course.feel very loved and very protected and very blessed. great feeling to have :) hope someone else is feeling the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty im going off now gna bathe so byeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6272697133655400362?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6272697133655400362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6272697133655400362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6272697133655400362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6272697133655400362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-hi-hello-so-jcts-have-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3074631108154185314</id><published>2010-07-05T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:39:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Just a short post cos I need to leave house soon to watch Toy Story 3! (in which ho huixin decided to stalk me and watch the same movie same time same location as me hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so post-jcts has been great. havent touched a single book, paper or anything academic-related since chem paper on thurs. did quite a few things these past few days with my friends. caught up, shop, watched movie, dinners, baking sessions, hanging out at friend's house and smearing makeup on each other's faces till we laugh our hearts out and at the same time end up looking like some racoon or weird orchestra singers with the artificially white faces and weird makeup. haha i applied makeup for pam, attempted to do smoky eyes and she was so traumatised after my previous attempts during mardi gras and grad night which made a few dancers look like they've been boxed in the eye. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk ahya wanted to blog much more but a certain auntie just called me from msia so now i gotta rush off to bateh and change no time to blog alr. bye guys have fun on your last day of school holidays mugging fest starts tmr and our jct results will be out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray pray tonight that my results wont be that bad. but chem is a gone case. anw went church yst really liked the sermon alot alot. about God's everlasting love that remembers no faults, no mistakes. sometimes when i feel guilty i do subconsciously create this barrier between God and I that makes me feel somehow unworthy of His love. But after listening to yst's sermon I feel tons better and only now do i realise that this barrier of mine was never reciprocal, God doesn't see this barrier at all. even if he sees it, he'll walk over that barrier and still love me with unconditional love. How great is My God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3074631108154185314?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3074631108154185314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3074631108154185314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3074631108154185314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3074631108154185314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7405383043137199000</id><published>2010-06-13T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:45:09.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtf. Damn angry cos my laptop suddenly restarted everything by itself. It has been lagging for days and today it just decided to erase all my memory in this lappie. So now, all my photos are gone (just when i am about to buy a hard disk drive to store it all) 1000+ photos since like dont know how many years ago ahhhh damn upset now. But luckily i developed a few already and there are still some in my camera (which is also spoilt). Omg. And all my documents also, especially dance admin stuff. Luckily I step down already so not so bad. Omg, cant wait for my sis to get back from malaysia so she can try help me retrieve the files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jcts, I need to send my camera for repair, buy a new laptop (k that will be next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, I feel like I'm not pushing myself hard enough yet. So far, I've done 6 chem chapts, 2 math chapts, 2 bio chapts and 2 econs chapt. A far cry from what I planned. Lagging behind my schedule for days now and it's really time to pull up my socks. Thank you joyce and jolene for spurring me on yst, you guys are right, I still have this coming week to prove myself that hey, i really can do it. I need to start believing, and just keeping going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise choo, keep going strong and keep fighting on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7405383043137199000?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7405383043137199000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7405383043137199000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7405383043137199000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7405383043137199000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6926786693545043462</id><published>2010-06-04T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:48:05.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graduated from Tj Modern Dance 2009-2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi hi. I've officially stepped down from Tj Dance Club. Our club has been through so much together, all the performances i.e. Temasek Talentime, College Day, Ngee Ann City, Grad Night, Open House, Mardi Gras, REVERIE V WHICH WAS THE BOMB. We've survived all the gruelling dance practices which left our feet feeling sore, our energies drained, mind tired and the list goes on. And just like what I've said when the exco had to give a speech during farewell just now, I'm really very thankful for all the effort every single dancer has put into the club. Without any of your effort, our concert would not have been such a great success. Really happy for the friendships that I've forged these two years in the club, esp Reuben, Pam, Noelle, Nura, Cheryl, and of course my beloved exco Ade Nat Iynyi Charis and Vi!! Omg, I'll really miss all the times we spent together as an exco of Tj Dance 09-10. All the things we had to plan for the club esp Reverie V, all those exco meetings (in which i had to stay up lateand forgo hw time to write meeting mins for), and those little sacrifices we had to make here and there for the club. I really am thankful that God has given me such a great team to work with. I love each and everyone of you! Honestly, I think if I wasn't in exco, I wouldn't have been as close to the TA people like Charis Iynyi and Vi. But of course,now we're much much closer than before and I'm really happy to get to know them well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all the times we danced together as a club. Dragging our feet into the stuffy school hall for ms w's conditioning/dance practices, those times we did corner-to-corner, yoga(omg so long ago), sweating our heart out for the love for dancing that we share. Those blisters, blood, sweat, tears.. It paid off so well. Look at us in Reverie V. We've grown so much. Shining on stage like stars, performing our very best not just for the audience but for ourselves and the club, it's something really precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you juniors, for the dance camp and farewell you guys planned exquisitely for us. It was vvv fun and you all decorated the scope so beautifully to suit the farewell theme- Hollywood Glamour. The gifts were so meticulously and preciously prepared, I'm really touched. We seniors really love you as our juniors. and I know that you guys we'll do us proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, official step down. No more CCA/PDP (except exco JTS). I'm officially called on to plonk my ass down and really focus on the new challenge ahead. The nearest one. JCTs. I wanna do well, but I havent started studying at all yet. I know clearly that good grades will not come just because I want them to, I have to work my ass off to get those desired grades. I shall plan my studying timetable vv soon, promise myself latest by tmr morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk so this morning, dragged myself out of bed to go swimming with jinyi before our math remedial. Like swimming with a goldfish. Haha her face damn round and keep complaining the sun very hot. Anw then after math we had farewell! Very fun and sad also cos it's our last time together as a J2 batch/club. Almost cried but didnt. Took 10000s photos, laughed alot, WATCHED OUR CONCERT ON DVD! Love it, damn funny also. BUt overall I'm really proud of ourselves (: After farewell went to Tamp 1 jco with dancers then wentto meet classmates Adnaan Jinyi Jolene Leslie for dinner. I crashed their pw outing heheh (: funn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk imma sleep now. Nightssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6926786693545043462?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6926786693545043462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6926786693545043462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6926786693545043462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6926786693545043462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5428945454402044680</id><published>2010-06-02T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:50:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day news of deaths near me have been popping up. It's crazy. There are at least 5 just in a week alone. Is that not scary enough? Uncles, aunties, grandaunts, siblings. I'm afraid. If that can happen to them, it jolly well could happen to me too. I don't know if it's pure coincidence that they are all happening around the same time of the year or not, but it really is depressing. I heard about murder cases near my neighbourhood too. What is the world coming to? People killing and people dying. Oh, and I've heard of my aunt's student hanging herself too. Again adding to the list of people dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that while we are still here, happy and living, we should appreciate every minute of living that God has given us. We are so lucky to live in the comfort and shelter of our own homes, having the ability to fill our stomachs with food whenever we're hungry, and most importantly being surrounded with friends and family that truly care for us. Compare our lives to those in the developing countries, living in slums, being hit by natural disasters, having their entire house wiped out, losing their families one by one.. We have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I urge you, anyone who's reading this and even myself, to just be grateful for every minute of life you are blessed with, especially so if you're happy and healthy, and say a simple i love you or gesture of gratitude to those you care for. You know it's not too late :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5428945454402044680?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5428945454402044680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5428945454402044680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5428945454402044680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5428945454402044680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-going-on-day-by-day-news-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5454217585369659603</id><published>2010-05-31T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:29:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my weekend before the commencement of MugFest 2010 was good. Mardi Gras, supper @ Simpang with dancers and justin, baking rainbow cupcakes and spending time with family, shopping with jolene, movie and co concert with my awesome classmates, going to plaza sing with half of dance exco to settle farewell stuff, going bugis street again to change shoe size and do some errands (pam joyce and huixin shld pay me service fee) then study at coffee bean with jo which was hilarious (me: eh when will the world end ah? 2010? eh cannot be. 2015? jo: 2012 lah retard) hahaha. then huixin came to sing post to get the earpiece from me (yay we got matching lego earpiece now) and 'confided' in me haha i'm so sorry X infinity that I laugh at you la, even though i didn't mean to. it just sounded very hilarious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuppers that pretty much sums up my entire weekend. IT'S NOW JUNE HOLS WEEK 1 MONDAY.  Start of mugfest I am aiming for all Cs this term (cannot aim too low right if not what's the point of aiming) and I really feel the urge to study hard to get that. It's really up to me now. How much effort I want to put in, how successful the results will be. Really pray and hope and make sure my holidays WILL NOT BE WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's planning a big group outing to Malacca (food trip me likey) with See family, my mum my sis, grandma, aunts uncles plus baby gigi's family. I am so tempted to go. Half of my heart is saying go and have fun you need a break but the other half is saying what about your ALL Cs? Hmm I guess I will set a target for myself to finish by that date. If I do accomplish everything that I want to, then I shall let myself go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, havent even brushed my teeth yet walao. Gonna freshen up, eat breakfast, list out all the chapters for JCTs on post-its, plan my studying timetable, and study for bio (hope to finish all the test chapters by today). Yes yes that sounds like a good plan. GO MEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5454217585369659603?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5454217585369659603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5454217585369659603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5454217585369659603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5454217585369659603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-my-weekend-before-commencement-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-695644338245741236</id><published>2010-05-29T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:28:53.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;End of Term 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another happy day for me. I feel very blessed whenever the holidays are on. Of course during school period also la but when I have no lessons i feel extremely blessed to be able to go out and not worry about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, spent a lot of money today :( shan't disclose the sum but I am going to spend less for the next few days to restore my money without asking for more allowance cos it'll be against my conscience. But still.. it were all good buys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Jolene at Bugis street! Bought one dress, one pair of new school shoes (matching pair with jo), 3 for $5 earrings, one new handbag and one new lego earpiece it's damn cute the colour very nice also. I'm a happygirl_92 once again. Haha then we met the rest (Joyce, Pam, Nat, Adnaan, Mark, Yi Ai and Leslie) at MS to eat lunch and watch movie together before heading for Gladys's CO concert at Singapore Conference Hall. We watched Shrek in 3D. It was good the music very cute and the story is nice! I finally made a conclusion to my taste in movies. I'm fine with it as long as it is not cartoon or robots. Like no wall-Es. I like movies that are funny and touching at the same time. Like Alice in Wonderland! Haha anw so Shrek was good but it burnt a hole in my pocket. 14 bucks omg can buy another dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And Leslie was so sweet! On thurs he told me he was heading to tampines before mardi gras and i asked him to help me buy flower earrings for me cos i like. i totally forgot about it and today he purposely went to bugis just to buy earrings for me! 6 pairs. damn cute la. i will wear it to school kay daddy! when i ask him why is he so nice to buy it for me he simply said 'cos you want what..' wah i am really truly blessed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then this aunty we met in the food court damn funny. She keep looking at me and saying 'Ni bu shi hua ren!' Lol. But what's new right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then at night we went for CO concert! My first ever musical concert and it was quite good la (: Cheered for gladys really loudly but she keep pretending not to hear from the stage. I screamed 'Go softie! I love your ribbon!' Haha. joyce kept laughing at how fidgety i was during the concert and vice versa. and joyce wrote sth damn nice abt me on her blog I am like praised to the heavens. but i shall not post here cos it's too bhb. Haha kk going church tmr and meeting with exco to settle farewell stuff so i gotta sleep early.. Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos, Cupcakes-baking session with the twins and Mardi Gras (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476734347275519970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE3zKJx-I/AAAAAAAAGH8/gfUt4QW2uS0/s400/28645_1271428075304_1517959258_30581454_5835618_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   My darling ah ma the apple of my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476734353843090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE4Ln-8mI/AAAAAAAAGIE/-6j3ba5X7Eg/s400/28645_1271426395262_1517959258_30581420_6637636_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were being random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476733670264254402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFEQZGFr8I/AAAAAAAAGHs/aKL96Bc19UI/s400/28645_1271438475564_1517959258_30581513_4891278_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476734343349077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE3kiBB0I/AAAAAAAAGH0/a4DHtdf3oDc/s400/28645_1271439155581_1517959258_30581529_5602497_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty rainbow cupcakes! Yummy yummy im bringing for jolene to try tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476733656168701506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFEPklcnkI/AAAAAAAAGHc/tlyRK71JMn8/s400/28710_431122950773_626965773_5607578_6257467_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To kickstart Mardi Gras- the dancers parading in our vivid costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736115076298530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGesus9yI/AAAAAAAAGIk/Mtem3oZChsI/s400/P1090497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pam and I in the dancers' changing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGeFr85cI/AAAAAAAAGIc/uO3OsuMLQuM/s1600/P1090491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736104595776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGeFr85cI/AAAAAAAAGIc/uO3OsuMLQuM/s400/P1090491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tk dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGd_eN7TI/AAAAAAAAGIU/f4B6KCofids/s1600/P1090487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736102927559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGd_eN7TI/AAAAAAAAGIU/f4B6KCofids/s400/P1090487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476734358650790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE4diOoUI/AAAAAAAAGIM/OtMk7XQDDsk/s400/P1090506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahmedddd and I. (Goodluck for your competition tmr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736121648011986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGfFNhWtI/AAAAAAAAGIs/dGIUvaZf-lQ/s400/P1090504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jinyi auntie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE4diOoUI/AAAAAAAAGIM/OtMk7XQDDsk/s1600/P1090506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476736136101298242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFGf7DdAEI/AAAAAAAAGI0/sCrDSb9XJsc/s400/P1090501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nat, huixin the crasher, and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFEQDEZWpI/AAAAAAAAGHk/NK1nIfCQt1o/s1600/30314_368787328077_637548077_3465631_8099973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476733664351574674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFEQDEZWpI/AAAAAAAAGHk/NK1nIfCQt1o/s400/30314_368787328077_637548077_3465631_8099973_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancers plus Diane aka Tea Leaf Egg (cha ye dan) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI13FP8QI/AAAAAAAAGHU/ExsscS5B23c/s1600/P1090510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527605782933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI13FP8QI/AAAAAAAAGHU/ExsscS5B23c/s400/P1090510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahmed, me and Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI1MfH-8I/AAAAAAAAGHM/qndavVxN-10/s1600/P1090514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527594348739522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI1MfH-8I/AAAAAAAAGHM/qndavVxN-10/s400/P1090514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh cynthia damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI0lrSBZI/AAAAAAAAGHE/xTjwyanhEX4/s1600/P1090518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527583930746258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI0lrSBZI/AAAAAAAAGHE/xTjwyanhEX4/s400/P1090518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jinyi auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI0C5k7sI/AAAAAAAAGG8/8gwlMN-1p38/s1600/P1090525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527574595464898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TACI0C5k7sI/AAAAAAAAGG8/8gwlMN-1p38/s400/P1090525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lala toh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually I've alot more photos but my com uploading damn slowly. The rest of the photos are up on fb :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-695644338245741236?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/695644338245741236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=695644338245741236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/695644338245741236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/695644338245741236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-term-2-today-was-another-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/TAFE3zKJx-I/AAAAAAAAGH8/gfUt4QW2uS0/s72-c/28645_1271428075304_1517959258_30581454_5835618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-985436485224812530</id><published>2010-05-28T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:36:37.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;Was damn bored in the morning cos whoever I jio to go out with me ended up either having to go out of wanting to stay at home. So I decided to stop slacking at home and get my ass to my aunty's house which is 2 bus stops away. My aunty fetched me there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun! We made rainbow cupcakes with fillings such as oreo, strawberry jam, peanut butter, chocolate chips etc. Spent like 3 hours at Sing Post Ntuc buying the ingredients then we can back to bake. My ahma damn cute also. (: I'll bring the rainbow cupcakes to school on monday guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-985436485224812530?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/985436485224812530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=985436485224812530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/985436485224812530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/985436485224812530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-was-damn-bored-in-morning-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1518224665575912110</id><published>2010-05-28T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:34:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mardi Gras was damn fun!! It really is an awesome way to end off the term with a loud bang. Stiltwalkers, fire-eaters, lady wearing almost nothing, costumes, performances, dancer, partyyyy. It was our last tj dance performance yst for us J2s and it went really well. The crowd was quite small was we were initially quite disappointed but the boom crowd (led by dicky) was insanely good. Really love the feeling of performing on stage, especially when it's with people you love, and knowing that it's your last performance in this club that I've really grown to love, I really enjoyed every single second of performing last night.. Be it going wild and crazy and losing all my inhibitions for Pulse or getting into the emo mood for Almost Lover, it was absolutely fantastical. Just like my journey in the club, it may have been fun and everything, but there were sad times I must say, but everything ended beautifully, just like us clapping for ourselves for the final curtain call yesterday. P.S. Joyce said she can fall in love watching me dance! Hahaha mega happy but I love that girl oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performance, I was busy running around the school checking out ppl's outrageously fun costumes, camwhoring, talking, catching up with friends. I walked around with the dance-cum-class clique at first, then Clement called so I went to find him with Ahmed, who then disappeared and omg Clement was freaking gothic and scary. Can get nightmare sia. Anyw then after that hung out with huixin ho who crashed our sch mardi gras and ended up playing soccer the entire time-.- Hahaha then met Jinyi so we went to walk walk too sat in first row to watch the super obscene lady shaking her butt. Lol anyw jinyi's $6.90 nightgown make her look damn aunty. lol but still cute la. After dinner went for supper with the dancers from pulse + justin at simpang bedok. first time going there! heard so much about it. haha we ate at supper club and I had chocolate and banana prata with icecream while reuben had apple and cinnamon prata. we two were the only ones that ate yepp damn pig i know. left the supper place at around 1am Mark's mum came to send me home. and she's damn nice she made mark walk me to my house lift lobby! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk this morning i woke up to the sound of birds chirping. cant decide if that's a good or bad start lol. going to my cousin's house soon. can't wait for tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I'm done blogging have a great holiday ahead babehhhhssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1518224665575912110?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1518224665575912110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1518224665575912110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1518224665575912110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1518224665575912110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/mardi-gras-was-damn-fun-it-really-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7100149884100345642</id><published>2010-05-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:13:23.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to speak to Faith :( But she's having midyears sigh this is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7100149884100345642?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7100149884100345642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7100149884100345642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7100149884100345642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7100149884100345642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-speak-to-faith-but-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4289823883716299509</id><published>2010-05-23T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:45:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayness I finished tutorial 13 in one night! Studying with Jo yst was damn productive hope today'll be the same (: And I went to see doctor already. Have been down with flu for 4 days now and abit of cough. (but got benefits of falling sick one my friends suddenly become especially caring towards me ahem hhx hahaha) Anw, doc said my throat was extremely dry and it's a common illness nowadays. But he said my lungs are clear so that's a good sign :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pack my bag now then go church with jo after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Happyyyyy  I love the feeling of walking into church. Hope I can see faith in church today too :)&lt;br /&gt;Love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4289823883716299509?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4289823883716299509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4289823883716299509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4289823883716299509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4289823883716299509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/yayness-i-finished-tutorial-13-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5902971926632569041</id><published>2010-05-22T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:18:07.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happygirl_92!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha gonna go for family dinner in like one minute then imma study with jo at sing post coffee bean (: Got gold for napfa today yayyy damn happy. Got bronze last year cos of sbj. what the shit right. this year, despite my flu, some miraculous stroke of luck decided to shine on me and I did well my daughters say i imba k this is for anyone in class who has been calling me FAT OR PLUMP. Just for memory's sake and abit of bragging rights,&lt;br /&gt;Sbj- 192cm&lt;br /&gt;Situps- 47&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle Run- 10.5&lt;br /&gt;Inclined pull-up- 21&lt;br /&gt;Sit&amp;amp;Reach- 53&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run- 14.39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;K gtg now see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5902971926632569041?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5902971926632569041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5902971926632569041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5902971926632569041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5902971926632569041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-happygirl92-hahaha-gonna-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-9192677848868106153</id><published>2010-05-21T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:03:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No prizes for guessing who wrote the previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I had no idea how she managed to get into my blogger account cos I've always been quite careful to log out after using her iPhones ever since that time when I hacked into account and changed her fb status into sth, well, embarrassing, to say the least. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday!!!! Freaking super ultra mega happy it's the end of the week. There's napfa and dance tmr though. One of my last few dance practices in tj. :( But ah well, I'm down with flu, have been in this state for 2 days now.. It's so tiring because most of the time I'm just breathing through one nostril or my nose just keeps dripping or i waste alot of energy sneezing. So I can get pretty irritable when I'm down with a flu so please anyone don't try to come near me and irritate me or you'll face the wrath of me. I gave warning alr ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad cos I planned to finish my homework before the weekend. But cos of my darn flu, I haven't done a single work. Sigh.. leaving everything to weekends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't caught up with Faith yet cos she has midyears and I'm super sad about it.......... I. need. to. see. her. like. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tj netball match today. diane play damn cute like pokemon hahaha im sure she'll kill me after reading this. although we lost, but they fought hard and all of us are proud of you girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk imma sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-9192677848868106153?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/9192677848868106153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=9192677848868106153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/9192677848868106153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/9192677848868106153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-prizes-for-guessing-who-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4179203734651096593</id><published>2010-05-21T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:24:34.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random confession</title><content type='html'>I love Jolene Choy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pig&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is secretly just a tap in disguise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sing for nuts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks muacks! Thanks for reading!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't realised it's not Denise posting haha. Guess who. Hint hint I very cute one! And quite chio also. Aha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4179203734651096593?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4179203734651096593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4179203734651096593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4179203734651096593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4179203734651096593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-confession.html' title='Random confession'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5478700530641977535</id><published>2010-05-16T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:01:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people laugh, some people cry&lt;br /&gt;Some people live, some people die&lt;br /&gt;Some people run, right into the fire&lt;br /&gt;Some people hide their every desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people fight, some people fall&lt;br /&gt;Others pretend they don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna fight I'll stand right beside you&lt;br /&gt;The day that you fall I'll be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;Just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause the heart never lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The Heart Never Lies by McFly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5478700530641977535?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5478700530641977535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5478700530641977535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5478700530641977535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5478700530641977535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-people-laugh-some-people-cry-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-8873592413663093635</id><published>2010-05-16T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:35:25.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in love with the song Wedding Dress.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up lah, I know I'm slow. It's the only Korean song I like k.&lt;br /&gt;College Day went well yst. Our fourth and last time performing Grad Night item.&lt;br /&gt;Took lot of photos recently but I don't have camera cable no idea where it went so dont blame me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yst was freakkinggggg tiring omg. College day then tuition then study with jo. Shagged ttm. Laughed alot with her. She laugh at my singing:(( Very sad now eh I was once in choir ok!! You should be honoured cos you realise i dont usually sing in front of ppl. (: SO much easier to dance. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K no church today, going for family brunch at Bedok some chinese restaurant. Yummy. Sad sis is not with us today but she's having fun climbing the Swiss Alps in Switzerland so I'm sure that's more fun. Miss you sisssssyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-8873592413663093635?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8873592413663093635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=8873592413663093635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8873592413663093635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8873592413663093635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/currently-in-love-with-song-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3102172961486810087</id><published>2010-05-13T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:22:50.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-in-1/ Super busy Thursday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was cramped with so many important things that it is impossible not to feel a sense of satisfaction after checking them off my to-do-list, one by one. First up was 2.4k. If you know me you'll most probably know how much I hate running. The idea of fighting for oxygen while my leg starts to ache and my willpower starts to drop is just not my cup of tea. But nonetheless, had to give it my all for the &lt;strong&gt;LAST 2.4KM RUN&lt;/strong&gt; in my entire life. All the years since napfa started in primary school, has came to an end, on a rather high note I would say . Boy, I'm getting old. But anyway, I broke my own record!! Woohoo happylets ttm felt like puking in the last round but very happy I didn't give up and end upstart walking.. I got B haha. 14.39mins. although it's not that good but it's my personal best and that should be what we should ask from ourselves right? (: Haha heard some pro runner shant name who vomitted halfway and she ended up getting a B and was very sore about it. HAHAHA I get B and I break my own record. Joke much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then up next was Econs test. Now I know why God made me so awake last night at 12am. Last night I really was super wide awake although I wanted to sleep badly. Talking to jinyi on the phone didn't help cos her high-pitched voice (hahaha) made me even more awake while she ended up drifting to dreamland. Must be my voice too soothing and nice :) Haha anw couldnt sleep last night so I read through Benefits of Free Trade &lt;strong&gt;WHICH CAME OUT FOR TODAY'S ECONS TEST!&lt;/strong&gt; Happy once again, straight away I was thinking 'No wonder I couldn't sleep last night.... ' Oh well, everything happens for a reason I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Chem SPA!! Last important thing we had to do before reaching the finishing line of our (18/09's) very busy day. It was alright I guess but I never dry the beakers and my line didnt pass through exactly alot of points so I'm kinda worried that marks will be deducted there. Hmm but I'll pray and leave everything in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God, was really looking forward to go church this sunday but I got family lunch again ahh. Cos my uncle got promoted. And it's at 11am just the same time as service. Ahh sorry jo if you're reading this :( I can join you study after lunch though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school and before dance,  went for dinner with my darling Joyce at the coffee shop near our school. Our class used to go there often last year (its the one with the claypot sesame oil chicken) but rarely go this year! Maybe tmr during lunch we can go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the official releasing of results for the new dance exco 2010. The year has past us by so fast since we first became the exco of 2009-2010. Went through a lot together, dance camp, dance farewell, months and months of planning for Reverie V. All seven of us. Distinct personalities yet complementary to one another. Each doing our own job well and giving each other our backs whenever it's needed. I think if I wasn't in exco, I would probably not get close to the TA people like Vi, Iyn Yi and Charis who are v nice ppl! Really awesome to get to know them through exco. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's so many things to do. JCTs slowly creeping up. 5 weeks I think. That's not a lot if you count out the weekdays and CCA days. I really wanna do well for jcts. I hope to get C for all. It is difficult but time is still on my side for now and there's no point in shooting low right. If we shoot for the moon, at least if we fail, we'll end among the stars.  Really want to do well to give me the extra force and confidence I need for the next half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want, need, must, will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3102172961486810087?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3102172961486810087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3102172961486810087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3102172961486810087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3102172961486810087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-in-1-today-was-cramped-with-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4218696140701591950</id><published>2010-05-09T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:37:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does criticizing someone else really make you feel better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4218696140701591950?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4218696140701591950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4218696140701591950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4218696140701591950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4218696140701591950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-criticizing-someone-else-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4054981576106216624</id><published>2010-05-07T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:28:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis left for London and other parts of Europe already. Extremely envious of her! But my turn will come.. Yup it will. Just a few years more. Jinyi was thinking of going for a cruise eoy and I want omg i am going to ask my parents to let me go heheh there is a possibility that they will say yes.  Anw, sammy left her 3 hamsters at home, thanks ah. I am afraid of the three. Haha at night I can actually hear their exercise wheels spinning.. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another week of school has passed. Term 2 Week 8, 9 and 10 are approaching with a significant number of tests ahead. Chem SPA, lecture tests, LL's topic tests, all accumulating and marking up on my planner. It's frightening, how time flies past when we are enjoying ourselves. Yepp, I'm enjoying myself in school despite the hw, little friendship stuff here and there.. My solid ground is still rooted. My closest friends still there for me, always laughing with me over the most minute of things. I honestly feel truly blessed to be in 18/09, it is through this class where I found friends I can click with, can talk about anything under the sun with, can trust my whole heart with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some friendship bands become tighter, more taut, others feel like they're slowly loosening up. It's quite a sad thing. I feel like I haven't seen Cher or Faith in agesss. It's not that we don't care but it's just that it's so easy for us to be pre-occupied with our demanding JC lives that we keep forgetting to keep in touch regularly. Once Cher finishes her concert she better meet up with me imma tie her down until she tells me what has been going on with her life for the past couple of weeks. Hehe heard that, Cher? (: As for Faith, have been trying to ask her out for so long but she's always so busy!! But we finally settled for a dinner date in hopefully a week's time! A lot of catching up to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! This might sound utterly mundane and insignificant but I've finally packed my tornado-swept room! From piles and piles of worksheets lying around endlessly, it has transformed into neatly propped up, color-coded and labelled files on my bookshelf. My bags aren't lying on the floor anymore.. Finally sleeping in a clean and organised room. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's at HC camp now so my church-and-study buddy is gone :( Oh well I hope she has lots of fun at camp! I know she will (: Tuition resumes tomorrow after a 2 month break. Definitely need to start getting into the mugger zone because it still hasn't sunk in that I will be taking one of the most major exams in my life THIS YEAR. NUS business is asking for AAA and right now, honestly, I am not confident of getting that grade. Especially for Chemistry which has always been something I don't really connect well too. Quite worried now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I worry for studies, I'm excited for the 3 concerts coming up! Really miss Reverie V also. All the hustle and bustle in the dressing rooms.. Last minute makeup touchups, costume changes, packed dinners.. Although the ride wasn't smooth (it never is), it was definitely worth it. The satifaction, the joy we get for performing in front of a 1000-strong audience. Just doing something you love with people you love, how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, was just wondering.. Why are some people happier than others? Is it because they have less troubles or is it because of the mere fact that they choose to look beyond that and actually attempt to look on the brighter side of things? I obviously bet on the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4054981576106216624?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4054981576106216624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4054981576106216624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4054981576106216624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4054981576106216624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-week-of-school-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7587784435686197813</id><published>2010-05-01T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:27:47.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovely Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day it was :) I know I sound like an annoying excessively-optimistic kid but I can't complain about today. Love the weekends, especially when I'm entitled to not do any work, though only for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, left the house with the family for a delectable madly delicious buffet brunch at Tung Lok Seafood Restaurant which is right above ECP Macs. It was dim sum plus all other cold dishes, hot dishes, desserts, etc etc. Ate so much and felt so satisfied. The company of 20+ of my dad's side family members made it even better. The giggly toddlers, the hungry teenagers, the gossipy adults, the satisfied elders.. typical family meal out. Love the food there I wanna go again it's damn worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the whole gang of us headed to Parkway which was just 5 mins away from ECP. Shopped abit then I left to head to Huixin's friend, Jes's, house to watch Bounty Hunter which was very lame so don't watch it. Don't really know her friend but she's rather nice and friendly :) Fell asleep on her bed after that cos I was damn tired from sneezing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left her house at around 7, then went to meet Jinyi for dinner at Eunos since I'd pass by her house on the way home from Hougang. Walao she said, 'One day if a tiger eats you up I think it won't be able to finish eating cos you got too much meat'. K I'm so going to try to eat less now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home. Currently 10pm. Still don't wanna do any work or study for the upcoming 3 tests. Will leave that to the next two days. wanna enjoy the rest of my sat still. Sis is going to Europe for 26 days. Damn shiok very envious.. But I know she'll have lots of fun there (: Can't wait for my grad trip too. After uni, I wanna get my close friends to go overseas too man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's all around today.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend break everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7587784435686197813?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7587784435686197813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7587784435686197813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7587784435686197813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7587784435686197813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovely-saturday-what-great-day-it-was-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-590117639923973652</id><published>2010-04-30T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:14:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer someone else up. So, so true. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck aside all concerns, all disappointment. I wanna devote my weekend to family, God and buffet treats. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are some people just plain oblivious? or that they really don't care. or that they know but don't put in the effort to correct things. i honestly don't quite comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy supper today with jinyi glad yi ai joyce ^^&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the random incoherent post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-590117639923973652?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/590117639923973652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=590117639923973652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/590117639923973652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/590117639923973652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-way-to-cheer-yourself-up-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7243445453100536582</id><published>2010-04-29T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:09:13.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like this feeling. I'm too sensitive for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;Part and parcel of being human. To feel left out from time to time.  Then suddenly that loneliness you feel vanishes the moment you realise that your good friends have always been there. (thank you zoi), ever-willing to stick by you.&lt;br /&gt;No no I'm no emo girl, just pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, megahouse tmr (: party!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7243445453100536582?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7243445453100536582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7243445453100536582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7243445453100536582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7243445453100536582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/drifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-9099442416461364575</id><published>2010-04-27T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:33:02.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard this song for the first time during worship last Sunday and I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;Jo said she used to hear this song in primary school and I finally found the song online :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are My All In All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my strength when I am weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the treasure that I seek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking You as a precious jewel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, to give up I'd be a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking my sin, my cross, my shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising up again I bless Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I fall down You pick me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am dry You fill my cup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, Lamb of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worthy is Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of loneliness, fear or sorrow, believe in nothing else but God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been great! Last weekend was fun with Duathlon where I spent the whole morning dispensing like 1000 cups of 100 plus for the runners with Gladys. But it was fun nonetheless :) At night I planned a mini-bday thing for huixin but many of them couldnt turn up and huixin eventually knew. Haha poor girl she had to act surprised on her bday celebration. Ate at subway with Huixin, Rachel, Ruby and Kim. Was fun we need to do this more often! Sunday went to church after such a long time (with concert/hw and all sucking my energy and time away). Worship was great. Love the songs. Then had lunch at Maxwell with family and Aunty Barbara and Aunty Sandra who came to visit us from Switzerland. They are HILARIOUS! Aunty Babs especially. And she is a national handball player in Switzerland, damn cool. They were pretty adventurous. Caucasians trying local dishes like dim sum and raw fish with porridge. (Best raw fish porridge is at Maxwell Food Centre in Chinatown it's the stall which always has a neverending queue but the fish is damnnnn  nice i swear) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks the end of my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Kay imma pack my room now byeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-9099442416461364575?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/9099442416461364575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=9099442416461364575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/9099442416461364575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/9099442416461364575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-this-song-for-first-time-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3787806738660245770</id><published>2010-04-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:02:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday, finallyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to pack my room and complete all my hw this weekend. But realised that I actually have alot of activities lined up for me this weekend. Duathlon. lunch with Aunty Barbara, church and the list goes on.. Hopefully can squeeze some time before church on sunday to do work. Jo, you want? (: Macs breakfast hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day but i'll sum up everything because I really need to sleep. Tmr we've to get to ECp at 6am. SIX AM!!! Freaking early la. But I hope duathlon will be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;K today,&lt;br /&gt;- Chem test was the shit. Graph like shit. Neck damn pain from looking down at the LT table the entire period!&lt;br /&gt;- Ate super alot. Currently eating twice as much as concert period..&lt;br /&gt;- Fell down a drain. Right leg stepped into a hole. Not pain at first but now it's starting to bruise up. Thanks Jo, Joyce and Leslie for pulling me up (:&lt;br /&gt;- Went to support birthday girl's match. She couldn't even see me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner and dessert with Pammy, Jo and Leslie. Played truth or dare too. I love my classmates alot really hope we'll stay in touch even after JC! I'm sure we will :) Anyway Leslie know a secret about me alr hohoho&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday girl walks me to the bus stop to go home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna turn in now. Have a great weekend everyone enjoy yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3787806738660245770?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3787806738660245770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3787806738660245770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3787806738660245770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3787806738660245770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-finallyyyyy-wanted-to-pack-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6160673207795820069</id><published>2010-04-21T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:40:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yet to blog about Reverie V, which was awesomeee really wanna thank all the dancers who made it possible, the exco, family and friends.. and the list goes on. Will blog a proper post on that soon. Cos I want17 April to always be a vivid memory that will forever be etched in my heart, never to be forgotten. And if I finally stop blogging here one day, I am gonna print every single one of my posts in hard copy for keepsake. So, I have almost no choice but to blog abt Reverie if I want it to remain as clear as possible in my memory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So post-Reverie. Wow. It's like Heaven and Earth. Not in a bad way though. It's just like almost every aspect of my life has changed. My diet, for one. Changed drastically. I've been eating carbs, carbs, fried stuff, yummy stuff, basically whatever I crave for. Let's just say I ate enough for the past three days to compensate for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dance at all this week, so I have plenty of time to catch up on my schoolwork which I've been lagging badly. You should see my homework list, it seems endless. But studied with Jinyi at Parkway yesterday and with Joyce and Jo today at Sing Post, and I managed to finish math tutorial 9 and 10, plus chem remedial hw. So a pat on my back for that (: Just that I need to do my Ionic Equilibria.. Oh well. Can do. Ate Yoshi and Koi milk tea yesterday! Happylets. Jinyi treated me to Koi cos she felt bad, why I shall not elaborate. Haha. Ate like 3 subway cookies today omg. Seriously need to start controlling what I eat otherwise I'll look like a balloon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also realised that I've been extraordinarily sleepy these day. I was supposed to do hw during H2 bio slots but I keep ending up sleeping the entire period away. I really have no idea why I'm this tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and career talk for RW was damn fun today! First time I am actually interested in a job. Interesting. Oh well. For now I shall just focus on my studies first. Need to start planning studying timetable for JCTs cos I don't wanna fail any subject and let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, gonna bathe and do chem hw now! Feel damn guaiiiiiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6160673207795820069?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6160673207795820069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6160673207795820069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6160673207795820069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6160673207795820069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-all-have-yet-to-blog-about-reverie-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3121146011027458739</id><published>2010-04-17T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:03:37.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17 April 2010, 1.03 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our effort boils down to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'll be able to remember and PERFORM all my steps tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And that's every single one of us will have the greatest time of our lives. Cos really, the satisfaction and excitement you get after performing in indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will go smoothly tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am very thankful for my pw results too. Daddy God rocks he answered my prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3121146011027458739?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3121146011027458739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3121146011027458739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3121146011027458739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3121146011027458739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-our-effort-boils-down-to-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3844607309965641027</id><published>2010-04-15T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:49:12.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dancer-holic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I picture myself dancing on stage in front of a 1000-strong audience,&lt;br /&gt;my heart stops beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get over this feeling. I need to pray with lots of faith that I'll be able to perform my heart out that night. Without fear, but full of confidence and passion for the pieces. I need to immerse myself in the music, the beat, the mood, the performance.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Believing is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you think you look silly, you will look silly.' - Miss W.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw away my face for that night and give whatever I've got.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I pray that all our PW results will be good. And that we'll get the A's we long for and deserve to have. In Jesus name I pray, Amen (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3844607309965641027?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3844607309965641027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3844607309965641027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3844607309965641027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3844607309965641027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/everytime-i-picture-myself-dancing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3180898097511988599</id><published>2010-04-13T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:50:09.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reverie V tickets are SOLD OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagged to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Doing full out for 4 items is already so draining. Plus backstage costume-change chaos makes it even crazier. I have no idea how nat manages 6 items omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMG where's my safety pants?!'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG WHERE'S MY SKIRT!'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG WHERE'S MY BUST AID/TIGHTS/FOOT THONGS!'&lt;br /&gt;Lost my safety shorts at the last min before grad night and i totally panicked. Gotta thank alicia for lending me hers. you saved my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overture's finally done! Really hope we can clean this item well before sat. As for the rest of the items, I'm enjoying myself in them. All for separate reasons. Grad Night cos it always get my energy and adrenaline pumping, almost lover because it is something that reaches deep into my heart and something I had a part to play in choreoraphing, and Pulse 'cos I love the energy, the people, the crazy fun sexy wackiness &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert is so, so near. I can sense the excitement, I can sense the anticpation. Really thank my friends for the support these few days.. Awfully thankful for the dancers too, they're an awesome bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 April, here we come. TJ Dance is gonna own the stage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3180898097511988599?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3180898097511988599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3180898097511988599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3180898097511988599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3180898097511988599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/reverie-v-tickets-are-sold-out-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5992897066841015036</id><published>2010-04-12T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:47:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happylets!&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to Reverie.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was da bomb today. MAJOR FUN! Love playing volleyball with Gladys Yeo omg hilarious max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk gotta pack stuff for full dress rehearsal and do econs tut now byeee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5992897066841015036?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5992897066841015036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5992897066841015036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5992897066841015036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5992897066841015036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/happylets-5-more-days-to-reverie.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-435157554073383044</id><published>2010-04-11T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:30:28.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that, you make me smile like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really bad day today. Just felt overwhelmed by emotions and started breaking down. I gotta thank Vi who was so nice, as usual, to lend my a shoulder to cry on. After letting it all out, taking a short nap in an unknown corner of the school, getting random msgs from dance ppl asking if i am okay, plus a call from heidi ho (whose comforting skills really cmi) haha but I felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance ended at 5pm today. Shagged ttm. Mentally and physically drained. Went to meet jinyi at bedok for awhile (cheered me up), then went to watch my cousin's 30-second drama performance damn funny, and had dinner with the fam at Tamp 1 - sth sth Imperial Restaurant. It's a chinese restaurant and I swear the food there is awesomeeee. Tasty congee. Juicy tender beef. Hot-from-the-pan desserts. Ahhh I felt like I was in heaven. My sis and I agreed that we'd die with no regrets just there and then cos we were having yummy food in the company of our loved ones. Whatever sadness/tiredness I felt the entire day was all worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Sunday. Busy day. I'll never get to rest till Reverie's over. But I'm sure everyone's feeling just as tired too. Jiayou everybody and add oil denise choo. Keep the faith up. I can do it, yes I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to keep reminding myself that all the effort that I am putting in now will eventually be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-435157554073383044?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/435157554073383044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=435157554073383044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/435157554073383044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/435157554073383044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-steal-away-rain-and-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3714355326499041853</id><published>2010-04-09T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:00:20.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN TIRED! went chinatown today with iyn yi nat and olivia to get the heels for myself and some of the dancers. omg dancing in heels suck although it makes my legs look longer. my heels broke after dancing for 10 mins luckily rui jun was nice enough to go bedok inter with me to get it mended by the cobbler. the uncle damn nice he wanted to go home alr but i told him i had to get it fixed by today then he stayed back to help me. aww so i paid 4 bucks and that's worth it for the safety of my anklesss which I cannot afford to do anything to it before next saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's final vetting. another 8 hours of dancing omg i am really shagged ttm alr. i wanna sleep for 24 hours. kk no energy to type further alr gonna bathe then pack stuff and go sleep alr. Goodnight world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3714355326499041853?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3714355326499041853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3714355326499041853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3714355326499041853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3714355326499041853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-tired-went-chinatown-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6493303257467808862</id><published>2010-04-07T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:17:30.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 more days. Just 9 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very tired nowadays cos I've been reaching home at like 10pm. Leaving my body completely drained from energy, my brain being absolutely reluctant to function. Don't even feel like doing homework these days. Except those for lamlam which I cannot not do. Besides that, once I come home. I just bathe and conk out and sleep to the next morning. And every morning as I step into the school, there is like only one purpose of coming to school - to dance. It has become my sole reason for coming to school these days. Besides my awesome classmates of course. Plus my so-called diet which is an attempt to lose my flab, it really sucks away all my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hang in there dancers! Just slightly more than a week, we'll be performing on THAT stage. That place. That night. Together. Just tahan whatever pain in your feet, ache in your calf, sweat dripping from your face, frustration in your mind.. Just hang in there for whatever it takes because it will be worth it! Mega super happy tjdance is so much bonded now it's undeniable that I'll miss pracs when concert ends. SO just enjoy yourselves during these last few pracs and put in your all we're gna blow the audience awayyy. I LOVE TJDANCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6493303257467808862?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6493303257467808862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6493303257467808862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6493303257467808862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6493303257467808862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7295420606025605183</id><published>2010-04-04T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:50:56.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if I sing you a song would you sing along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or wait till im gone, oh how we push and pull &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I give you my heart would you just play the part &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or tell me it’s the start of something beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am I catching up to you while your running away, to chase your dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe im not ready &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'll try for your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hide up above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will try for your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we’ve been hiding enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Try by Asher Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely in love with this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7295420606025605183?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7295420606025605183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7295420606025605183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7295420606025605183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7295420606025605183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-walk-would-you-run-if-i-stop-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-920009862488707603</id><published>2010-04-04T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:46:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos I've been waiting all my life, for someone just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Ultimate, Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456200513116355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7hRdV-aufI/AAAAAAAAGGE/yCAnDyt6toM/s400/25401_379543410666_725820666_4254763_5462462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup homies! Feeling some highness now cos yst was awesome. Despite the fact that we dance 9 hours nonstop and only had like 45min break in between, it was enjoyable nonetheless. Managed to remember all my steps during vetting so kudos to me for that! Have been worrying abt Grad Night steps cos I somehow just keep getting everything mixed up, but after repeating the sequence over and over again in my head and even in my dreams last night, finally got the hung of it! Yeah, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love the dancers. They're awesummmm! All so fun and outgoing, nice, caring, and not bitchy or annoying love that ttm. Of course, if you exclude CL for the annoying part. Haha but he has undeniably brought us much laughter in his retarded ways although we hate it when he talks abt pervertic stuff. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided on what I wanna wear for yan's item. But I just need to try and piece everything together to make sure it works. After dance, we went to city plaza with the dancers to get footwear and costumes. Hahaha hilarious man, they kept going 'eh this is a kinky shop!' 'there! another kinky shop!'. Found the tube I wanted to get to but didn't get it cos I'm afraid tubes may slide off while dancing and I don't want a waldrobe malfunction in the midst of Reverie V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 7 of us hungry dancers went to Charis's house for her bday party. Really starving from dancin lah omg. Never felt so hungry before. Dinner was yummmmyyyyyyy I ate so much. Bye Midriff, I'll work towards seeing you again soon. Although you weren't really there in the first place. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun at the party! We just talked alot of nonsense, laughed alot, ate alot, played some really fun boardgames and went crazy, played twister, took video parodies of our own concert items (funny ttm) hahaha! Love you dancers who were there last night i.e. Pammy, Yan, Nat, Reuben, Vi, Ade, Iyn Yi and bday girl Charis. Very blessed to be part of the TjDance familyyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i think I am becoming more blur now. Banged my head against the wall last night (so loudly that I screamed so loud until my whole family heard), banged my head against the window this morning and banged my hip against the sofa like one hour ago. Tsk, bruises everywhere. B-b-b bruises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ate so much this morning for breakfast cos I was in a very good mood after sleeping 10 hours! Damn shiok. And I love waking up to nice messages by my friends. What a lovely way to start my day :) Alrighty, gtg now byeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-920009862488707603?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/920009862488707603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=920009862488707603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/920009862488707603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/920009862488707603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/cos-ive-been-waiting-all-my-life-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7hRdV-aufI/AAAAAAAAGGE/yCAnDyt6toM/s72-c/25401_379543410666_725820666_4254763_5462462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7075108927932894768</id><published>2010-04-02T00:50:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:34:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Track &amp;amp; Field Meet 2010 / April Fools Day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455532770946209698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XyJojAV6I/AAAAAAAAGF8/aO_wS5_hdyc/s400/25382_354662508077_637548077_3126169_4221337_n.jpg" /&gt;18/09 peeps + Paddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455531764928936034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XxPE1y-GI/AAAAAAAAGFs/syB8Wt7_etk/s400/25382_354662103077_637548077_3126096_4394765_n.jpg" /&gt; Me, Diane, Gladys and Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455531742560487666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XxNxgviPI/AAAAAAAAGFk/3MBXe4v7jHM/s400/25382_354662738077_637548077_3126211_4274171_n.jpg" /&gt;Jinyi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455531729381073250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XxNAahoWI/AAAAAAAAGFc/FJ8HCtx1w24/s400/25382_354662713077_637548077_3126206_7034544_n.jpg" /&gt;Me, Joyce, Jinyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XxMlLwaEI/AAAAAAAAGFU/S0M5whpMzqM/s1600/25382_354662653077_637548077_3126194_8327821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455531722071369794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XxMlLwaEI/AAAAAAAAGFU/S0M5whpMzqM/s400/25382_354662653077_637548077_3126194_8327821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahmed and I. My eyes so big! :0&lt;br /&gt;End of cool DSLR photos by Diane now it's digital camera photos by yours truly. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0Gphg06I/AAAAAAAAGFM/QQUdLAJlKQE/s1600/P1080722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455394181203678114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0Gphg06I/AAAAAAAAGFM/QQUdLAJlKQE/s400/P1080722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scheming in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0GIeqcPI/AAAAAAAAGFE/MuQ9DPUmRlI/s1600/P1080724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455394172333355250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0GIeqcPI/AAAAAAAAGFE/MuQ9DPUmRlI/s400/P1080724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wiping off the original oreo cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0FWkSR_I/AAAAAAAAGE8/LdAtK92Cw5g/s1600/P1080726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455394158935164914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0FWkSR_I/AAAAAAAAGE8/LdAtK92Cw5g/s400/P1080726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Replacing it with Colgate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0E2f866I/AAAAAAAAGE0/GUykLQU7D4s/s1600/P1080733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455394150327053218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7V0E2f866I/AAAAAAAAGE0/GUykLQU7D4s/s400/P1080733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gladys and Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw_Zdb40I/AAAAAAAAGEs/uEoaUjXR5qk/s1600/P1080734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455390758097642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw_Zdb40I/AAAAAAAAGEs/uEoaUjXR5qk/s400/P1080734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joyce and I with our bag of cookies for pranking hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw-z5lfpI/AAAAAAAAGEk/1gyTw2-UevU/s1600/P1080736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455390748015165074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw-z5lfpI/AAAAAAAAGEk/1gyTw2-UevU/s400/P1080736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iyn yi, Vi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw-LIdBbI/AAAAAAAAGEc/ZnaBXdQjA_s/s1600/P1080739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455390737071670706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw-LIdBbI/AAAAAAAAGEc/ZnaBXdQjA_s/s400/P1080739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lol the 3 climbers Ahmed, Clement and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw9h-H_wI/AAAAAAAAGEU/S_G90A-D9rU/s1600/P1080740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455390726022496002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vw9h-H_wI/AAAAAAAAGEU/S_G90A-D9rU/s400/P1080740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dance junior for 4 years and counting. She fell for my cookie prank.'Why so minty one.. ' LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp12nST4I/AAAAAAAAGEM/UeV66uMZuCc/s1600/P1080741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382897543499650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp12nST4I/AAAAAAAAGEM/UeV66uMZuCc/s400/P1080741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diane with her pro camera and Leslie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp1ZB0iaI/AAAAAAAAGEE/R--ti5exhyY/s1600/P1080745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382889601730978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp1ZB0iaI/AAAAAAAAGEE/R--ti5exhyY/s400/P1080745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid shot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp00t2LeI/AAAAAAAAGD8/qTGC6fDp6Mw/s1600/P1080747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382879854276066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp00t2LeI/AAAAAAAAGD8/qTGC6fDp6Mw/s400/P1080747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool sia. See my leg muscle line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp0VUU5YI/AAAAAAAAGD0/KuK_iMVimiE/s1600/P1080748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382871425738114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vp0VUU5YI/AAAAAAAAGD0/KuK_iMVimiE/s400/P1080748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cynthia cutest house capt ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VpzyJLlbI/AAAAAAAAGDs/-ga9VfotipM/s1600/P1080749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382861983749554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VpzyJLlbI/AAAAAAAAGDs/-ga9VfotipM/s400/P1080749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paddy pad pad she really looks like a tk doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm7roXiJI/AAAAAAAAGDk/4er7cAqD-7A/s1600/P1080751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455379699139578002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm7roXiJI/AAAAAAAAGDk/4er7cAqD-7A/s400/P1080751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Inez and Gen with Frolick yogurts. 'Happy bday Denise!!!' was hilarious max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm7P7qM5I/AAAAAAAAGDc/dfhuTWvJ_6Y/s1600/P1080755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455379691704300434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm7P7qM5I/AAAAAAAAGDc/dfhuTWvJ_6Y/s400/P1080755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I look weird here. Joyce said she looks like cancer patient lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm6oH3_tI/AAAAAAAAGDU/-snlvadxzuU/s1600/P1080762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455379681018117842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm6oH3_tI/AAAAAAAAGDU/-snlvadxzuU/s400/P1080762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love pammy :) she looks so cute here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm6CB--UI/AAAAAAAAGDM/lCjsngyeJQc/s1600/P1080763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455379670792862018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm6CB--UI/AAAAAAAAGDM/lCjsngyeJQc/s400/P1080763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahmed, Jo and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm5iIW28I/AAAAAAAAGDE/T6a1IgmDD_A/s1600/P1080764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455379662229658562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Vm5iIW28I/AAAAAAAAGDE/T6a1IgmDD_A/s400/P1080764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahmed Khalil Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhMTkdYZI/AAAAAAAAGC8/Jz6Crnf8wcg/s1600/P1080766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373387668742546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhMTkdYZI/AAAAAAAAGC8/Jz6Crnf8wcg/s400/P1080766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ment and I. I think his shoes look like spiderman shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhL3eDrwI/AAAAAAAAGC0/dKRO8kkvV00/s1600/P1080767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373380125699842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhL3eDrwI/AAAAAAAAGC0/dKRO8kkvV00/s400/P1080767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very angry with Jinyi on that day I can't rmb why haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhLSyBolI/AAAAAAAAGCs/HMDns5ESvNo/s1600/P1080768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373370277339730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhLSyBolI/AAAAAAAAGCs/HMDns5ESvNo/s400/P1080768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahmed, Jinyi, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhK8q_46I/AAAAAAAAGCk/5GdLIXm1ya4/s1600/P1080770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373364342285218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhK8q_46I/AAAAAAAAGCk/5GdLIXm1ya4/s400/P1080770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look like POW (prisoner of war)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhKQq6biI/AAAAAAAAGCc/OCDpjd2SlLg/s1600/P1080779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373352530767394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VhKQq6biI/AAAAAAAAGCc/OCDpjd2SlLg/s400/P1080779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love dancers!! Noelle the poodle, Me, Nicole D and Sheilalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VenYz1fVI/AAAAAAAAGCU/zfS72k31Ezk/s1600/P1080781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370554396998994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VenYz1fVI/AAAAAAAAGCU/zfS72k31Ezk/s400/P1080781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spastic much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VenAmNgzI/AAAAAAAAGCM/l2zxS9Oy-7U/s1600/P1080784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370547897402162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VenAmNgzI/AAAAAAAAGCM/l2zxS9Oy-7U/s400/P1080784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All obsessed with Gladys monopoly card game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VemWFP0QI/AAAAAAAAGCE/-RPKDQUEGBs/s1600/P1080786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370536484851970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VemWFP0QI/AAAAAAAAGCE/-RPKDQUEGBs/s400/P1080786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Velzg3slI/AAAAAAAAGB8/FAkLMFVo2iU/s1600/P1080789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370527205470802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Velzg3slI/AAAAAAAAGB8/FAkLMFVo2iU/s400/P1080789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VelcirsII/AAAAAAAAGB0/HS6FV31atkA/s1600/P1080790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370521039057026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VelcirsII/AAAAAAAAGB0/HS6FV31atkA/s400/P1080790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdP7sflOI/AAAAAAAAGBs/go6QYGaFPDM/s1600/P1080793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455369051932955874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdP7sflOI/AAAAAAAAGBs/go6QYGaFPDM/s400/P1080793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby of tj dance club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdPvrKNgI/AAAAAAAAGBk/yQXB9CKrtzM/s1600/P1080792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455369048706135554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdPvrKNgI/AAAAAAAAGBk/yQXB9CKrtzM/s400/P1080792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mashimaro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdPDyJBXI/AAAAAAAAGBc/0Xe8j4Zrgw0/s1600/P1080796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455369036924257650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdPDyJBXI/AAAAAAAAGBc/0Xe8j4Zrgw0/s400/P1080796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel seah love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdOrCe29I/AAAAAAAAGBU/VUULVNvJIGY/s1600/P1080797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455369030281911250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdOrCe29I/AAAAAAAAGBU/VUULVNvJIGY/s400/P1080797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FUNNY CLOSE-UP SHOT #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdOPS60dI/AAAAAAAAGBM/rHUcWpG11Ts/s1600/P1080798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455369022834659794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VdOPS60dI/AAAAAAAAGBM/rHUcWpG11Ts/s400/P1080798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FUNNY CLOSE-UP SHOT #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcDXgoSxI/AAAAAAAAGBE/t2kwAsIGpk4/s1600/P1080799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455367736549460754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcDXgoSxI/AAAAAAAAGBE/t2kwAsIGpk4/s400/P1080799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FUNNY CLOSE-UP SHOT #3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcDENkZtI/AAAAAAAAGA8/jEUxcIG0e-Y/s1600/P1080801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455367731369240274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcDENkZtI/AAAAAAAAGA8/jEUxcIG0e-Y/s400/P1080801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring while the rest were playing ball games and card games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcCfW5BVI/AAAAAAAAGA0/JE1z4mCf95c/s1600/P1080806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455367721476228434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcCfW5BVI/AAAAAAAAGA0/JE1z4mCf95c/s400/P1080806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just about to jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcCMJSwoI/AAAAAAAAGAs/uULcOlmu4bc/s1600/P1080807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455367716318921346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcCMJSwoI/AAAAAAAAGAs/uULcOlmu4bc/s400/P1080807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our honeymoon shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcBXTb2WI/AAAAAAAAGAk/R3G4vV9G7DI/s1600/P1080809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455367702134380898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VcBXTb2WI/AAAAAAAAGAk/R3G4vV9G7DI/s400/P1080809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peace, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va6igpC4I/AAAAAAAAGAc/-Z47XjnMW60/s1600/P1080811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366485371849602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va6igpC4I/AAAAAAAAGAc/-Z47XjnMW60/s400/P1080811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiss my first daughter syaffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va6ff-e9I/AAAAAAAAGAU/ZgXe1xp2260/s1600/P1080813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366484563753938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va6ff-e9I/AAAAAAAAGAU/ZgXe1xp2260/s400/P1080813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ade and Sheila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va5xmHrqI/AAAAAAAAGAM/yVavMJFul3Q/s1600/P1080817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366472241491618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va5xmHrqI/AAAAAAAAGAM/yVavMJFul3Q/s400/P1080817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va5c0PT4I/AAAAAAAAGAE/zVutWX5AnVA/s1600/P1080820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366466663567234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va5c0PT4I/AAAAAAAAGAE/zVutWX5AnVA/s400/P1080820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 batch of dancers! J1, J2, J3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va4y5ax6I/AAAAAAAAF_8/CmQimUsWavY/s1600/P1080821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366455411001250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7Va4y5ax6I/AAAAAAAAF_8/CmQimUsWavY/s400/P1080821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Reubz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ6XfsBiI/AAAAAAAAF_0/1UWb8h6f6AU/s1600/P1080822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365382903432738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ6XfsBiI/AAAAAAAAF_0/1UWb8h6f6AU/s400/P1080822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poodle, Inez, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ56TRw8I/AAAAAAAAF_s/O6U3fD8T5U4/s1600/P1080829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365375066751938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ56TRw8I/AAAAAAAAF_s/O6U3fD8T5U4/s400/P1080829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ5ZnwecI/AAAAAAAAF_k/C6-POxu2XFQ/s1600/P1080830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365366294280642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ5ZnwecI/AAAAAAAAF_k/C6-POxu2XFQ/s400/P1080830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gayness reloaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ46YtiuI/AAAAAAAAF_c/EBf2CjcbYOs/s1600/P1080832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365357909674722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ46YtiuI/AAAAAAAAF_c/EBf2CjcbYOs/s400/P1080832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nat and I :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ3zOMAfI/AAAAAAAAF_U/nFvu1lqFZY8/s1600/P1080834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365338806616562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7VZ3zOMAfI/AAAAAAAAF_U/nFvu1lqFZY8/s400/P1080834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pepper Lunch for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRSxNpwHI/AAAAAAAAF_M/cK1JYOgH2Y8/s1600/P1080835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215169030963314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRSxNpwHI/AAAAAAAAF_M/cK1JYOgH2Y8/s400/P1080835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hx dropped by Parkway to see me! (and sha and par lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRSFPS4SI/AAAAAAAAF_E/GihUNN5YXFs/s1600/P1080838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215157226692898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRSFPS4SI/AAAAAAAAF_E/GihUNN5YXFs/s400/P1080838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our meeting #2. What was our target for this year ah? Five? I think can hit target :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRRt761gI/AAAAAAAAF-8/stH29YIluHc/s1600/P1080840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215150971409922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRRt761gI/AAAAAAAAF-8/stH29YIluHc/s400/P1080840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Sal and Par!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRRGdfvgI/AAAAAAAAF-0/L1tOiJ-0Utk/s1600/P1080842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215140374822402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRRGdfvgI/AAAAAAAAF-0/L1tOiJ-0Utk/s400/P1080842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just realised I look damn ugly on Huixin's wallpaper. Look like a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRQTvb2qI/AAAAAAAAF-s/c17hCZCB3dI/s1600/P1080843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215126759856802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7TRQTvb2qI/AAAAAAAAF-s/c17hCZCB3dI/s400/P1080843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks like a kid lah. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay end of picture post! Today was very fun went to bugis, then Peninsular then Far East to shop for costume with the dancers. Didn't buy anything for the item in the end but I'm pretty sure what I will be wearing for her item alr. Hope it'll look nice! Ooh and I bought a new haversack from Peninsular damn cheap and nice! 9 bucks only. If you ever wanna buy cheap backpacks with nice prints then go peninsular :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the studio at Tao Nan for prac. Very productive prac and it was damn fun too. I love the dancers in this item they're really fun to be with! Me, Nat, Yan, Nicole D, Nura, Ade, Mark, CL, Dicky, Kenny, Dx and Reuben. 6 girls and 6 guys ^^  Experimented with new steps today and we finally decided to bare our midriffs haha it wasn't as bad as I thought! haha the guys did with us for a while too so we won't feel awkward. And we danced till Kenny's nose bled lol damn funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think dancing is one of the most beautiful thing in the world. The art of dancing itself. The whole process of practising steps, perfecting it, mastering every single angle, every single expression and putting your heart and soul into the dance itself is just an absolutely magnificent feeling. When a dancer is able to fully immerse every single inch of her body, every little emotion she has inside him or her into the dance, it's simply beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this I'd never try my hand at Hiphop cos I've always been a contempory dancer. But it's fun! Learnt alot :) I've never tried choreographing too so I'm really lucky to have a ballet pro like nat to help me. It's really not easy to choreograph. Damn time-consuming and damn tired to keep repeating and repeating till you find a step you like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 more days to Reverie V, the big day, the big NIGHT. The night we've all been waiting for, training hard for. It's so close to us now. Dance practices are starting to get more intensive. I really wanna put in my best, enjoy myself on that night and also be the best dancer I can be. It's a memory all of us dancers will share. Very excited, it has been a constant on my mind. Even during lectures, I'd be thinking of the costumes, the set-up, and Pam will be doodling pictures of Almost Lover and the dance boots on her lecture notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, come 17 April 2010, all our efforts will be worth it. Every single drop of sweat, tear, thirst, determination. Reverie V will be The Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12669189-7075108927932894768?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7075108927932894768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7075108927932894768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7075108927932894768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7075108927932894768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/track-field-meet-2010-april-fools-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S7XyJojAV6I/AAAAAAAAGF8/aO_wS5_hdyc/s72-c/25382_354662508077_637548077_3126169_4221337_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3477398953705433924</id><published>2010-04-02T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:41:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg fb is taking yearsssssss to upload the photos it's really annoying so I decided to blog instead. What a long day it was. Fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back my papers. Surprisingly didn't do as bad as I thought for bio cos I missed out on two major chapters while studying. It's still a fail but I'm happy I finally nailed the genetic diagram question 10.5 out of 11 marks whoooo thanks mark!! (pun unintended) he taught me during math tuition. haha. got back math results too. didn't expect to do well and i really didn't do well. but this setback is really stirring in me the desire to want to do better for the next exam.&lt;br /&gt;so imma put on my geek specs and start studying (if i can ever squeeze out time from dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track&amp;amp;field meet was today so we had half-day off lessons! Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with dancers and joyce and gladys opp school and I felt like I was suddenly released from dieting jail, I hungrily devoured the bowl of yong tau foo with fried wanton and mayo. Omg. Damn nice. Haha then Joyce, Glad and I went to buy oreo cookies and colgate to prank the others hehe! And meanwhile I smsed jinyi that i fell down, was bleeding and cannot walk hahaha she fell for it. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw joyce glad and I then hid in the toilet haha spent like 10mins wiping off the oreo cream and replacing it with colgate hahahaha the toilet aunty kept saying 'ni men lang fei shi wu leh'. but oh well it's april fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victims of our cookie prank: iyn yi, jiaying and yi ai. Omg damn hilarious iyn yi ate and said it tasted nice! and jiaying omg she put the entire cookie in her mouth then she chew chew chew and finally said 'WHY SO MINTY ONE.' Haha by then I cannot tahan burst out laughing alr. Anw walao don't know why the rest, like leslie, nat, jinyi and jolene all didnt want to eat the oreo normally they'll flock to free food lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading was quite good this year! Wanted to see jy's magic trick but quite sad it didnt work out as planned. oh well, im sure they had fun still :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually almost the entire time of track and field meet i was either just chatting and laughing with gladys and joyce, camwhoring with mine and diane's camera, and camwhoring with sheilalalala who is my new daughter :) she is really like a baby lah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and funny incident #2 while i was talking to gladys and joyce at the gallery there, gen and inez suddenly came up to me and went 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE!! WE BOUGHT YOU YOGHURT!!!' Hahahaha ultimate joke la they gave me like one cup of frolick yoghurt with two toppings shiok sia plus it's not even my bday after that then they realised that the fb bday notification that they saw was DENISE KHOO. i don't even know who is denise khoo. hahaha but oh well thanks denise khoo cos of you i get free yoghurt:) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sportsmeet went for dinner with nat and gladys at pp. yummy i had pepper lunch!!! so shiok sia sigh i love food. told you today i was released from dieting jail. tmr going back alr. after dinner went to meet paddy to study but we ended up talking instead. and i also met sal, par and sha at mos! and ho huixin came to pp to say hi to us also. this is meeting number what alr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. alright my eyes are closing very soon. search for costume and dance prac tmr. byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3477398953705433924?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3477398953705433924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3477398953705433924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3477398953705433924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3477398953705433924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-omg-fb-is-taking-yearsssssss-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7123106581212841733</id><published>2010-04-01T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:38:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walao stupid yan went to tell me and a few other dancers that she fell and sprained her ankle scared she cannot dance for Reverie. somemore fake that she go A&amp;amp;E somemore! Then at 12am she said it's an april fools joke -.- But not bad eh, the first prank that I got and I didn't fall for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the shit, I GAINED WEIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;Gained 1.8kg despitte all my dieting. ultimate fail. hahaha i think cos i keep ending up eating sandwich before dance cos i scared i faint. nvm, i shall stick to my goal. just 2 more weeks. endurance is all i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling rather shitty today but thankq leslie aka daddy for writing such a nice msg on my wallpaper! and thanks auntie jinyi who bought me orange juice when i was damn stressed during dance. really quite stressed cos i kept mixing up the steps and argh i just hate it when im the only one screwing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for academics. i studied but just didn't finish that one last lap of revision and hence i wasn't really prepared for any of the papers. cos of that, i am not even sure if i can pass my 4 subjects. Failed chem, getting back math tmr. I know I screwed math up already so I realy hope to brush all disappointment aside and start anew. This shall be my wakeup call, hopefully it'll keep me awake till A'Levels.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start planning my time well. I need to start having a certain level of discipline in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance has indeed been taking alot of time these few days but I know that once reverie ends, i'll really miss all the pracs we're having now. well well, gotta remind myself to live for the moment. not for the past, but for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.31am and i can't sleeppppp ahhh someone sing me a lullaby please.&lt;br /&gt;edit// hahaha jinyi just called and she was half asleep i swear she sounded like a ghost. but then again, i don't know how ghost sound like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7123106581212841733?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7123106581212841733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7123106581212841733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7123106581212841733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7123106581212841733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/04/walao-stupid-yan-went-to-tell-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1405915513492853911</id><published>2010-03-29T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:50:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is meant to be a picture post.&lt;br /&gt;I got a million and one photos to upload actually.&lt;br /&gt;Dance prac pics. Mos burger pics with Jo and Mark. Starbucks pics with Faith. Steamboat pics. Sis's bday pics. Haji Lane pics.&lt;br /&gt;All overdue haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i'll post when I have alot of time one day. and that day will only come after Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;Kk thsi post very meaningless. Gonna sleep now bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1405915513492853911?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1405915513492853911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1405915513492853911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1405915513492853911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1405915513492853911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-meant-to-be-picture-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-8662738054466828499</id><published>2010-03-29T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:02:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to post this entry last night but I gave up trying to multitask between talking to jinyi on the phone and blogging simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anw just finished this entry so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started off bad at first. With mummy scolding me for not packing my stuff, then tripping and breaking my sandals so I had to get a new pair on the spot, then my soya bean milk also spilled. Plus I was broke. Have been spending so much lately on I don't know what. the cash just disappears.. Oh well on the bright side of things, sermon was damn funny today omg jo and i couldnt stop laughing. felt so bad tried to bite my lip to control my laughter. pastor wanted to say 'heavenly realms' but he kept saying hamly rems hamly rems and 'our hamly father'. hahaha. super retarded but anyway i loved the worship songs today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Holy is the Lord. God almighty. The earth is filled with his glory'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad morning and a really tough week but once I stepped into church and heard the songs playing,my heart and mind felt so at ease. it's like i'm being called home, stepping into a place where I can leave all my troubles all my worries onto His everlasting arms. and having complete trust in it. the feeling is really so so great. almost indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then after church we met pam to shop at bugis street/haji lane. spent all my money at bugis street but i love all my buys. they turned out really nice when i tried them on at home, so phew! now i just need a chance to actually wear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Chem results. Got a U. Did badly but I expected myself to get below 30 so luckily that didn't come true. well a U is still a U and I'm going to take this as a lesson and not leave revision to last minute again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay school was very boring today. plus I was so sleepy cos last night somebody don't let me sleep. my eyes closed already but my mouth still open talking. haha maybe i was sleeptalking sub-consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is filled with one thing currently. Reverie. Anticipation, excitement, worry, anxiousness are but some of the multitude of feelings that this concert has been giving me. It's just next next saturday. Classmates are coming, family's coming, sec school friends are coming. the pressure is really spurring me on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been spending alot of time with the dancers lately and i think they really are an awesome nice fun bunch :) ppl like vi and eileen are really genuinely nice and ppl like cl make me laugh nonstop.. a whole mass of us celebrating our passion and love for dance together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk imma get offline. gonna blog less already. ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-8662738054466828499?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8662738054466828499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=8662738054466828499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8662738054466828499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8662738054466828499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/wanted-to-post-this-entry-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4763209374379499181</id><published>2010-03-26T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:03:00.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching a breather :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced from 9am-5pm today. Of course, with a lunch break in between (i ate cai fun without rice- only order toufu and vegetables and mushroom leh so unlike me right!). Freaking tired but still, had fun. Haha I got back and got a minor sweat rash on my chest, like those kind that I get when I go for overnight camps. But I'm sure it'll be gone tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance I went to swim at my aunt's house which is 2 bus stops away from mine. Brought dessert for my grandma she so cut take like 2 mins to open the door haha. Haha anw I swam at like 8pm so for the first half an hour, I had the entire pool to myself :D Then people started streaming in, my mind was fixated on concert and how the items would look like on stage. So I just swam swam for around 1 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to rest by the baby pool by myself. It was damn shiok. Love the serene, peaceful feeling. Just a few days back I'd be cramming notes into my brain last min. But now I just lay by the pool, looked up at the night sky. The moon wasn't nicely round but it was particularly bright. And I counted, there were 29 stars in the night sky :) I closed my eyes and started listening to my breathing. Used to do that in ballet hehe. So therapeutic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after swimming I just came home without bathing. Haha took the bus with like wet-swimming pool hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm happy cos the usually-not-very-sweet ho hui xin finally said something nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha from now on I shall call her jack&amp;amp;the bean stalk cos she looks like jack but anw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this convo might seem very ordinary but..&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'i didnt know you still read my blog leh'&lt;br /&gt;Hx: 'that's how i keep up w things going on in your life if you decide not to talk to me anymore one day'&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'aww i hope that day will not come'&lt;br /&gt;Hx: 'i don't want that day to come'&lt;br /&gt;Eh you know how difficult it is for ho hui xin to say this kind of things anot? Very, very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's why I decided to post this up.&lt;br /&gt;Anw gna sleep now tmr dancing from 8-11am, tuition from 12.30-1.30pm then going back for vetting at 2-4m. Hiong much. Ok nighty nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4763209374379499181?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4763209374379499181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4763209374379499181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4763209374379499181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4763209374379499181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-breather-danced-from-9am-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7313531859070940843</id><published>2010-03-25T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:16:24.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freedom tastes so sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 25marks for Math, but gained my freedom back. Good trade? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather eventful day. First was Math of course. Horror of horrors absolutely hate it when I can't do part a then the rest of the question cannot do already. lose 12 marks just like that, a level how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywww right after math we had exco meeting to discuss concert stuff. it was quite hilarious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to bugis to get stuff from the costume shops with Iyn Yi, Adeline and Nat. Haha I think the exco should do out together more often, it'll be fun! Can't wait for JTS this year heh heh I wanna go to the Universal Studios! We had lunch together after settling dance stuff, then trained back to school for yan's item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE SHIT NEXT WEEK ONWARDS PRACTICES CAN ONLY WEAR SPORTS BRA ALONE OR WEAR SHIRT BUT TUCK IN SO IT BECOMES HALF-SHIRT. Very very motivated to lose my fats now omg it's like reality check. And you know dancers all quite slim one.. Sigh. Cos of this I successfully skipped dinner today. Dance tmr, and the day after tmr too. It's tiring but I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw back to my lose weight plan (3 weeks diet) - I'm going to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat as little fried stuff as possible (wanted to say none at all but that's highly impossible)&lt;br /&gt;2. Half the amount of carbs&lt;br /&gt;3.No more snacking&lt;br /&gt;4.Go jogging with Ahmed or whoever wants to jog with me in school&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a girdle. You know those really tight strappy stuff that you wear around your waist to make it smaller? I saw it at some aunty shop near church and I'm going to get it if it's below 25bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really serious abt losing weight this time.. If can please be nice and don't tempt me with deep fried yong tau fu stuff and don't call me fat/crash my hopes of losing weight. This goes to anyone and everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyw, so we danced till around 4plus then went to VJ to see/support TJ-VJ soccer match. Saw huixin haha she damn funny wear black specs then shorts so long. Anw bet she very excited to see me even though she denies it (hahaha hope you not reading this). Then got a soccer guy bleed like shit. Freaky. Blood-stained sleeves and like freshblood-covered forehead. This is why I can't be a doctor cos when I see these kinda thing my heart just aches and cringe. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to watch Alice in the Wonderland with Jo (see I put your name first leh), Joyce, Pam, Mark, Hakim and Ad. Hahaha very fun :)) Didn't expect anything much for themovie so I went in with really low expectations or even none at all. I seldom enjoy movies I always find myself waiting for it to end. But this movie damn funny! I laughed like shitt hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fat boys!!'&lt;br /&gt;'I need a pig'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol funny quotes go watch and you'll know. Actually the evil queen is my favourite character in the movie. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we camwhored at this place I intro. I'm quite good in my recommendations right :) Haha damn funny&lt;br /&gt;Ad: 'Mark, how do you act girly?'&lt;br /&gt;Mark (saying in a very matter-of-fact way) : 'Uh.. You just. Bring out your inner slut'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha lmao. Quite hilarious also 'cos I asked all of them to dress nice for movie. I even bet Mark then Hakim will comfirm turn up in checkered shirt and black berms cos that's what he alw wears for pw. Hahaha but hakim wear like go wedding dinner like that! Anw they all dressed up but I turned up in house shirt and fbts :) Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk very tired now dance at 9am tmr. I need to do exco meeting minutes before I zzzzz also so i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Nights world and have a great weekend ahead y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7313531859070940843?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7313531859070940843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7313531859070940843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7313531859070940843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7313531859070940843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom-tastes-so-sweet-lost-25marks.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7303014320558927908</id><published>2010-03-24T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:50:04.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quotes Paddy,&lt;br /&gt;' Say somemore and I'll PUNCH YOUR BREAST.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I swear I could die laughing when I heard that. All-girls school lingo. But even my school doesn't use it in such a literal way. Econs/Bio was damn bad yesterday and everyone ran off after the exams. Was walking to the bus stop alone when she called. Anw she was very sweet she missed at least 5 buses so that she could take bus home with me. In return, I gave her a mos fries voucher haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw it's wednesday. one day before the end of mcts.&lt;br /&gt;Gp was bad. Econs wasn't good. Bio missed 2 chapters. Chem screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. This is really badddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but last paper tmr, I sense freedom I sense joy I sense happiness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really quite excited to start dancing again. It's really something I've always loved :) Although vetting's very soon but ahhhh we can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7303014320558927908?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7303014320558927908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7303014320558927908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7303014320558927908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7303014320558927908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/quotes-paddy-say-somemore-and-ill-punch.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6314621710126988435</id><published>2010-03-20T09:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:38:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR MCTS TO END.\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk just a short post before I start memorising bio again(sigh im taking damn long to memorise). This week passed me by like a bullet train. Before I know it's, it's saturday alr. SATURDAY!! One and a half more days till mcts start. I still have tons of chapter left and yet i am still doing nonsensical things like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been studying with Jo the past few days. Today also. Yesterday damn funny we ate the exact same meals. Breakfast- McGriddles, Lunch- Ipoh Hor Fun, Dinner - Cheeseburger Meal. Drink also the same- Double Choc Frappe mhmmm yum. 2 McDonald meals in a day I'm gonna have a cardiac arrest soon and dieeee. Then we saw Cynthia and Chuming. Kept looking at them, very distracting lah lol. I bet they knew I was looking also hahaha then jolene and i try to act couple like them but OBVIOUSLY FAIL lah act couple with a poodle i can die tomorrow. Hahahhaa joking joking jolene gonna kill me soon. Speaking of jo,&lt;br /&gt;she pronounces 'Ala Carte' as 'Ala CARTAY'. Hahaha i was like 'what the shit is ala cartay??!!!'&lt;br /&gt;funny max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, freaking scary can last night half of the back of my ear stud got stuck midway through my earhole cannot come out. My sis was like 'FASTER CALL MUMMY!!!! LOOKS DAMN SCARY!!!' Haha but I am so calm and collected can I bravely went to the mirror and yank the whole thing out by myself without the help of my mothership. Bravo, Denise. I am in awe of how calm I am sometimes. :D sometimes la, not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok going back to Nucleic Acid Gel Electrophoresis now.&lt;br /&gt;All you people stalking my blog (ahem jo) what are you doing online faster go study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me dance like a fool. Forget how to breathe. Shine like gold buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild. Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Smile by Uncle Kracker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6314621710126988435?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6314621710126988435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6314621710126988435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6314621710126988435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6314621710126988435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-wait-for-mcts-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2668110089429593193</id><published>2010-03-17T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:56:38.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, the same thing happened to me as it did three years ago. Three years ago, I'd break down, cry myself to sleep and feel like the world was going to end. I felt a sense of loss. Today, my heart stopped for a millisecond, then it returned to normal. I felt a strange and unanticipated sense of calmness, nonetheless a bit of disappointment lurking somewhere in my heart. The world doesn't stop for us, people change, we just gotta hold on tight to the ride, and learn to let go sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, to hhx if you're reading this (i doubt you are but anyway), thank you for being here for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2668110089429593193?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2668110089429593193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2668110089429593193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2668110089429593193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2668110089429593193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-same-thing-happened-to-me-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5292702085345571864</id><published>2010-03-14T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:38:15.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI HI HI HOWDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's probably the only time I'm entitled to slack in my march hols cos I'm at my aunt's hse for steamboat dinner :) Diet plans all ruined. Ate so much beef and fish with shabu shabu sauce mhmmmm yummy yums. Today's sunday. Church day. Went to macs with Jo as usual every sunday morning. but started late this week. Drank steaming hot soya bean :) Then went to church. Feel so bad cos I was very sleepy while slinging the slower worship songs, but once I hear a song I know how to sing I get very 'high' again. Love the feeling of assurance, warmth and love in church. Like everything's so blessed and safe with God's protection and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. JO I DONT HAVE OCD FOR PPL STRETCHING THEIR LEGS. I HAVE OCD FOR FEET LAH!!! I JUST CANNOT STAND THE THOUGHT OF NAKED FEET NEAR ME. JUST DON'T LIKE. hahahaha makes me squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aft service we went to study at slurps with Pam. Almost fell asleep but luckily I didn't. Prayed for productive studying sessions/ multiplied time and I think my progress today is not bad already. I finished carboxylic acids chap and intro to econs. haha ok fine not alot but better than nothing. need to speed up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna stay home tmr. shall pray for productive studying hours once again. cannot afford to waste any of the time I have now. cos i really hate the feeling of last minute revision, like when I have to wake up at 4am on the day of the exam. ah can't stand that feeling. wanna do what I can to make sure that wont happen. pray and God will give me my strength and determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's hiong dance prac on tues and makeup lessons on wed. im really excited for reverie :) choreographed abit yst! inspiration came to me quite fast. haha k i know this post is very very meaningless cos im just penning down whatever comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk to save you all from boredom (unless you are pervertedly curious about my life) i shall stop here. Have a great March Holds everyone!! Though we have to study but we get to sleep more right, that's good enough. Study hard and don't waste the hols away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5292702085345571864?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5292702085345571864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5292702085345571864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5292702085345571864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5292702085345571864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-hi-hi-howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6770227805831049413</id><published>2010-03-12T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:57:20.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overdued photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello. In a much happier mood today so no emo post. Came home straight after dance cos I felt very shagged from sneezing the whole day. It was a great day nonetheless! I laughed so much in the school library today that I drooled on Gladys hahahaha freaking funny. I told her my saliva contains flu germs somemore. Then very happy today too 'cos Leslie say my body is just nice size! Happy leh this whole year never hear anyth good abt my body. Always here things like 'Black', 'Soft' , 'Puppy' used to be called plump but I think someone don't dare alr. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last week of Term 1. Gosh, what a term. Slowly gearing up for the big A's! Stressful but still, cope-able with the help of my awesome friends, supportive family and unwavering love from God.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jinyi is going to Malaysia for 4 days for swimming stuff. Take care ok don't come back blacker than me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright here are some random, overdued pics. Bye Term 1, Hello March Hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o26KKVZ1I/AAAAAAAAF-k/Zy2YN6aZdBE/s1600-h/P1080481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447727072046049106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o26KKVZ1I/AAAAAAAAF-k/Zy2YN6aZdBE/s400/P1080481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. Pigging out as usual. Yusheng is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2OE3_rmI/AAAAAAAAF-U/GcD-l7hiU2s/s1600-h/P1080484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447726314712706658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2OE3_rmI/AAAAAAAAF-U/GcD-l7hiU2s/s400/P1080484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smoked salmon and seafood paste on crackers. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2NQDzPXI/AAAAAAAAF-M/8hE3Zo3b-Es/s1600-h/P1080502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447726300535143794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2NQDzPXI/AAAAAAAAF-M/8hE3Zo3b-Es/s400/P1080502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy ze char :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2MSMvM0I/AAAAAAAAF-E/tLRxHtb4U6c/s1600-h/P1080492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447726283929629506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o2MSMvM0I/AAAAAAAAF-E/tLRxHtb4U6c/s400/P1080492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Absolutely love my family. 2nd from the left is Aunty Grace (aka tuayi) who came back from Sweden to spend CNY with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o05t-NVTI/AAAAAAAAF98/adZG8J9Pg9A/s1600-h/P1080491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447724865455740210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o05t-NVTI/AAAAAAAAF98/adZG8J9Pg9A/s400/P1080491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Sis, Nicole. People I grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o04p1vq_I/AAAAAAAAF9s/iyzNyhJSNlY/s1600-h/P1080497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447724847166630898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o04p1vq_I/AAAAAAAAF9s/iyzNyhJSNlY/s400/P1080497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis and I. As different as can be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozgzqyq5I/AAAAAAAAF9U/CgE7wdwKZPk/s1600-h/P1080500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447723337976556434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozgzqyq5I/AAAAAAAAF9U/CgE7wdwKZPk/s400/P1080500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us three again. All 3 from TKGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozgfzu3MI/AAAAAAAAF9M/Pl8f8MQ5U4k/s1600-h/P1080505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447723332645346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozgfzu3MI/AAAAAAAAF9M/Pl8f8MQ5U4k/s400/P1080505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Supper at an Indian food stall near NUS after watching Avatar with cousins and auntie that night. The stall is like a fusion food place, boasting Chinese, Thai, Malay, Western and Indian food. Of course, it specializes in Indian food. And it serves the best Milk Tea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozfu3VhfI/AAAAAAAAF9E/K8zQtty6SEY/s1600-h/P1080507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447723319507125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozfu3VhfI/AAAAAAAAF9E/K8zQtty6SEY/s400/P1080507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garlic Naan and tandoori chicken :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozfOpyO7I/AAAAAAAAF88/ZCq2qqdv9Nk/s1600-h/P1080509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447723310860352434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozfOpyO7I/AAAAAAAAF88/ZCq2qqdv9Nk/s400/P1080509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All ready to attack the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozeT7_mCI/AAAAAAAAF80/NWdJmpTgKeI/s1600-h/P1080510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447723295099033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5ozeT7_mCI/AAAAAAAAF80/NWdJmpTgKeI/s400/P1080510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy yummy tandoori chicken with mint sauce. My fav Indian food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyXCPG79I/AAAAAAAAF8s/v6k7t2YGIl0/s1600-h/P1080513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722070576656338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyXCPG79I/AAAAAAAAF8s/v6k7t2YGIl0/s400/P1080513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Studying with Jinyi at the Macs near her house which failed cos I was damn tired! But thanks for treating me to big pau that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyWuYtllI/AAAAAAAAF8k/erZ1AAp7NXA/s1600-h/P1080514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722065248228946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyWuYtllI/AAAAAAAAF8k/erZ1AAp7NXA/s400/P1080514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the thai-fusion restaurant at ECP to get my tongue on my first legal glass of beer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447724824007670578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o03TkN-zI/AAAAAAAAF9c/2-HcgdKzhMQ/s400/P1080515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first glass of beer that I'm officially legally entitled to. Not a big fan though. I still prefer my water and sweet drinks/teas/juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyVqcDigI/AAAAAAAAF8U/5jAMWQGOdRk/s1600-h/P1080517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722047008639490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyVqcDigI/AAAAAAAAF8U/5jAMWQGOdRk/s400/P1080517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 whole pillars (or whatever you call it) of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyUwJnP-I/AAAAAAAAF8M/vgbo7OLhWkY/s1600-h/P1080537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722031362031586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5oyUwJnP-I/AAAAAAAAF8M/vgbo7OLhWkY/s400/P1080537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new second piercing! Finally did it with Pam on 27march after vetting that saturday. FINALLY! after procrastinating for so long. We went to pierce at Stege which is at Parkway. Haha damn funny we were grabbing each others' arms damn tight but actually it's barely painful, just shock kinda feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6770227805831049413?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6770227805831049413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6770227805831049413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6770227805831049413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6770227805831049413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/overdued-photos-hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S5o26KKVZ1I/AAAAAAAAF-k/Zy2YN6aZdBE/s72-c/P1080481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6247372940470282630</id><published>2010-03-11T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:48:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even the best fall down sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of an emo kid. I'm a pretty happy person. But today just hit me hard. It may not have been obvious but I felt like I was having an internal rollercoaster within myself, a whirlwind of emotions and faltering strength. Nothing majorly bad happened, in case you're wondering. It's just all the little details slowly building up in my head and plus the fact that I felt a little feverish and tired today, it just made the day even worse. Very disappointed with my bio results. Even though I barely studied for that test but failing and getting reprimanded by a teacher makes me feel so small, and stupid. I detest that feeling. My mood fluctuated so much today. One minute I was comfortably talking to my friends, the other minute I'm zoning out in my own world. I've been ultra sensitive and irritable of late, the smallest things affect me. Today's the first time I came home early after school. Completely drained, mentally. It's been a long time since I felt this way. And no one realised the state I was in except for Joyce. Really thankful to have her as a friend. I shall heed your advice. I need to give myself more alone and leisure time. Need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to give my mind and soul a break when I came home. Instead of hitting tutorial 7 straight away, I indulged in my fav thing in the world- food. Alongside TV (ive been so busy that I barely watch TV these days) and a laptop in hand. Determined to catch a breather. I ate a packet of maggi mee, a chicken wing, a cup of aloe vera juice, a packet of seaweed and 3 pineapple tarts. Who dare say I pig or fat at this point of time can just go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done ranting. Feel a bit better now. Today we had swimming test, it was quite fun. Swam with Nat, Jo, Clement and Jeremy. They all laugh at my backstroke :( But nvm, what matters is that I can get to the other side and I got my A! And Mr Loh said I tread water waterpolo style leh not bad not bad. Haha okay I guess I probably get going. Time for work time for play. I have this urge to off my phone and just live life without a phone for a night, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be good but I doubt I'll succeed. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Lots of TJdancers have been falling sick. Take care of yourselves dancers! Now's not a time to fall sick. We gotta give this our best shot and make it the best Reverie in the history of TJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love more. forgive more. pray more. laugh more. hug more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6247372940470282630?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6247372940470282630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6247372940470282630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6247372940470282630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6247372940470282630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-best-fall-down-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7738732636842532741</id><published>2010-03-10T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:53:55.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JC life is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm determined to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to MCTs.&lt;br /&gt;38 more days to Reverie.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 8 hours last night, it was complete HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi food function today, carelessly knocked my lip onto leslie's tennis racket causing it to bleed and now i can feel the extra skin on my lip ouch, very short dance prac(completed our item nat and dee ftw) then studied at macs with jo and pam. freak damn tired. eyes especially. tried to be healthier at macs today. had a happy meal with milk and corn instead of milo with fries :) but I read somewhere that macs cheeseburgers stay in your stomach for 4 years omg, i need to stop eating that. like NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7738732636842532741?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7738732636842532741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7738732636842532741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7738732636842532741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7738732636842532741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/jc-life-is-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6998499404765045703</id><published>2010-03-06T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:50:05.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FB status overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vetting went surprisingly well! Very happy and motivated to work harder :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Reverie V tix sale starts on Mondayyy! Grab tix A.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to start learning slut/diva face from dicky. (LEARNING HOW TO ACT LIKE A GIRL FROM A GUY HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;4. I overcame my fear today. Pam is proud of such a brave mum!&lt;br /&gt;5. High tea was yummy. Whole family plus Teresa, my sis's friend. V fun!&lt;br /&gt;6. I've decided that my diet shall focus on low carbs. So 'auntie wo yao shao fun' shall be my new catchphrase.&lt;br /&gt;7. K imma blast music and start on math tutorials for the rest of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byyyyeeeeeee homies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6998499404765045703?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6998499404765045703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6998499404765045703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6998499404765045703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6998499404765045703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5698013996308219798</id><published>2010-03-06T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:48:12.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for dieting. I just had latenight dinner at HK Cafe and tomorrow I'm going for high tea at Sheraton Towers (place where we performed grad night last yr!). but i did 20 longgg leg raises before that, and there's vetting tmr so.. not so bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive alot of hw to finish this weekend. but knowing that my aunt's leaving for sweden this sunday, i know she should be my top priority. i'm not very good with time management so idk how the hw part of my weekend will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, got back ALevel Chinese results today I got a B! Really all thanks to my awesome God cause I really did screw my oral up.. However, results differ for everyone, expectations might or might not have been met, feelings may rise or fall. I saw tears today. Falling short of expectations. To chicken backside if you're still reading my blog, I hope you're fine :) I know how sucky the situation is but life goes on, we stay strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw xulaoshi today. she's a really great teacher i love her alot. i smsed her after that thanking her and stuff and she told me she 'wang bu liao ni. ni qu de hen hao de cen ji, wo wei ni gao xing'. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, I really can't stand it when ppl use the Fword in front of me. It's very common yes i know&lt;br /&gt;but I don't get why they would casually say such a crude word like it's any other word. I understand when emotions get strong and the word just slips out of your mouth, but other than that, i don't see why there's a need to. it just irks me. nothing cool about that word, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so vetting's tmr. im abit worried. i hope it wont be really bad..&lt;br /&gt;i should probably be getting some sleep. gotta settle some admin stuff then I shall sink into my comfy bed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5698013996308219798?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5698013996308219798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5698013996308219798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5698013996308219798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5698013996308219798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-d-so-much-for-dieting.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4608839591459225909</id><published>2010-03-04T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:38:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People change. Things change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what is a world without change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Just a short post before I catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;School has been crazy, no surprise there. 4 tests this week and I'm so glad that's over. Dance has been going on everyday but that's cause the concert is frighteningly near. I really hope all our items will look great by concert day, and I NEED TO GET MY ABS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wl, I feel so cheated. I was at Century Square food court today and I took 10 mins to decide what I wanted to eat from the Jap stall. Either fried chicken or teriyaki chicken. I had this huge craving for fried food with mayo but since I am such a determined person ahem I finally decided to get the chicken teriyaki and fish set instead, thinking it was grilled and a better alternative to the fried food. 5 mins later, my dish came out. What the. They give me FRIED FISH and FRIED CHICKEN. I had no choice but to eat it. Waste my time effort and money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really quite serious abt my diet plan alr. I cannot risk the concert photographers taking pics of me with my fat stomach and then the photos will go.. anywhere they want to. like future dance juniors or fb yadah yadah. shudders. hence, i will try my best to abstain from fried stuff and eat half the amount of carbs ive been taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neeway so this week ive been sleeping for terribly irrgular hours. jinyi stayed over on tues night and we slept at 3. omg i was so tired the following night that i didnt study bio at all. i really wanna catch up on my sleep but ive got activties lined up for me this weekend alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said life as an 18 year old is easy?&lt;br /&gt;(but dont worry im still a happy child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im going to sleep now. A' Level results out tomorrow. I pray that I'll pass, or even better get a minimum of B for Chinese. I cannot even imagine the consequences if i fail. failing is not an option at all.&lt;br /&gt;wish me all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4608839591459225909?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4608839591459225909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4608839591459225909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4608839591459225909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4608839591459225909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3757067562677480404</id><published>2010-03-04T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:17:21.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3757067562677480404?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3757067562677480404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3757067562677480404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3757067562677480404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3757067562677480404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/03/lollipops-turn-into-cigarettes.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6499732841329297236</id><published>2010-02-27T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:25:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post this bible verse last Sunday after church, but I had too much work to do. Last sunday's service was really good, it was about love and I think teenagers in general are just confused about the word love. I started asking myself questions when I read the verse and as I listened to the sermon. People I love may not be as perfect as what the verse describes it to be, but real love overcomes the imperfections, and turns them into beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork is madly piling up these days. No joke there are 4 tests next week and tonsss of homework this weekend.Happy I finished tutorial 5, like finally. Yesterday at school gladys jinyi and I were studying in the library. Pretty hilarious cos Jinyi's phone has no caller id so Gladys and I were taking turns to call her then jinyi was half-asleep, picking up the call 'hellloooo who is this whyy never talk. walao so irritating sia..' hahaha gladys and I were trying to hold back our laughter. It's like we were sitting beside her but acting like we were sleeping/doing our work. hahaha i think that poor tangyuan with black sesame filling(jinyi) must have been confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serangoons Hans with gladys and jo after dance. Fish&amp;amp;Chips omg i need to start dieting sigh.. It was quite noisy so I dont think I'll go back there again. But it was fun nevertheless and I finished econs and chem remedial hw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and our school had an NUS talk a couple of days back. Really hope I can get AAB at least for Alevel!! And I'm really damn glad I dropped bio. Still need to do tutorials but I save so much time not memorising for things that I won't use in the future. Pretty sure I won't do anything medical or science related in uni. So good thing that i dropped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gna go for lunch at PP now with Jo, then tuition then studying with her at MPL. Maybe going to the Thai Fusion place at ECP ^^ Yay very happy cos it's first legal year to drink so the adults are bringing me there 'cos they said got nice german beer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I really need to start losing weight for Reverie. I ate wanton mee for breakfast today so what should i eat for lunch? A SALAD? hmm maybe from now till reverie i shall not eat fried food at all. we'll see :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6499732841329297236?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6499732841329297236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6499732841329297236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6499732841329297236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6499732841329297236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-corinthians-134-8-love-is-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4733552033903471927</id><published>2010-02-20T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:01:50.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy! Hung out at Esplanade Haagan Dazs with Faith just an hour ago. Waffle was pathetically small but icecream was goooood and company was perfect :) I love how I can talk about anything and everything under the sun with her. And she amazes me by how strong she is. and I thought I was strong.. she wins me hands down! You've got my new-found respect, best. And any guy that marries either of us in the future is gonna be damn lucky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a ride home, thankyew. Will see her in church tmr also.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really happy with my life now. I don't really want it to change. It might not be perfect but i'm blessed with love from people that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study with Jolene, Pam and Jinyi yst. Unproductive for me but I got to meet Hx for awhile not bad, our meeting #1! Haha&lt;br /&gt;'So how's life?'&lt;br /&gt;'Like as if you don't know.. '&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm 18 btw. All those years of standing outside the 4D shop and stealing sips of alcohol from my parents' wine glasses are over. I don't feel the urge to club/bet/drink whatsoever though. I just want all my close friends and family to be happy cos they deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with Jo damn early tmr morning before church. Egg muffin yum yum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4733552033903471927?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4733552033903471927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4733552033903471927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4733552033903471927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4733552033903471927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-hung-out-at-esplanade-haagan-dazs.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6726262182300100335</id><published>2010-02-15T14:12:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:43:11.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3j2Q1Do_TI/AAAAAAAAF8E/SBhHIqwD6Tw/s1600-h/P1080446.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 days of snacking on cny goodies, yu sheng, steamboats, ang pows and gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what's there not to like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jzzOjeJyI/AAAAAAAAF7E/QGCumeRdBeg/s1600-h/P1080330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364611455624994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jzzOjeJyI/AAAAAAAAF7E/QGCumeRdBeg/s400/P1080330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning. 3 places to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwwBynLiI/AAAAAAAAF6s/uoa1sRNr3SU/s1600-h/P1080328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438361257954979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwwBynLiI/AAAAAAAAF6s/uoa1sRNr3SU/s400/P1080328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364620815791154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jzzxbG9DI/AAAAAAAAF7M/THlv3qYuBGU/s400/P1080335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364629873510098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jz0TKoxtI/AAAAAAAAF7U/u0bEKKbluv4/s400/P1080342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwvq_t-EI/AAAAAAAAF6k/jTft-kiLk40/s1600-h/P1080371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438361251835934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwvq_t-EI/AAAAAAAAF6k/jTft-kiLk40/s400/P1080371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364640714151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jz07jP12I/AAAAAAAAF7c/qKWu_mkJ3b4/s400/P1080343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My uncle's back from Sweden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364646169080274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jz1P3zcdI/AAAAAAAAF7k/AoMYPviJpFo/s400/P1080344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwvCQl3WI/AAAAAAAAF6c/0pDZuCcyJe8/s1600-h/P1080373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438361240900853090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwvCQl3WI/AAAAAAAAF6c/0pDZuCcyJe8/s400/P1080373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwujqxHDI/AAAAAAAAF6U/59ZayhfKJ-E/s1600-h/P1080380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438361232689142834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jwujqxHDI/AAAAAAAAF6U/59ZayhfKJ-E/s400/P1080380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juH8u8_KI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_i21WuEqB4Q/s1600-h/P1080385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438358370379431074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juH8u8_KI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_i21WuEqB4Q/s400/P1080385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juHg_PJAI/AAAAAAAAF6E/lyQx0khKeyk/s1600-h/P1080387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438358362931536898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juHg_PJAI/AAAAAAAAF6E/lyQx0khKeyk/s400/P1080387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juHNiwR3I/AAAAAAAAF58/aMxORPhXHhU/s1600-h/P1080392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438358357711800178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juHNiwR3I/AAAAAAAAF58/aMxORPhXHhU/s400/P1080392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438365620833763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3j0t-x-PvI/AAAAAAAAF70/LFKHK-xywu8/s400/P1080369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juGi0V--I/AAAAAAAAF50/VNZDhK9p_tA/s1600-h/P1080401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438358346242849762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juGi0V--I/AAAAAAAAF50/VNZDhK9p_tA/s400/P1080401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juGIrLWmI/AAAAAAAAF5s/rgjyDJkYLtI/s1600-h/P1080402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438358339225082466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3juGIrLWmI/AAAAAAAAF5s/rgjyDJkYLtI/s400/P1080402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin very cute right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsTkxAHBI/AAAAAAAAF5c/tszM62UK3x4/s1600-h/P1080404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356371080748050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsTkxAHBI/AAAAAAAAF5c/tszM62UK3x4/s400/P1080404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsTDmeIcI/AAAAAAAAF5U/zhsZJvxWedg/s1600-h/P1080415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356362178208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsTDmeIcI/AAAAAAAAF5U/zhsZJvxWedg/s400/P1080415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best yu sheng ever :) Raw salmon cooked in lime. Damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsStAwWzI/AAAAAAAAF5M/zCOOO9z-TCM/s1600-h/P1080423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356356114438962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsStAwWzI/AAAAAAAAF5M/zCOOO9z-TCM/s400/P1080423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids jumping and screaming everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsSBkFHaI/AAAAAAAAF5E/HFe4f6aog-8/s1600-h/P1080428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438356344451440034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jsSBkFHaI/AAAAAAAAF5E/HFe4f6aog-8/s400/P1080428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqPM91xNI/AAAAAAAAF4s/B7H5p5uelcM/s1600-h/P1080359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438354096949413074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqPM91xNI/AAAAAAAAF4s/B7H5p5uelcM/s400/P1080359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some camwhoring while waiting for the adults..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438366370229713922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3j1Zmf4_AI/AAAAAAAAF78/WAOkdD4hx6c/s400/P1080434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqOKt7CBI/AAAAAAAAF4c/N_A7uOeYMVY/s1600-h/P1080432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438354079165909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqOKt7CBI/AAAAAAAAF4c/N_A7uOeYMVY/s400/P1080432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqNhvvy9I/AAAAAAAAF4U/EUzOtUVuYbM/s1600-h/P1080433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438354068167707602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jqNhvvy9I/AAAAAAAAF4U/EUzOtUVuYbM/s400/P1080433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jozsoTP-I/AAAAAAAAF4M/7UN1EXfsYzg/s1600-h/P1080435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438352524901040098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jozsoTP-I/AAAAAAAAF4M/7UN1EXfsYzg/s400/P1080435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jozbgd_cI/AAAAAAAAF4E/lxtO8mISJNY/s1600-h/P1080437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438352520304786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jozbgd_cI/AAAAAAAAF4E/lxtO8mISJNY/s400/P1080437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3joy7mfmJI/AAAAAAAAF38/JTOrNcbCWEc/s1600-h/P1080438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438352511740123282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3joy7mfmJI/AAAAAAAAF38/JTOrNcbCWEc/s400/P1080438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3joyVdRBlI/AAAAAAAAF30/1dJcYIXcWBM/s1600-h/P1080442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438352501500872274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3joyVdRBlI/AAAAAAAAF30/1dJcYIXcWBM/s400/P1080442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438351014871223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnbzVIzXI/AAAAAAAAF3k/GQo-sjiy5MA/s400/P1080439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnbnaRE5I/AAAAAAAAF3c/j1SFvhdMg4Q/s1600-h/P1080445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438351011671511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnbnaRE5I/AAAAAAAAF3c/j1SFvhdMg4Q/s400/P1080445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438350983872117826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnZ_2X_EI/AAAAAAAAF3E/h7dH7hvoK1E/s400/P1080448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went to the Macs near Indoor Stadium today with my family of 12 to try the new Macdonalds Breakfast Deluxe Meal but it was sold out! :( But nevertheless, it was nice to have a hearty(albeit unhealthy) meal with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnbE6KCkI/AAAAAAAAF3U/hRaEXz84h24/s1600-h/P1080461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438351002410027586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnbE6KCkI/AAAAAAAAF3U/hRaEXz84h24/s400/P1080461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shared Hotcakes and Sausage McMuffin Meal with sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnahY8jBI/AAAAAAAAF3M/cLQr6DXaJTI/s1600-h/P1080460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438350992875490322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jnahY8jBI/AAAAAAAAF3M/cLQr6DXaJTI/s400/P1080460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10 fluffy, hot hashbrowns. Mhmm :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6726262182300100335?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6726262182300100335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6726262182300100335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6726262182300100335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6726262182300100335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-days-of-snacking-on-cny-goodies-yu.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3jzzOjeJyI/AAAAAAAAF7E/QGCumeRdBeg/s72-c/P1080330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4456204564725381962</id><published>2010-02-14T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:06:51.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jinyi's Birthday, Road Run, Steamboat dinner, all in a day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzTmVmtDI/AAAAAAAAF2s/EFJG3zbI1m8/s1600-h/P1080160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801118130680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzTmVmtDI/AAAAAAAAF2s/EFJG3zbI1m8/s400/P1080160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzTNUqHAI/AAAAAAAAF2k/pbjbDOutu34/s1600-h/P1080163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801111415823362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzTNUqHAI/AAAAAAAAF2k/pbjbDOutu34/s400/P1080163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My present for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzSo_t25I/AAAAAAAAF2c/OFTov-oaC2I/s1600-h/P1080164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801101664312210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzSo_t25I/AAAAAAAAF2c/OFTov-oaC2I/s400/P1080164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bday girl receiving bday wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801951754076274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3b0EH06QHI/AAAAAAAAF20/-6TeX2Cf0yk/s400/22058_278346278077_637548077_2869238_3785993_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We converse through quarrelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bucloNOzI/AAAAAAAAF2U/bPnEboDuby4/s1600-h/P1080171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437795775000951602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bucloNOzI/AAAAAAAAF2U/bPnEboDuby4/s400/P1080171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801954133800514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3b0EQsR9kI/AAAAAAAAF28/_Rc-qmY7J78/s400/22058_278346173077_637548077_2869225_8023290_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beta Road-Runners FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bucFANeqI/AAAAAAAAF2M/jy6CFuHz674/s1600-h/P1080174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437795766243261090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bucFANeqI/AAAAAAAAF2M/jy6CFuHz674/s400/P1080174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All drenched in sweat from the 3.6k run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437792073718762162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brFJRxCrI/AAAAAAAAF08/b81fCRk9M7Q/s400/P1080249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bubieP52I/AAAAAAAAF2E/ce4yf5R9Fuc/s1600-h/P1080186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437795756974008162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bubieP52I/AAAAAAAAF2E/ce4yf5R9Fuc/s400/P1080186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprise bday lunch at Cafe Cartel! She thought we were all busy but we were all waiting to surprise her at the restaurant:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bubMYR-SI/AAAAAAAAF18/uGVXtpNM0SE/s1600-h/P1080211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437795751043397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bubMYR-SI/AAAAAAAAF18/uGVXtpNM0SE/s400/P1080211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My eyebags the size of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3buaRIfDnI/AAAAAAAAF10/nqz7apERGV4/s1600-h/P1080219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437795735139454578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3buaRIfDnI/AAAAAAAAF10/nqz7apERGV4/s400/P1080219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forced to take photo with my present. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bsmEM_ZmI/AAAAAAAAF1k/MpXuladSjKc/s1600-h/P1080228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437793738803865186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bsmEM_ZmI/AAAAAAAAF1k/MpXuladSjKc/s400/P1080228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bslabH_mI/AAAAAAAAF1c/EwzXdlvGv-o/s1600-h/P1080229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437793727588859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bslabH_mI/AAAAAAAAF1c/EwzXdlvGv-o/s400/P1080229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lepak lepak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bsk8RGVTI/AAAAAAAAF1U/g1ddtTzeiSI/s1600-h/P1080238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437793719493743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bsk8RGVTI/AAAAAAAAF1U/g1ddtTzeiSI/s400/P1080238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bskaSUIvI/AAAAAAAAF1M/FOzl8cSmG4U/s1600-h/P1080242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437793710372037362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bskaSUIvI/AAAAAAAAF1M/FOzl8cSmG4U/s400/P1080242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The final product of 5 hours of my time and effort.  Biggest bday card I made so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brFp0XNsI/AAAAAAAAF1E/85HbkKbOZ0M/s1600-h/P1080244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437792082453804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brFp0XNsI/AAAAAAAAF1E/85HbkKbOZ0M/s400/P1080244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't remember what she was laughing at. Haha maybe it's just her being retarded again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brEcbE-xI/AAAAAAAAF00/tP7mvKr_PwA/s1600-h/P1080254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437792061678222098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brEcbE-xI/AAAAAAAAF00/tP7mvKr_PwA/s400/P1080254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both really in deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brDy2Pl2I/AAAAAAAAF0s/3H7xjA1LX_o/s1600-h/P1080271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437792050517874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brDy2Pl2I/AAAAAAAAF0s/3H7xjA1LX_o/s400/P1080271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Jianyu's house at night for steamboat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpZr0Az8I/AAAAAAAAF0c/EYPbDcPm5Us/s1600-h/P1080272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790227563335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpZr0Az8I/AAAAAAAAF0c/EYPbDcPm5Us/s400/P1080272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joyce look like ghost hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpZJ-nEQI/AAAAAAAAF0U/SVvEv62ekYs/s1600-h/P1080274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790218480980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpZJ-nEQI/AAAAAAAAF0U/SVvEv62ekYs/s400/P1080274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought too much raw food from NTUC! Our bill came up to 100bucks, exceeded budget hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpYaaTaOI/AAAAAAAAF0M/XUfU4FTAoY0/s1600-h/P1080287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790205712230626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpYaaTaOI/AAAAAAAAF0M/XUfU4FTAoY0/s400/P1080287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cannot stand my black face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpXyo5FSI/AAAAAAAAF0E/7MyIgLwXS08/s1600-h/P1080281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790195036001570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpXyo5FSI/AAAAAAAAF0E/7MyIgLwXS08/s400/P1080281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy yummy, all from supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpXnaUt_I/AAAAAAAAFz8/uMf8ZVfKV78/s1600-h/P1080313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790192022108146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bpXnaUt_I/AAAAAAAAFz8/uMf8ZVfKV78/s400/P1080313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437792042555672258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3brDVL6BsI/AAAAAAAAF0k/Ogx5VIC7x7w/s400/P1080312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The feeling of warm steamboat makes our stomach and hearts happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boL3WIgFI/AAAAAAAAFz0/QggFo9twu0U/s1600-h/P1080305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437788890629439570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boL3WIgFI/AAAAAAAAFz0/QggFo9twu0U/s400/P1080305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Steamboat Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boLc8bHuI/AAAAAAAAFzs/dgRTZ3_YP9Y/s1600-h/P1080290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437788883542286050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boLc8bHuI/AAAAAAAAFzs/dgRTZ3_YP9Y/s400/P1080290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black and White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boKkyuBDI/AAAAAAAAFzk/4EW92i1GS3U/s1600-h/P1080289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437788868469195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boKkyuBDI/AAAAAAAAFzk/4EW92i1GS3U/s400/P1080289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JY and his uncle ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boKMHYe7I/AAAAAAAAFzc/4e5l5cQbQAA/s1600-h/P1080316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437788861844978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boKMHYe7I/AAAAAAAAFzc/4e5l5cQbQAA/s400/P1080316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love Gladys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boJuB3LoI/AAAAAAAAFzU/kBQSt2nYs-s/s1600-h/P1080320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437788853768760962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3boJuB3LoI/AAAAAAAAFzU/kBQSt2nYs-s/s400/P1080320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group shot before we had to wash dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wah siao. Currently 3am omg I need to sleep now. Happy CNY, V-day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12669189-4456204564725381962?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4456204564725381962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4456204564725381962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4456204564725381962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4456204564725381962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/jinyis-birthday-road-run-steamboat.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S3bzTmVmtDI/AAAAAAAAF2s/EFJG3zbI1m8/s72-c/P1080160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-8606380528549809257</id><published>2010-02-13T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:38:53.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello World, I hope you're listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that I have found, the better half of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Words only, photos up another post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jinyi! All I wanted to say is all written on the card so I'll keep this short and sweet. You've been a really good friend and one of the best things that happened to me in Tj and I hope we'll stay close for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really blessed and eventful day. Filled with lots of sweat, determination, warmth and love. Gave Jinyi her birthday present which I took five hours to make. But it was worth it 'cos she liked it and it is one of the best artsy thing I've made in 18 years of my life. Haha on the night before Road Run, I was busy glueing and glittering, cutting, pasting, writing. Slept at 3am and I was damn sleepy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out, no energy left within me but a sparkle of hope that she'll love the present and that Road Run wouldn't be as tough as it seems to be. Everyone praised that the card I made was pretty! Happiness and contentment starting lighting up my heart. Wasn't so tired anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 3.6km Road Run. Grabbed Joyce by the arm and we promised to reach the finishing line together. Had bad stitch throughout the run, then my level of perseverance kept dropping. I kept stopping then chionging. Haha it was very funny cos Joyce was running at like constant pace throughout then I kept stopping, then 10 seconds later I ran ahead of her and went, 'Go Joyce'. Then another 10 seconds later I stopped running again, out of breath. Haha this cycle kept continuing. But we made it to the finishing line together, we're winners even though we don't have our position cards. Don't worry Joyce, you are my number 1 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta was awesome yesterday! Very proud of my house and the team spirit we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY carnival was a disappointment. Damn boring nothing much to do. Then Jinyi was quite sian 'cos we all lied to her that I have dance after school and Jo has HC meeting. Haha she was very disappointed that we were not celebrating her bday with her but we not so bad eh! Haha she said she wanted to go home straight after school then I panicked and faster call cynthia to ask her out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around half of the class then went to Cafe Cartel straight after school. Waited damn long for the bday girl to come cause she had water polo meeting which took super long. But when she finally came we all hid behind the glass door and Clement Gen Jianyu hid under the table. Once she stepped in we all jumped up at her and sang bday song for her and I could tell she was very touched :) SUCCESS! Haha lunch was yummy, then we slacked for super long there cos everyone all damn slack. Esp me. Imagine sleeping for two and a half hrs te night before, then running 3.6k under the hot sun then having exco meeting. Wah shagged sia. I was having faintish spells too cos of the crazy heat. Now still feel abit giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinyi left early to pack her stuff for Msia, then we had a last minute plan to have steamboat dinner at Jianyu's house! Damn fun cause it's the first time I eat steamboat with friends. Then Pam, Jianyu, Mark and Joyce went home first to get stuff, leaving Jo, Gladys, Leslie and I to grocery shop at Hougang Point NTUC! Haha super fun eh. I like grocery shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, reached his house at Yio Chu Kang. Damn big eh, the pond so nice and the house like chalet. No one there somemore. So we all chopped, washed, prepare the ingredients and had a really yummy steamboat dinner together :) It's a really great feeling when you feel homely with your friends. Last night dinner with the 8 of them felt like family. Everyone taking food for everyone, pouring drinks for each other, shelling prawns for each other (thanks leslie!). I feel the love yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's mum sent me and leslie home after that. I was damn cui/sehh (see I learn so many new words in tj) alr and once I touched my bed and hugged my bear (the huge one which leslie ad and yi ai gave me), I completely wiped out till this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, my happy and loving day.&lt;br /&gt;I think happiness is in reach for anyone. Everyone meets setbacks every now and then but it's how we face life that matters. Yesterday, I talked to a 70-year old, complete stranger and he told me how God has changed his life by helping him rid himself of his smoking addiction. He smoked for 55 years but once he rid himself of it, he felt much happier then and there. His 4 brothers abandoned him and his mum, leaving him to take care of her. His father died. As he spoke to me, his face reddened and tears started pouring down. I felt so helpless. All I did for him was to give my seat on the bus to him. Yet, he smiled at me and told me 'God bless you'.&lt;br /&gt;I think most of my friends are healthy, blessed with well-to-do families and loving families. Yet, not all our happy with our lives. We still 'emo' over things that do not matter. Why is this so? I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all have the means to be happy, why be unhappy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-8606380528549809257?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8606380528549809257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=8606380528549809257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8606380528549809257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8606380528549809257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-world-i-hope-youre-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-9054289451795745741</id><published>2010-02-05T23:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:32:56.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xDn3MsRrI/AAAAAAAAFy8/OxX0PmNA3rY/s1600-h/P1070786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434793202440488626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xDn3MsRrI/AAAAAAAAFy8/OxX0PmNA3rY/s400/P1070786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day before my birthday, Best surprised me at my doorstep with Macs breakfast and present in hand. And that was at 6am super early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xDncUZ5-I/AAAAAAAAFy0/KLeWiSlplIg/s1600-h/P1070788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434793195225081826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xDncUZ5-I/AAAAAAAAFy0/KLeWiSlplIg/s400/P1070788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with bed head and obiang clothes for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434793219954367554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xDo4cU3EI/AAAAAAAAFzM/veeOG2Ug4DM/s400/P1070925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She gave me a whole album of photos, receipts of places we've been to together and little letters and stuff. And it's this page that really touched me. It's really meaninful.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xCms5_DHI/AAAAAAAAFyc/ce4qOmtidKs/s1600-h/P1070804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434792082986175602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xCms5_DHI/AAAAAAAAFyc/ce4qOmtidKs/s400/P1070804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434792074454140898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xCmNHyh-I/AAAAAAAAFyU/O2ZNzUGG7F4/s400/P1070817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xClPnVmYI/AAAAAAAAFyE/hDM3FKqDPRk/s1600-h/P1070826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434792057943464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xClPnVmYI/AAAAAAAAFyE/hDM3FKqDPRk/s400/P1070826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAdHvhyiI/AAAAAAAAFx8/3CdtE60Ipls/s1600-h/P1070835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434789719368124962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAdHvhyiI/AAAAAAAAFx8/3CdtE60Ipls/s400/P1070835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring with dancers and Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAczONpWI/AAAAAAAAFx0/Lt-e_LPTb6Y/s1600-h/P1070840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434789713859683682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAczONpWI/AAAAAAAAFx0/Lt-e_LPTb6Y/s400/P1070840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my son Leslie! Haha so cute right, I give him boy-boy award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAcUjhDRI/AAAAAAAAFxs/xD1-Crg3ULA/s1600-h/P1070847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434789705627536658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAcUjhDRI/AAAAAAAAFxs/xD1-Crg3ULA/s400/P1070847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tennis ppl dancing, dance people watching. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAb130UHI/AAAAAAAAFxk/63W1kTup6IQ/s1600-h/P1070856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434789697391186034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAb130UHI/AAAAAAAAFxk/63W1kTup6IQ/s400/P1070856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've known her since Primary One. That was 11 years ago omg i'm getting olddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAbOwwx_I/AAAAAAAAFxc/qjLsHOrwtQc/s1600-h/P1070861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434789686892611570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2xAbOwwx_I/AAAAAAAAFxc/qjLsHOrwtQc/s400/P1070861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With dancers + Inez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-Id_L5lI/AAAAAAAAFxU/KFGmff4mFlA/s1600-h/P1070867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787165538870866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-Id_L5lI/AAAAAAAAFxU/KFGmff4mFlA/s400/P1070867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-H5dj-5I/AAAAAAAAFxM/_5BM-Hvkw88/s1600-h/P1070864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787155734166418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-H5dj-5I/AAAAAAAAFxM/_5BM-Hvkw88/s400/P1070864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PDP (aka CCA) Exhibition = slack slack bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-HWMd6XI/AAAAAAAAFxE/Ov8UpAAvaGY/s1600-h/P1070868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434787146267224434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w-HWMd6XI/AAAAAAAAFxE/Ov8UpAAvaGY/s400/P1070868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nat's house before night falls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785662741790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w8w_ocPgI/AAAAAAAAFws/o5tmGvU9Ngo/s400/P1070876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w8vIgXXXI/AAAAAAAAFwM/J53zsQe764U/s1600-h/P1070907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785630764096882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w8vIgXXXI/AAAAAAAAFwM/J53zsQe764U/s400/P1070907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Pam ttm. She accompanied me through the ENTIRE birthday, and entire week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434785641340479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w8vv5-KdI/AAAAAAAAFwU/_MbypvNZeLk/s400/P1070888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The three who went through so much just to get the heart lighted up. It's love yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7B2Xu1FI/AAAAAAAAFv8/Tm3-INrhJ_k/s1600-h/P1070890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783753290306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7B2Xu1FI/AAAAAAAAFv8/Tm3-INrhJ_k/s400/P1070890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7BeNzYII/AAAAAAAAFv0/tpP8uCk_ZTE/s1600-h/20571_1223177944864_1391444890_30601551_5172419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783746806210690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7BeNzYII/AAAAAAAAFv0/tpP8uCk_ZTE/s400/20571_1223177944864_1391444890_30601551_5172419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7BLiDM6I/AAAAAAAAFvs/HA1ZQm9TyuQ/s1600-h/20571_1223177624856_1391444890_30601543_8068567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783741790860194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7BLiDM6I/AAAAAAAAFvs/HA1ZQm9TyuQ/s400/20571_1223177624856_1391444890_30601543_8068567_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7AzftebI/AAAAAAAAFvk/W4kltkodH1o/s1600-h/20571_1223177744859_1391444890_30601546_4923300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434783735338596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w7AzftebI/AAAAAAAAFvk/W4kltkodH1o/s400/20571_1223177744859_1391444890_30601546_4923300_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5SIWZ6eI/AAAAAAAAFvc/jud2fRxI9UU/s1600-h/P1070899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781833971231202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5SIWZ6eI/AAAAAAAAFvc/jud2fRxI9UU/s400/P1070899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5Rga6vLI/AAAAAAAAFvU/ymCDhrw_3q0/s1600-h/P1070901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781823252741298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5Rga6vLI/AAAAAAAAFvU/ymCDhrw_3q0/s400/P1070901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted. Sho shweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5Q63l-oI/AAAAAAAAFvE/_1qghYCG_94/s1600-h/P1070913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781813172468354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5Q63l-oI/AAAAAAAAFvE/_1qghYCG_94/s400/P1070913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w37WnUdeI/AAAAAAAAFu0/B7z75BuK8rY/s1600-h/P1070915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780343151654370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w37WnUdeI/AAAAAAAAFu0/B7z75BuK8rY/s400/P1070915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner to feel the hungry stomachs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780333757690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w36znn9HI/AAAAAAAAFus/c4I8lX2osOw/s400/P1070921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalized undies by Nat, Pam, Jo and Joyce. Haha the messages on it are really cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w36RFSehI/AAAAAAAAFuk/m27GH4iR1Hc/s1600-h/P1070924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780324486871570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w36RFSehI/AAAAAAAAFuk/m27GH4iR1Hc/s400/P1070924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nura's damn sweet. She baked a giant cookie/ brownie just for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w35_yuq1I/AAAAAAAAFuc/Ifdc5moeF_o/s1600-h/P1070920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780319845624658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w35_yuq1I/AAAAAAAAFuc/Ifdc5moeF_o/s400/P1070920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo frame from dance exco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781805492355874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w5QeQgwyI/AAAAAAAAFu8/k9SJoxe36_4/s400/P1080038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 bears that I got. Big big bear's from Ad, Leslie and Yi Ai (thankyew so much guys i love it a lot) plus Carebear that my favourite cousin gave me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w35ZaUhJI/AAAAAAAAFuU/XM_qa6PK38U/s1600-h/P1070929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434780309542700178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S2w35ZaUhJI/AAAAAAAAFuU/XM_qa6PK38U/s400/P1070929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My presents! 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Faster meet me at audi!&lt;br /&gt;Once I stepped into the school by the backgate, I saw Clement and Dianne walking towards me with a bouquet in hand. I was mad happy! Hahaha I've never gotten flowers for bday eh, only for V-Days and dance performances. They gave me a lily which was kinda funny, haha but still sweet of them lah. Then Garret saw me holding a bouquet and asked, 'Eh how come you got flower ah?' Wth right, haha but after that he gave me a red rose! Yay so I got 2 flowers happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at morning assembly, dance exco came to surprise me with a personalized photo frame with the number 18 on it. Complete with exco photo and handwritten messages. Me likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was told to go to studio to start carrying items for PDP Exhibition. Then while we were slacking in the studio, exco gave me ANOTHER bday surprise. I was talking to Pam halfway then when they started bringing in a lighted cake and singing bday song for me, my mouth literally HUNG OPEN. Shocked beyond words haha didn't expect it to come so early! Lol actually I saw the cake beforehand when they were sneaking it around but I kinda thought they'd give it during exco meeting. So it WAS one big, lovely surprise, thanks exco love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was PDP Exhibition! Walked around the CCA booths, hung out and watched Tennis do their dance on stage. Jianyu and Leslie were freaking hilarious lah encore encore! And apparently, JY's dancing is his birthday present to me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha at night, went to nat's house to change and freshen up. Jo, Jinyi, Pam and Joyce had something up their sleeves for me that night. Pam accompanied me around the ENTIRE day while the other 3 went to get 'things' done. Haha I guess I tortured Pam with a billion and one questions about where we were going and what we were doing etc. And being the ever-innocent girl she is, she found it quite hard to keep it from me. Haha her lying skills are quite lousy, but in the end I still didn't guess the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once we alighted from the bus, I totally knew where we were going. ECP! Haha thennn I kinda knew what was gonna happen. Hahaha well the story goes like this. A few months back I casually told Jinyi that I wanted lighted candles by the beach for me birthday. And being the really awesome awesome friends they are, they really made my wish come true. They took an hour to light the candles 'cos of the sea breeze which wasn't in their favour. It was really touching 'cos I knew they were all damn shagged from orientation alr and they still had to shift places 3 times so wind won't blow the entire thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 'cos of the mighty strong wind, they were at one corner of ECP lighting candles while Pam and I were waiting at ECP Macs and playing Hai Dai in the meantime. But after an hour of waiting, Pam received some mysterious message that I wasn't allowed to see and we had to rush to find them. Haha super funny 'cos I was carrying the Macs tray while walking all over the beach trying to find them. Then we finally reached somewhere near the underpass and I saw three girls squatting around a glowing core. Walking closer, I saw tens of lighted candles glowing in a heart-shape and 2 wrapped gifts in the middle of the heart. Haha funny thing was they were all so grumpy 'cos all damn cui alr, I was a little sad that they were all so tired at first but after that I realised how much more the whole thing meant to me. Like how much effort they put in just to make something that I wanted. Thanks so much darlings. Really very touched by everything you all planned for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I were just talking today, that it's quite rare that people meet really close friends in JC. And I'm really very glad I found them. God has been so very kind to me he has blessed me with such great friends, and I really hope that even after JC ends, we will remain close. I'll be really happy if that happens 'cos you all mean alot to me, i.e. Jo, Joyce, Pam and Jinyi. Yup every single one of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, wanted to post photos as well of the beautiful birthday surprise but it's currently 12.34am on a school night so I gotta turn in very soon. Mass Dance at Suntec was super fun today!! Part of OG 17 aka Extra OG aka OG of Crashers. Hahaha nice to feel a sense of belonging :) But it was really pure good fun, thnks Joyce and Pam for sticking with me the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed, and loved. Really. How lucky am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photos up another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;K to dedicate this part to Jinyi who said my post damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;Really want to thank you for wanting to do this candle thing for me. I told you about it like more than a month ago and I didn't think you'd actually put it into action. I was really damn happy la thanks so much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-8940817541204262167?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8940817541204262167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=8940817541204262167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8940817541204262167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8940817541204262167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-18th-birthday-one-of-best-birthdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2096412772952906198</id><published>2010-02-02T06:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:14:28.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad happy! It's currently 6am on a school day (i should still be sleeping at this time normally).&lt;br /&gt;BUT FAITH CALLED ME AT 5+ AM LIKE THREE TIMES UNTIL I FINALLY PICKED UP THE CALL&lt;br /&gt;At first i was thinking like, oh no maybe her mother leg pain.. haha damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;But once I finally opened my sleepy eyes to pick the phone up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: 'WHERE'S YOUR HOUSE! BLOCK 30 RIGHT!! '&lt;br /&gt;Denise: 'Helllooo? Huhhhhh (sorry damn sleepy). Yeah. Block 30'&lt;br /&gt;Faith: 'I'm outside your door now!'&lt;br /&gt;Denise: 'WHATTT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's 6am she brought me Macdonald's breakfast and birthday present! And her present was so sweeeeeet I couldn't help tearing. She surprised me one day early cos she knew I'd be out with my other friends on the actual bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched, happy, gratified, excited, love, thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for such an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FAITH CHEAH XIAO YUN.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE BEST I EVER HAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2096412772952906198?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2096412772952906198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2096412772952906198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2096412772952906198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2096412772952906198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-omg-omg-im-mad-happy-its-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4129976366150934567</id><published>2010-02-01T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:11:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoned through almost every lesson today, except Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Adnaan caught me stoning, Mrs L caught me stoning, Ahmed caught me stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am. I really have no idea why this thing was affecting me so much last night.&lt;br /&gt;To the point that tears started rolling and my nose started feeling stuck that I couldn't breathe through my nose anymore (dont worry i was just being retarded as usual now ok alr)&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like to be called a bitch for no rhyme or reason k.&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;But I survived through today. Survived through 2.9km run, survived through the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;And after reading just one sentence on Fb, I've finally come to realise how loved I am. And how protected I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling to have :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ignoring you today it wasn't your fault. Promise it won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2 more days to my 18th! Doesn't really matter where we go or what we do, as long as I spend it with my lovie lovie friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-4129976366150934567?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/4129976366150934567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=4129976366150934567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4129976366150934567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/4129976366150934567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-stoned-through-almost-every-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6515660654557979176</id><published>2010-02-01T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:31:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Heart of Worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll bring You more than a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a song in itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is not what You have required&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You search much deeper within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the way things appear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're looking into my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's all about You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's all about You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song for the first time during TNG service today and it really touched me. The song is simply beautiful and it's my new favourite Christian song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA MADE MY DAY TODAY. The whole world had plans for today and I couldn't find anyone to shop with. Just when I was starting to feel lonely, pammy said she wanted to shop too! Happiness X Infinity.&lt;br /&gt;Love you P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so happy after going to church, missing tuition then shopping with Jo and Pam. Bought lots of cool stuff but mummy said my dress too short for cny so imma wear it for bday instead.&lt;br /&gt;Got home, came online. Felt emo again idk what the hell is wrong with me really.&lt;br /&gt;That's why after this post I'm gonna get off Fb.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's monday. Group PE. Go D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss you faith, if you're reading this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6515660654557979176?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6515660654557979176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6515660654557979176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6515660654557979176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6515660654557979176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-coming-back-to-heart-of-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3955291942747778831</id><published>2010-01-31T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:20:46.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stomach is blissfully full from the Jap dinner I had just now.&lt;br /&gt;My hair's untied or unclipped, feels as free as can be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my comfy-est PJs and lying on my bed in the air-conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;Quilt and bolster in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Messaging two of my friends that I most frequently sms, before I get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My early birthday present just by my side, wrapped up prettily in a pink box.&lt;br /&gt;I get to sleep in tomorrow. Since church only starts at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Life feels so safe and blissful like that.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3955291942747778831?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3955291942747778831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3955291942747778831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3955291942747778831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3955291942747778831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-stomach-is-blissfully-full-from-jap.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7021361670034873176</id><published>2010-01-30T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:08:44.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John 13:34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'A new comand I give you : Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak the truth, I think I haven't been very nice of late. Towards a certain person (not gonna disclose who but he/she is not someone I'm close to) and I have been rather temperamental. Orientation has started for the new intake of J1s and more so for the J2 OGLs and it suckkkksssssss biggg timeeee that I'm missing out on all the fun. Imagine hearing screams and thumping from the hall when you're seated in the lecture theatre trying to concentrate on Vectors. Not okay. Gave up trying to concentrate during Math lecture and ended up talking to Ahmed instead. I don't get why the school forbids any one with detention record (even just one, like hello?) to be OGL. Or better yet, Station Master. That's plain stupid, everyone deserves a second chance, at least. And it doesn't help when half of the class get back from OGL stuff and just talk non-stop abt orientation. So if you see me quiet or seemingly aloof these days, you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling this way. But it's alright, I'm getting used to the hype. Just waiting to crash O-Night on friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was kind of in a bad mood on thursday. Felt so stonish, hate that feeling. Wanted to go out with someone&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for dinner to cheer myself up but I knew she was too tired so oh well, cannot blame her. Ended up going to the bedok pasar malam with Ahmed and Clement (Tan). Ate takopachi and yummylicious Ramly burger. Yummy yummy, happy happy comfort food :) Felt tons better after that. We went to jalan jalan then I got matching bracelets with Clem :) Colourful beaded one I likeee. Friendship bracelet :) Now I have too many things to wear on my wrist to school alr. Got my favourite bigass watch, my blue and pink wristbands that Jo, Pam Joyce and I all have, and this new one. I likey. Went to do work at Bedok Macs at around 8. Clement left at 9+ while Ahmed and I stayed there doing math till 10.30. Quite fun to hang out with guys once in a while I guess cos can just talk cock and they're v direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, school ended early. Love fridays!! 11.40am end school is mad love ok. It feels like I have the whole day to do my own things. Went to Parkway with class ppl Clement (Lim), Mark, Diane, Pam, Jinyi, Joyce and Jo. Ate at subway where they gave really gross drinks like lemon barley that tasted like water and jinyi had some drink that tasted like chlorine. Damn gross. They should have given us a cookie or something to compensate us! After that we did work at berrylite then at Mos. Jinyi left early for waterpolo while joyce left at 7 and jo stayed with me till 9 :) Fairly productive I guess. Did two econs essay outlines plus tutorial 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I've so much time on my hands now that I can go into so much detail about my life. Waiting for tuition to start. Gonna chiong this weekend and relax next week :) Studying with yanners in mpl later. Wanna finish all the vectors tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as for the quote right at the top of this post. Imma try to love everyone. Even people that annoy me, I'm gonna try not to be mean back at them. And to people that have showering me with lots of love, I wanna try to love them even more. Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's coming. My 18th birthday's coming. Husband's birthday's coming. Yan's birthday's coming. Jinyi's birthday coming. Road Run's coming. Woah Feb's a really happening month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;Alright, killed enough time. Gotta go and pack bag for the day now. Bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's something you and I know that no one else knows. and i thank you for keeping it a secret for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Anyone can catch your eye. But it takes someone special to catch your heart.'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7021361670034873176?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7021361670034873176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7021361670034873176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7021361670034873176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7021361670034873176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-1334-new-comand-i-give-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5221273133450187965</id><published>2010-01-23T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:29:08.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark's in my tuition!!! Woohoo not alone anymore yo.&lt;br /&gt;Am very tempted to do Z's item but no, STUDIES COME FIRST DENISE CHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I realised that I would really love to have a dog as a pet. Like someone I can always hug when I'm sad or insecure. But what the shit, I'M TERRIBLY SCARED OF DOGS LIKE TO THE POINT THAT I CAN CRY ONE. Sighhh. Shall make do with my stuff toy, or friends that hug me from time to time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really feel like talking to someone now. But that person isn't replying my sms :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5221273133450187965?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5221273133450187965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5221273133450187965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5221273133450187965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5221273133450187965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/marks-in-my-tuition-woohoo-not-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7289022298409109740</id><published>2010-01-23T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:36:11.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i overthinking? Or am I just too worried of what people might think of me. Everything's as simple as ABC but as complicated as Complex Roots. Shit ballz I'm gonna get my mind off here ok bye blogger world and hello tuition and homework and chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7289022298409109740?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7289022298409109740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7289022298409109740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7289022298409109740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7289022298409109740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-overthinking-or-am-i-just-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3082499219921304311</id><published>2010-01-22T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:22:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mornings in school + Random ramblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm insane sometimes, my classmates may argue that it's most of the time. But while the workload is perpetually piling up, I don't feel the sense of reluctance whenever I step into the school compound by the back gate every morning. Instead, I step onto the track, iPod plugged, peering at the sea of green that I once thought was hedious, and finding myself looking for the close friends I've made, especially in 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Jinyi will be the first person I see 'cos everyone's still hanging out in the canteen. And that's how my day starts everyday with her daily greetings of 'Dear you look like a puppy today/ you look like you just come out from rubbish bin/ why your hair so messy'. Haha it's the little stuff like these that gets me so used to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd see familiar faces from secondary school, Yan, Syaf, Elenna, Noelle and the list goes on.. It's a great feeling to have. 7.25 a.m. The music starts to play 'It's a beautiful dayyyy'. This song never fails to perk me up. Slowly, people start to stroll into the assembly ground from the canteen. I people-watch. Then I see a big-eyed, sleepy-faced but smiley daughter #1, a small-eyes, blur-but-always-cheerful daughter #2, a gentle, genuine smile from daughter #3 and then I see a girl I've known since sec 1, with her bag full of god-knows-what, her shoebag, her files.. yeah, as you can guess it's nat and her karang guni stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us have our own flaws, have our ugly sides, but true friends have long accepted that, and embraced our goodness instead. We may quarrel and disagree for time to time, but that's what keeps the relationship real. I can name 10 things I don't like about my friends but I'm sure I can list a 100 more things on what I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about them. I'm sure my antics annoy the hell out of my friends sometimes too, but I constantly feel loved, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my mad awesome class. 18/09 FTW. Filled with lots of distinct and interesting personalities, no nerds no weirdos no gangsters. And apparently we're also the chiobu class cos got alot of chiobu in our class. Lol but really, my class's very bonded in a way that even though there are cliques, anyone can click with anyone. We can hang out together and it's most often than not fun. I cannot emphasize how much I adore my class. Without these people, school will be like hell. Dry and torturous. But with them in it, it isn't so bad anymore. It's actually kind of fun? My days are filled with laughter, and I thank all my friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last year of education wearing a uniform, feeling this sense of closeness with your classmates. And instead of stressing myself out day by day, I'm gonna count my blessings, and make every minute worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to the bus stop with Jo today and thinking to myself why I've so many extreme sides in me. Extreme &lt;em&gt;differing&lt;/em&gt; sides to myself. Pondered over it while I was bathing too.&lt;br /&gt;Let us count the ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've oily skin and dry hair. (supposed to be both same you know?!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm loud yet shy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rough but I can be ladylike when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bochap but I care alot about what my friends think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm brave yet timid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm strong yet weak.&lt;/strong&gt; (I cannot emphasize this enough) I may seem very strong emotionally but once someone close to me does something to hurt me, well let's just say an ocean forms in my eyes and then my heart starts to tremble)&lt;br /&gt;I'm fun-loving yet I love alone-time in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Pure Chinese yet people often mistake me for a Malay/ Indian/ Chindian / Mixed&lt;br /&gt;I'm retarded yet serious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sociable but I too think I'm an introvert.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confident most of the time but I can feel like the lousiest shit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Is this enough to prove that I'm an odd creature? I think I've convinced myself that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today I held Diane's bag captive, and she said she loves me and that I'm not just a friend to her. Hahaha that was hilarious. She always annoys me so much but I can never stay angry with her. Quite fun to hang out with her after school in the canteen :)&lt;br /&gt;P. P. S. Adeline's birthday today! We got her a cake and a balloon. She got 50 roses damn nice ohmygod. But glad she had a very happy birthday! And why oh whyyy must my bday fall on an orientation day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3082499219921304311?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3082499219921304311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3082499219921304311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3082499219921304311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3082499219921304311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-mornings-i-think-im-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-8848478971729533852</id><published>2010-01-19T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:00:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School madness week 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428448219496173906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S1W45Pyr0VI/AAAAAAAAFuM/Et8hdGPDx6s/s400/18166_277851528085_716033085_4499328_6944518_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428448213555522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S1W445qUrOI/AAAAAAAAFuE/Rcdq6rDCrPA/s400/18166_277860188085_716033085_4499405_6890216_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/09 Beach cleaning! To summarize it all, we picked up 100s of cigarette butts for an hour and played, camwhored for the next 2 hours. Veryyyy fun :) Garret got pushed to the sea, causing his specs to get washed away by the violent waves, but around 7 minutes later when everyone was about to give up finding, Mark found it! Yay I love my classmates &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance vetting with Ms W and Z today! Went okayy. Z was quite hilarious about the gaga thing haha. Oh and Mr Quek our GP tutor helped us write a super imba synopsis for our dance item. Gna get present for him to thank him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Econs project finally over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming pe starts this thursday. Ran around parkway trying to find padding for swimming costume, thanks gladys for accompanying me. Finally found it! And jinyi lent me goggles for swimming yay happy happy now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All smiles for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-8848478971729533852?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8848478971729533852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=8848478971729533852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8848478971729533852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/8848478971729533852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-madness-week-2-1809-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S1W45Pyr0VI/AAAAAAAAFuM/Et8hdGPDx6s/s72-c/18166_277851528085_716033085_4499328_6944518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-3193612812137616728</id><published>2010-01-16T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:05:57.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEKEND AT MIGHTY LONG LAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even supposed to be online now but I'm gonna mug my ass off later with Reuben and Yan at mpl so I guess I can slack now :) The first week of school felt like eternity. Everything starting to pile up, mounting to the ginormous sea of homework I have for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sleeping at 10.30pm EVERY SINGLE DAY. cannot tahan just damn tired and sleepy after dance. So weekends must chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dance yesterday. Yay yan said I improved at hiphop :)) Then now I must go master my own dance Almost Lover 'cos I keep forgetting the new part :( Sigh alot of stress very paiseh when co-choreographer of the dance forget her own step so alot of pressure somemore nat so pro sia. K nvm, good thing is we're almost done with almost lover, except for blocking! and nat like my new hand whoosh part woohoo yay very happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with class people except for jinyi cos she go back to malaysia to get married (k im kidding she went for a wedding) then after that we played ER LING WU walao they hit my hand until damn pain red already! Joyce was very funny she hit jolene's hand until it shook then she said 'SORRY, IM VERY EXCITED' Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfi came back from NS yst for SYF prac. He told us his army stuff during dinner damn funny. The horfun there taste like saliva and this china bunkmate only knows how to say 2 english words - F YOU. Hahaha hilarious max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with yan, dicky, lutfi, reuben, choong lee, ding xiang and mark at bedok kfc. laugh till can die cos we recalled choong lee during dance exco hastings/ interview. when asked what he thinks will be an effective way to bond the club he said 'sit down together play concentration' -.- wth haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and I like my new econs teacher! she's strict but she's good. she makes econs much more understandable and she forces us to read lecture notes beforehand, which I am going to do just that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and H1 bio really damnnnnn shiok. Same class as yan so it's like sec 4 again:) shi yin's in my class too thank god im not the only one from 18/09! Yup anw bio syllabus is reduced DRASTICALLY. so much less stuff to memorise = more time for other subjects and less stress! so now i gotta pay more attention to chem and math esp.&lt;br /&gt;NO O&amp;amp;C OF EU AND PRO&lt;br /&gt;NO VIRUSES AND BAC&lt;br /&gt;MEN GEN 2 ONLY TWO PAGES&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright going for math tuition soon so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-3193612812137616728?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/3193612812137616728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=3193612812137616728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3193612812137616728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/3193612812137616728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-at-mighty-long-last-im-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1358454914240075046</id><published>2010-01-13T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:16:20.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi school has started and ive used up my 3 computer limit for this week alr. Doing some admin stuff for dance now. Today's meeting was quite solemn and yst ms w scolded us, really gotta buck up cos I want Reverie V to be an awesome one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 daughters have been entertaining me and keeping me sane admist all the school stuff, as usual. Omg they're really a bunch of hilarious ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pamela your hair look like kukujiao&lt;br /&gt;Pam: Whattttt!!! *flies away guniangly&lt;br /&gt;Jolene: (walking slowly from behind) huhhhh? what is kukujiao? chicken ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL chicken your head lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bought this hello kitty stick thing used to tie bun for pamela, from taiwan. and i always thought it was for hair until i gave pam her gift and she made me realise that it was used to dig ears hahaha can die laughing again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in some situations things are just super ridiculously funny? These are the ones but pretty sad that when it's written down in the blog not as funny anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, jinyi looked like a skinny cow in her jacket today. Joyce said she looked seductive.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, she always want to seduce people one what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay someone gna call me b*****d now so byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//updated&lt;br /&gt;omg i just took one hour to choreo ONE EIGHT of almost lover. then i got stuck no inspiration alr. kk gonna shower and chillax now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1358454914240075046?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1358454914240075046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1358454914240075046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1358454914240075046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1358454914240075046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-hi-school-has-started-and-ive-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7128454264313358957</id><published>2010-01-10T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:32:17.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last day of freedom baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040382287485234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdfA5lGTI/AAAAAAAAFt8/93JSO3BVTj0/s400/18777_242058020846_663645846_3325657_4416494_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040380827513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mde7dfscI/AAAAAAAAFt0/UaRuJfSrepI/s400/18777_242058115846_663645846_3325658_2196703_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdeukAXtI/AAAAAAAAFts/sFH_r6Uhoeg/s1600-h/18777_242059735846_663645846_3325672_3409089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040377365159634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdeukAXtI/AAAAAAAAFts/sFH_r6Uhoeg/s400/18777_242059735846_663645846_3325672_3409089_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Open House performance aka grad night item. Thanks for the shots daph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdeXxNY0I/AAAAAAAAFtk/CJeVwtetCYA/s1600-h/18777_242062205846_663645846_3325687_4432073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040371246523202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdeXxNY0I/AAAAAAAAFtk/CJeVwtetCYA/s400/18777_242062205846_663645846_3325687_4432073_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pammy and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdduHcuzI/AAAAAAAAFtc/bm84zqV2-wA/s1600-h/17972_237022797991_596617991_3323251_566446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425040360065514290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdduHcuzI/AAAAAAAAFtc/bm84zqV2-wA/s400/17972_237022797991_596617991_3323251_566446_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Dinner with the dancers! (this is only our side of the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my eyesight to get new contacts. What the shit it's around 700 degrees for both eyes now. Damn bad. And with all the mugging for A's, it's gonna get worse. Damn it why do I get the bad eyes, bad hair, bad ball sense, bad everything! Ahhh. Nvm, God still loves me :) God loves me despite all my weaknesses and shortcomings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember when I said I'll be a nerd this year? Yup, tomorrow's the start of my one-year long plan to be a geek hehe. Of course I won't be that sad life lah will still play a bit and but I'll be v serious about my studies too. SO since it's the last day of freedom, I decided to heck all my unfinished homework and go out of the house instead:) I think I wanna swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I need to choreo for Almost Lover also. Nat's doing the speech part while I'll rechoreo plus add on some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DAMN SHIOK, I realised tmr end school early so hw not due tmr! Whoopeedoodles plus the entire class except for me has bio test on tues :) Mine's on thurs of sth! Cos different bio classes alr since I dropped to H1. Speaking of which, really hope I get into same bio class as nehneh! Timetable's okayyy so far mon-thurs end at 3 plus which is quite late but get this, Fridays end at 11.40am!! Mad love! Can go home sleep, slowly bathe then study ahh awesome. That's why I chose not to do Z's item cos his prac is on fri 5.30pm! So like very waste that beautiful friday timetable I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I feel like swimming again. Maybe I will. Going to cousin's house to enjoy some family love, swim, and try their homemade crabcakes yums. BUT i'm no slacker okay I'm bringing my hw there and am gonna choreo there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after blogging so much this hol, my blog needs a rest. From tomorrow onwards, I'll only come online max 3 times a week. K baibai!&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/12669189-7128454264313358957?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7128454264313358957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7128454264313358957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7128454264313358957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7128454264313358957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-freedom-just-checked-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0mdfA5lGTI/AAAAAAAAFt8/93JSO3BVTj0/s72-c/18777_242058020846_663645846_3325657_4416494_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2824709671691405371</id><published>2010-01-09T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:40:13.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TJ Open House 2010!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnTdloYdI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ISsxVERxEns/s1600-h/18777_242060000846_663645846_3325674_2102150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980810202112466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnTdloYdI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ISsxVERxEns/s400/18777_242060000846_663645846_3325674_2102150_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnS5HXInI/AAAAAAAAFs0/XTuiJs2OxXw/s1600-h/20267_241545114086_665569086_3332930_5500457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980800411476594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnS5HXInI/AAAAAAAAFs0/XTuiJs2OxXw/s400/20267_241545114086_665569086_3332930_5500457_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424769154338509762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imzeDX08I/AAAAAAAAFss/uk4WJXwydzI/s400/P1070674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imy-agfpI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c4ZxmJ8oOYE/s1600-h/P1070677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424769145845612178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imy-agfpI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c4ZxmJ8oOYE/s400/P1070677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imyIG1yiI/AAAAAAAAFsc/08yajBNH0_U/s1600-h/P1070678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424769131267607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imyIG1yiI/AAAAAAAAFsc/08yajBNH0_U/s400/P1070678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imxg6-p3I/AAAAAAAAFsU/K2gt8ItpzQA/s1600-h/P1070680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424769120748873586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0imxg6-p3I/AAAAAAAAFsU/K2gt8ItpzQA/s400/P1070680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiW5W3FbI/AAAAAAAAFsM/fJHvHMfD1iI/s1600-h/P1070681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424764265405289906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiW5W3FbI/AAAAAAAAFsM/fJHvHMfD1iI/s400/P1070681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980817487607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnT4uoNVI/AAAAAAAAFtM/rfS7zdov50o/s400/20267_241545194086_665569086_3332941_6158729_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980820382816274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnUDg5mBI/AAAAAAAAFtU/G8z9rMTZrs8/s400/20267_241545224086_665569086_3332944_3384267_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980811376032610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnTh9g-2I/AAAAAAAAFtE/k4BaJDeFWOc/s400/20267_241545189086_665569086_3332940_5604251_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiV1msupI/AAAAAAAAFr8/SWk6nU_K4FQ/s1600-h/P1070711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424764247218109074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiV1msupI/AAAAAAAAFr8/SWk6nU_K4FQ/s400/P1070711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424764239763751714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiVZ1cQyI/AAAAAAAAFr0/MXS-10bx5PU/s400/P1070720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiU69RZBI/AAAAAAAAFrs/qscuvkUhBpE/s1600-h/P1070721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424764231475094546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0iiU69RZBI/AAAAAAAAFrs/qscuvkUhBpE/s400/P1070721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at an ungodly hour of 6.15am today and dragged every inch of my body out of the mattress which I shared with Jo last night. FREAKING TIRED. Slept at 4am last night, Jinyi conked out earlier. Supposed to stay up all night but we were all pretty tired from yst's activities that our attempt at Jenga and Monopoly all failed cos we all damn sian and cranky and tired. I was in quite a sian and irritable mood too dunno why. Well then we just lay in bed and talk rubbish stuff which was the best part. I felt semi-conscious. Telling each other abt randoms stuffs like family, dreams, future, present, troubles, underarm hair. Yeah told you random alr and omg my eye sore I saw someone's bare butt she freaking stripped in front of me! Shall give everyone the benefit of the doubt if it's Jinyi or Jo who exposed her ass haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this morning us three sleepless zombies took bus to school, supposed to have ambassador meeting but couldn't find the rest so I just went to studio spend time with dancers (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda nostalgic but just one year ago, I was at TJ Open House and I was quite impressed by how together and warm the people in the school are. It's kinda like tk, everyone knows everyone. That's what I liked most about the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just one year down to today, I was busy preparing for dance item for Open House, running around parading dance costumes and hanging out with random TJCians like OG people aka inez, dance people too many to name, tk people like syaf and classmates like Jo, Pam, Jinyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change is constant, but change isn't always necessarily bad. From last year's open house to this year's one, SO MANY THINGS have changed. I've grown much closer to the school to the point of it being home for me, like my friends are my family members. I used to hate TJ in the first few days of orientation but from O-Nite onwards I guess everything changed. I love the school now! And today, how much fun we had doing mass dance (speedy) together and cheering together. Mega fun!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's starting very soon, and all the challenges I will face will start to unfold. I'm not afraid though, 'cos I know not just God and my family, but also my friends in this school will pull me through this very difficult year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, am starting to love TJCModernDance much much more now. The people I'm close to in dance are all so nice, yet fun and high. Yan the xiao ding dong, Nat the cute, Pam the guniang, Nura the girl with really cute expressions, Noelle the mamasan but she's actually v nice and of course Reubz the freaking retarded one. Haha awesome friends I've made here love X infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after open house we dancers + daph went to parkway pasta mania for lunch. i'm supposed to be on diet but i gave in to creamy chicken fussili and garlic bread. yum yum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K it's currently 11.40pm, I haven't bathed, I'm still eating maggi mee for supper, I have tons of homework to complete before the new term starts and there's church in the morning. Wondering if I should sleep early to make up for the lack of sleep last night or if should cram hw tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyw, thanks chicken backside for that very nice post on your blog (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12669189-2824709671691405371?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2824709671691405371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2824709671691405371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2824709671691405371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2824709671691405371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/tj-open-house-2010-woke-up-at-ungodly.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/S0lnTdloYdI/AAAAAAAAFs8/ISsxVERxEns/s72-c/18777_242060000846_663645846_3325674_2102150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5735842620771845468</id><published>2010-01-07T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:13:05.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt kind of down and lousy about myself but feel so much better after talking to jinyi and chicken backside. I guess everyone has to sacrifice things for something better. We may feel frustrated, upset, disappointed along the way but that's what make the end result even more valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely cannot imagine a world without friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5735842620771845468?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5735842620771845468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5735842620771845468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5735842620771845468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5735842620771845468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/felt-kind-of-down-and-lousy-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2820470038509454325</id><published>2010-01-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:06:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI HI HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very high from dance now omg dance the entire day&lt;br /&gt;10-11am : Dance meeting&lt;br /&gt;11-1 : Yan's hiphop&lt;br /&gt;1-2: Trying to choreo but fail damn tiring damn sad i think im the lousiest choreographer on earth :(&lt;br /&gt;2-4: Our item&lt;br /&gt;4-6: Recap ms wee's item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can die sia but nevertheless dance is really very fun it gets your mind off everything and the feeling after you sweat it out and master a step islike euphoria damn shiokkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so after practice ended we had dance dinner at Pizza Hut bedok one.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING HILARIOUS OMG I SWEAR I LAUGHED LIKE THERE'S NO TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben damn funny. He said dunno who said pamela (since she so guniang and neat and all) when she dance turn here turn there jump here jump there hair still in same position one. LOL SO TRUE! I'm the total opposite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another one of reuben's joke.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE MRT STATION THAT 10 NAKED MEN GO TO?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: TAMPINES (TENPENIS HAHAHA DAMN FUNNY RIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cheryl and nura were really hilarious too their antics plus pamela's guniang and noelle's mamasan-ness haha dance club has such funny people. Think the pizza hut ppl wanna kill us alr cos our noise was tearing down the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk gna do my homework soon!&lt;br /&gt;Tmr tj ambassador meeting then after that maybe gna study/hang out/koi milk tea with yan.&lt;br /&gt;Life's fun when it's the holidays  :) Starting to feel the pressure but somehow im not scared? Haha gna be a geek from monday onwards though (: y'all will be shocked by me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2820470038509454325?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2820470038509454325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2820470038509454325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2820470038509454325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2820470038509454325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-hi-hi-very-high-from-dance-now-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2749148846269240100</id><published>2010-01-05T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:36:39.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First week of the brand new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a new chapter in my life has officially started, where it is solely up to me what I want to right in it, how I want it to be. Gone were the days of 2009, happiness or sadness, success or disappointment, it is time to put those aside and start another journey to be an better person, a better daughter of God, a better friend, a better STUDENT (this one needs the most work) and better daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've restarted my habit of taking 15mins every night to do quiet time with God, which makes me feel really good and relaxed before I go to sleep :) I hope this will continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days has been spent in school. We had dance exco meeting and choreographer meeting for almost the whole day today. Discussed mainly about concert, which reminds me I have to email NEWater for sponsorship asap, email meeting minutes, come up with title and sypnosis soon for our item soon too! And I still can't decide if I should do finale or opening performance for concert hmm something to consider..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner and kinda do hw with Jo and Jinyi after that. Yes, Jinyi is finally back from Japan like after so long. And she got bangs now hahaha i wasn't quite used to it at first but I think it actually looks not bad. K la look quite pretty lah bet she'll be damn happy when she read this. Anyw, cheer up okay. Although I can't help much but I'm here if you need a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, daddy's next to me on the couch now and he fell asleep watching tv. Felt feverish last night and I had some giddy spells :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise sth, EVERYONE'S getting an iPhone it makes me even more not want to own it. Hate it when people are glued to their smartphones like playing games or going online when I'm talking to them or like during a dinner or something. What's so important in the phone that you will die without looking at it every 5 minutes!? K la im really not pinpointing at any iPhone-user here really. Just that I saw at least 5 iPhones today and it really has become more like a toy than a phone. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs project is almost done (left garret to do ppt hehe), GP hw is done, chem tutorial 1 and a half left to do, maths untouched, chem hol assignment untouched, poyo untouched, BIO UNTOUCHED shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K imma try to do some work before I sleep! Needa settle some dance admin stuff first though and another long day tmr sighhh. I WANT MY HOLS! GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2749148846269240100?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2749148846269240100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2749148846269240100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2749148846269240100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2749148846269240100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-brand-new-year-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5853673752287896592</id><published>2010-01-02T02:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:05:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snapshots of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pics-only post)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little munchkin's 5th birthday! (Today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850219113855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5IDE-nu_I/AAAAAAAAFrU/IXwNkmHWyqU/s400/P1070572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The simplest things that make a little girl happy - love, a pink princess gown, a tiara, birthday cake, balloons, presents, mummy and daddy. I remember when I was 5 I had lipstick and eyeshadow draw all over my white princess dress lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5IDRf0fnI/AAAAAAAAFrc/fm35jPJa9Pw/s1600-h/P1070579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850222474329714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5IDRf0fnI/AAAAAAAAFrc/fm35jPJa9Pw/s400/P1070579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all 19 of us sang the birthday song for her..&lt;br /&gt;'What's your birthday wish?&lt;br /&gt;'For everyone to sing a birthday song for me'&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5ICie62uI/AAAAAAAAFrM/ktswF1tGDpM/s1600-h/P1070533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850209854085858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5ICie62uI/AAAAAAAAFrM/ktswF1tGDpM/s400/P1070533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5ICSb1f5I/AAAAAAAAFrE/h1LOIpzopSM/s1600-h/P1070608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850205546184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5ICSb1f5I/AAAAAAAAFrE/h1LOIpzopSM/s400/P1070608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monopoly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pre-Xmas with my bestie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GkSkimAI/AAAAAAAAFq0/gJ2_WlvIVX4/s1600-h/P1070228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848590674991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GkSkimAI/AAAAAAAAFq0/gJ2_WlvIVX4/s400/P1070228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were both sick that day. Cough, specifially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GkCC9b6I/AAAAAAAAFqs/zBEOYo3TTa4/s1600-h/P1070224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848586239176610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GkCC9b6I/AAAAAAAAFqs/zBEOYo3TTa4/s400/P1070224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GjlVsJwI/AAAAAAAAFqk/f7KXbZt0wYY/s1600-h/P1070214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848578533107458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GjlVsJwI/AAAAAAAAFqk/f7KXbZt0wYY/s400/P1070214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blurry christmas lights along the streets which made everything more dreamy and warm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I did on the last few days of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GjG9q56I/AAAAAAAAFqc/yPYujofrt3s/s1600-h/P1070338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421848570379298722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5GjG9q56I/AAAAAAAAFqc/yPYujofrt3s/s400/P1070338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homework/study session with the girl who made me wait for 2 hours -.- Though not on purpose so cannot blame her. Haha. 29dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FkNxy8DI/AAAAAAAAFqU/AQ_917DaVpY/s1600-h/P1070345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421847489876783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FkNxy8DI/AAAAAAAAFqU/AQ_917DaVpY/s400/P1070345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch with cher ong at Banquet 'cos she was craving for meepok dry :) She ate damn alot. 2 bowls of meepok leh including mine! 30dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5Fj5GdtmI/AAAAAAAAFqM/WoTAF2ng34s/s1600-h/P1070349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421847484326327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5Fj5GdtmI/AAAAAAAAFqM/WoTAF2ng34s/s400/P1070349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies she baked! She gave me a tortoise-shaped one because according to her I'm very slow always last to reach school last to leave the classroom. Omg remember last time Mrs Loy always say 'Cherniseeeee Deniseeeee' HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FjfXa-mI/AAAAAAAAFqE/dgFL78NaL-Q/s1600-h/P1070351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421847477418130018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FjfXa-mI/AAAAAAAAFqE/dgFL78NaL-Q/s400/P1070351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She damn funny wear sonata leotard inside. Haha have fun in Phuket dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xmas 2009! One word - Love. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421847464172483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FiuBac0I/AAAAAAAAFp0/8yYocQY5wvw/s400/22542_218988058611_565653611_3153243_262159_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Too busy to set up the real thing. Hence, this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421845310902130082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DlYdwVaI/AAAAAAAAFok/v9KwIczMS2I/s400/22542_218987963611_565653611_3153231_3244999_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421846146591510354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5EWBpoT1I/AAAAAAAAFpc/YH1yTwr-Sug/s400/P1070284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffed turkey! Traditional christmas dinners are the besttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421846143390265506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5EV1uZMKI/AAAAAAAAFpU/btQA2eBz558/s400/P1070285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hammy ham ham! So christmassy (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421846155088221730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5EWhTZ1iI/AAAAAAAAFpk/rIijt-8_eyo/s400/P1070280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bite-sized veggie snacks to munch on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421846134622420130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5EVVD-fKI/AAAAAAAAFpM/NbiV1tQabGA/s400/P1070286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty salad my aunty made for me! With mangoes, sausages, turkey, pomela and my absolute fav- Basalmic Vinegar omg I can feel my mouth watering. (i know, i know i'm such a pig. what to do? I come from a family of foodies and that's a real blessing!mad love) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421845340388523202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DnGT2_MI/AAAAAAAAFpE/9UyjpJgANLo/s400/P1070290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy lip-smackin delicious light cream seafood vongole pasta made by Nick my cousin! Ahhh budding chef cook it for my birthday please! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421845331777985698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DmmO8nKI/AAAAAAAAFo8/c3Yz3EQP0l0/s400/P1070292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fish Gratin made by my sis. Layered with mashed potato, light cream, prawns, squid, fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drooling at the thought of it now. Ate my aunty's authentic swedish version of this dish when we went to sweden during christmas period last year (: ahhh miss the food and the place of course. I MISS GERMANY BIG TIME TOO! Best place to be during xmas, hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, what's with me and midnight and cravings for creamy stuff? At first it was the creamy pasta, and now this. Currently 3.34am btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421847470148536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5FjESNxwI/AAAAAAAAFp8/6sAqY-vBBjc/s400/22542_218988213611_565653611_3153261_5071562_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DmB4GHgI/AAAAAAAAFo0/KCwRRm8fy7Y/s1600-h/P1070317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421845322018463234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DmB4GHgI/AAAAAAAAFo0/KCwRRm8fy7Y/s400/P1070317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise! Christmas is a festive season for both young and old :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421845314824149666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5DlnE1mqI/AAAAAAAAFos/B3yM-is8ZQo/s400/P1070323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The photo frame we gave grandma. That's my stylish grandma in the foreground (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421846161656343858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5EW5xXbTI/AAAAAAAAFps/gZLei75-ZhI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Countdown to 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5B5hj11DI/AAAAAAAAFoU/rahkKBWhnvY/s1600-h/22571_1198379804926_1391444890_30547264_4046486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843457917703218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5B5hj11DI/AAAAAAAAFoU/rahkKBWhnvY/s400/22571_1198379804926_1391444890_30547264_4046486_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pam :) Guniang to the max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BuWjdu2I/AAAAAAAAFoM/HHzQNB9YguM/s1600-h/22571_1198380124934_1391444890_30547272_1397456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843265984772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BuWjdu2I/AAAAAAAAFoM/HHzQNB9YguM/s400/22571_1198380124934_1391444890_30547272_1397456_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telepathic, always ending up with the same pose, albeit bimbotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope nope, Denise Choo is no bimbo sorry. I get very angry when people call me bimbo! But that's so 2009. 2010 I'll be so geeky no one will have a chance to call me a bimbo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BtnVHa0I/AAAAAAAAFn8/yiSNX6CJM3M/s1600-h/22571_1198381204961_1391444890_30547296_3451532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843253308123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BtnVHa0I/AAAAAAAAFn8/yiSNX6CJM3M/s400/22571_1198381204961_1391444890_30547296_3451532_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last drink of 2009- My fav Mocha Frappe dusted with lots and lots of chocoloate powder and whipped cream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BtIAmBEI/AAAAAAAAFns/qGCrG7XxBIs/s1600-h/22631_1309112532392_1367962400_857879_2925967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843244900549698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BtIAmBEI/AAAAAAAAFns/qGCrG7XxBIs/s400/22631_1309112532392_1367962400_857879_2925967_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three daughters and I :) *starts crooning 'Thank God I Found You by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BA0xvIDI/AAAAAAAAFnk/p4gSIdHTmpI/s1600-h/new_year%27s_eve_013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421842483823714354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BA0xvIDI/AAAAAAAAFnk/p4gSIdHTmpI/s400/new_year%27s_eve_013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last meal of 2009, some korean eatery in Suntec. Yum yums. I had Katsu Chicken Curry with rice which was a not a wise choice 'cos I probably shouldn't be eating fried chicken and spicy curry despite my cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843261616037234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BuGR4HXI/AAAAAAAAFoE/9b6vJQszGJQ/s400/22571_1198380724949_1391444890_30547285_6032330_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421842475858714418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BAXGu3zI/AAAAAAAAFnU/GWf8LPp6vo0/s400/new_year%27s_eve_065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from the mad clamouring of people outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421841239655769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_4Z4-5hI/AAAAAAAAFms/6CdEW101Rug/s400/P1070403.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Performances loaded with my favourite hits American Boy, Use Somebody, Viva La Vida and Bad Romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BAvomOKI/AAAAAAAAFnc/e24Kb2j06WM/s1600-h/new_year%27s_eve_035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421842482443204770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BAvomOKI/AAAAAAAAFnc/e24Kb2j06WM/s400/new_year%27s_eve_035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5A_s9nOvI/AAAAAAAAFnE/2Wh6FuVRGx4/s1600-h/new_year%27s_eve_137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421842464546175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5A_s9nOvI/AAAAAAAAFnE/2Wh6FuVRGx4/s400/new_year%27s_eve_137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_47Bg4EI/AAAAAAAAFm8/UkH3ELQ1Dqw/s1600-h/new_year%27s_eve_152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421841248549920834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_47Bg4EI/AAAAAAAAFm8/UkH3ELQ1Dqw/s400/new_year%27s_eve_152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_4uAC3HI/AAAAAAAAFm0/XdxUg3BwOA8/s1600-h/P1070402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421841245054098546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_4uAC3HI/AAAAAAAAFm0/XdxUg3BwOA8/s400/P1070402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;25 000 floating spheres of wishes at the Marina Bay. Wonder which one is ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_32Z4XkI/AAAAAAAAFmk/P3HDBQi3_QA/s1600-h/P1070482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421841230130077250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz4_32Z4XkI/AAAAAAAAFmk/P3HDBQi3_QA/s400/P1070482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843464447308018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5B554nsPI/AAAAAAAAFoc/g19gxW7uMr8/s400/P1070496.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843250125356018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5BtbeSO_I/AAAAAAAAFn0/pDyOP44cD08/s400/22571_1198381924979_1391444890_30547312_1832362_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello 2010, I'm full of anticipation of all the challenges, new beautiful memories you'll feed me as part of my life being 18. I'm not missing 2009 because I have this gut feeling that this year will be a great year, irregardless of the tremendous amount of stress I may go through for A's. I want to stay strong with God, and continue being blessed with the company and support of my friends and family. With this, I take on the challenge of this new year with much hope and faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5853673752287896592?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5853673752287896592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5853673752287896592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5853673752287896592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5853673752287896592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2010/01/snapshots-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sz5IDE-nu_I/AAAAAAAAFrU/IXwNkmHWyqU/s72-c/P1070572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-428402731572747573</id><published>2009-12-31T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:20:25.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craving for creamy mushroom pasta now!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the title of my post has absolutely no relation to what I'm about to blog about for this post. But im really craving for it big time now i would pay 100bucks just for a plate! All my savings go down to that plate of hot-off-the-pan, creamy goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok nvm, I shall blog to distract myself and rid myself of those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' I think ballets are boring'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Quotes G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's something I'll nvr expect to hear in my entire life! Haha people who know g well will think this is a really ohamgee moment but oh well, just thought it was quite funny so I decided to post it here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, being the very last week of 2009, I caught up with several friends from tk - Cher, Nat and HHX. All for separate reasons. I still have Taiwan photos, christmas photos, outing photos ahya alot of photos that I'm really lazy to put up. 'Cos blogger uploads photos as fast as the movement of the hour hand on my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I see many reflections of 2009 being put up on various blogs, and Cher went 'I bet you will have a long post about 2009 today' and it being the very last day of the year, I'll do a (hopefully short) summary of the not-so-great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was definitely not the best year yet, to say the least. I feel that I actually remember more sad stuff than happy stuff? Quite unusual of me but some thoughts and happenings are just not easy to be erased away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early in the year, 2009 already kicked off with a bad start when my uncle passed away when he lost the battle called cancer. It was my first time experiencing losing somemore close to you, day be day he seemed weaker and skinnier. Mum, who was really close to him got less cheerful and worried as the days go by. Till this day, and for my entire life, I think I will always remember so clearly the look of my mum's face, her expression, her tears, her voice when she got that call at 6 in the morning telling her that my uncle has passed away. I hugged her tight but I had no idea how to comfort her. I felt my heart literally dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got slightly better a few months later - I got to Exco, we performed for Talentime, College Day, Music in the City, not forgetting the most recent Grad Night. All were pleasant experiences but I still wish everyone would be more bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best thing that happened to me this year was getting closer to my classmates, some of them. Joyce, Jolene, Pam, Jinyi and Ad (in no particular order). It's funny 'cos I've always taught secondary school is the only place you'll meet great friends but TJ proved me wrong. I'm thankful though. These people have seen my stressed, upset, happy, sad, impatient, bored, any kind of emotions. And they've always been there for me, be it in or outside school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for SLCongress and SlCamp. Learning experiences indeed and I got to know alot of other TJCians from different classes and different CCAs. Pretty cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my two constants- Faith and Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha wah sound so grand right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith has always been there for me since I was sec 1. We watched each other grow up from awkward tweenagers to the confident, more outspoken women (according to her) we are now. And through every single setback, every single time my heart felt like it was about to be shattered, she was always always there to listen to me, encourage me and show me lots of love :) Although we meet once a month now, sometimes less sometimes more, it is NEVER awkward we can just go on talking and talking and talking. Although she has a bf now she still sets aside time for me , and I'm one of her most impt ppl in her life hehe okay she didnt say that but i know she feels that way :) I heart you dear, cheers to many more years of friendship to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the cutest, most retarded yet always-always there friend, CHERZY ONG!&lt;br /&gt;K la, Serzy/Cherzy/Cher i love you so much although I don't say it often. But I do. I think without her, I wouldn't have survived my sec 3 and sec 4 lives. SERIOUSLY. Mhmm I think my current schoolfriends think I'm really retarded as in my actions and all but you guys just have to meet cher she's 1000times worse than me lol! But v cute la, and she makes me laugh so much :) Not only that, I can always count on her for anything, really. It's like I know she'll ALWAYS be there. Although she stays so far away and we meet once a month (or even less), I always know she's just a phone call/message away. Any problem I may encounter, she's there. It's a really great feeling, knowing you'll never be alone. Love you cher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I blessed to have such 2 great awesome bestest best friends? I think I am :)&lt;br /&gt;I always think that it's much better to have 2 close friends you can trust your life upon than having a gazillion normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for always being with me, through &lt;em&gt;everything. &lt;/em&gt;Every setback, every thought, every feeling, he's just always always there. Quite happy that I'm going to go church with Jo very soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you chill pill, for your xmas card and entertaining me with your msgs that include all the suaning and whatnots. And of course, being there when I'm stressed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be a challenging year.&lt;br /&gt;Concert + A's. I'm not sure how it'll turn out, I'm not sure how it'll handle it, but from this year on, for 2010 especially, I am going to put in my 100% in whatever I do. Be it academically or other stuff. I want to be less of a procrastinator and get things done, good and once and for all. I want to have a closer relationship with God and I want to stay close with the people I'm close to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not name it a resolution because resolutions are usually forgotten one month later.&lt;br /&gt;It shall and will be what I work towards achieving everyday.&lt;br /&gt;1. Complete whatever I start, and to give it my best.&lt;br /&gt;2. Closer and longer-lasting relationships :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 2.20am now and I'm really looking forward to spend the last day of the year with my three daughters :)&lt;br /&gt;WILL post photos up in my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-428402731572747573?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/428402731572747573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=428402731572747573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/428402731572747573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/428402731572747573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/craving-for-creamy-mushroom-pasta-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-4918247901433913391</id><published>2009-12-28T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:48:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just about to do GP homework..Essay outline to be exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: Discuss the impact of the commercialisation of sports.&lt;br /&gt;First thing that came to mind: TIGER WOODS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg denise take your work seriously plzzzzz.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6829596725394974798</id><published>2009-12-27T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:51:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL THE GUY WON SINGAPORE IDOL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA BE SEXIST AND SAY IVE HAD ENOUGH OF BOY SINGAPORE IDOLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6829596725394974798?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6829596725394974798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6829596725394974798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6829596725394974798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6829596725394974798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hell-guy-won-singapore-idol-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-5188317923915574536</id><published>2009-12-25T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:11:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jingle bells are ringing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grown-up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not for myself, but for a world in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That right would always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And love would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my grown-up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mesmerized by beautiful christmas lights that light up the streets, listening and hearing christmas carols and people randomly shouting 'Merry Xmas!' in town, watching adults rush to Orchard Road to do some last minute christmas shopping, you know it's that time of the year again. Love has been frolicking in the air and filling houses with laughter and care. Regular dinner tables are suddenly filled with a big feast of turkey, ham&amp;amp;mango, salad, pasta and christmas desserts. Christmas trees are slowly being propped up and lighted up with twinkling, colourful lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my senses tell me it's my favourite time of the year, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This christmas, apart from being tied down by the Party-Poopers called Flu and Cough, I've been enjoying every minute spending time with the people that matter most to me. Had to attend 2 christmas parties this christmas- one bbq and one traditional xmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While young kids were jumping around, donning santa hats and shouting merry xmas! to everyone during the bbq, the past-midnight traditional xmas dinner, as usual, filled my mind and soul with great amount of love. Every christmas, I am extremely thankful for the wonderful family God has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, christmas always meant presents to me. Just like any kid would think right? But as we get older, the number of presents we receive gets smaller and smaller. This year, I received a mere 2-3 presents but nonetheless, in all honesty I'm really happy because this is the first year that I really shopped for presents for the adult relatives that have always been giving me so much love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a belt to dad.&lt;br /&gt;Earrings for mum.&lt;br /&gt;A big photoframa with family photos in it for grandma&lt;br /&gt;and several other people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got what I wanted for xmas too! The Face Shop liquid eyeliner from sis, and a plain navy blue shirt and necklace from aunt ;) Also, a christmas card from a friend although this is what I've been nagging this particular friend to give me the entire year. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about family and friends to me, about sharing the love and caring for the people we love. Love is intangible. It's something that can only be felt. The greatest things in life are intangible actually. Why do you think we close our eyes when we kiss or cry? Hehe okay so I read that from somewhere it wasn't something that I thought of. But it's true, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I guess everyone has a different take on xmas, but this is mine. Loving, loving and more loving. Of course, and thanking Christ for being in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-5188317923915574536?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/5188317923915574536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=5188317923915574536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5188317923915574536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/5188317923915574536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-are-ringing-so-heres-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-214560249979464820</id><published>2009-12-23T01:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:45:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To grandma with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was around 5- 7 years of age, my world revolved around a particular, very homely neighbourhood - Haig Road. Located not far away from TKG, it was where I grew up - my grandma's house, my kindergarten, my primary school, so on and so forth. I remember every morning, without fail, my sister and mum would bring me for breakfast along that stretch of road and after that, walk 10 blocks down to my kindergarten. Till now, this memory is still so vivid and clear to me because my 22-year old sister never fails to remind me how she used to walk a 'massive' 10 blocks just to send me to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many parts of Haig Road that holds so many precious and endearing memories for me. For breakfast, we used to spend nice, warm mornings in a little coffee shop near my grandma house, this coffee shop is oddly named 'Hollywood'. It never seems strange to me though, that a coffee shop was named after one of the most famous place in the world, because I never knew what Hollywood really meant till I got older. This humble coffee shop boasts the best kaya-butter toast, wanton mee and duck rice. To me, at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so silly when I was young, always asking my mum to buy a slice of butter that was found in the toast, so I could eat it as I walked back to grandma house. And being the ever doting mother my mum is, she did. And this was what started a very fond memory of mine now, munching on icy-cold butter on a toothpick, it was cold, creamy and delicious. Never thought about fat back then, whatever tasted good, whatever goes into my tum. The wanton mee stall used to sell fried wantons for $1 for 10, and it was one of my favourite coffee shop snacks. Following the advancement into where we are now, prices have raised, to 6 for a dollar. Sometimes, my mum would even buy a whole ball of prata dough back for me to play with, to prevent me from pinching off prata dough from the stall secretly, hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon would be spent in grandma house, where she would unfailingly cook lunch for my cousins and I, and take care of us. And I would, in pursuit of self-entertainment, plan timetables for my younger cousins and I. I can vaguely recall that 5.30pm was always reserved for the TV series Hi-5, while other components of our timetable also included napping time and ballet class, conducted by yours truly. Yes, at such a tender age I knew nothing about ballet and I guess I just mimicked what I saw and taught basic ballet steps to my twin cousins, 4 years younger than me. It was quite fun, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we're older, grandma, or more fondly known as ah ma, is ageing rapidly. She used to be like a doawager, towering over me. Now, I'm easily a head taller than her. She's much less fierce now, and often pants whenever she walks. But nevertheless, she still exudes that sense of warmth and love that grandmothers always do. She's very dear to me, I told her during the recentTaiwan trip that she's my bao bei (gem in chinese) and I asked her if I can call her Baby. Yes, my grandma is that precious to me. But she doesn't allow me to call her baby, not because she thinks I'm being rude but because she doesn't want others to think I'm ill-mannered, not treating elderly with respect. She told me that I could call her baby when no one was around, she doesn't mind. She always places her four grandchildren before herself. We are the world to her, we are her pride and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ever since my uncle left us early this year, the house in Haig Road has been empty. Renovations have been done though, and the house seemed newer than before, when we went back today. How ironic. Mum had asked my sister, twin cousins and I to lend grandma a helping hand today because she had to cook for a tangyuan festival. And being 78, these kind of chores may leave her feeling worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, this morning, we kickstarted our Operation Relive Childhood Memories. And where else to do that but Hollywood Coffee Shop of course. We had such a great spread for breakfast today - kaya-butter toast, wanton mee, prata, duck porridge and carrot cake. Everything felt so familiar to me, the people, the place, the food, it really pampered my senses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around the block under grandma house after that, then the entire day was spent playing cards, mahjong, singing together, and lending ah ma a hand whenever she needed it. For now, here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418126867537728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzENrfeWFII/AAAAAAAAFkc/Knw7o61s05E/s400/P1070114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418126883732216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzENsbzaWbI/AAAAAAAAFks/9HaSPl1anUU/s400/P1070096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418127499139313490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzEOQQX5b1I/AAAAAAAAFk0/ZHLUJERGjMo/s400/P1070104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418128411380409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzEPFWvH5nI/AAAAAAAAFlU/vNsir-dU95k/s400/P1070110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wanton mee (the wantons are fab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418127513024822658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzEOREGdfYI/AAAAAAAAFlE/SMgrjCcFxmk/s400/P1070112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;eggs for breakfast! who doesn't love the sound of breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418127521455220114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzEORjgbJZI/AAAAAAAAFlM/yC2T_jqayu8/s400/P1070107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thin-crusted, cold-buttered hot toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418129661058132562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzEQOGJgqlI/AAAAAAAAFl0/wZ05yk2FqAc/s400/P1070119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418126858433050498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzENq9jnt4I/AAAAAAAAFkU/SEQT2fuW4Z8/s400/P1070125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tangyuan, handmade with love :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-214560249979464820?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/214560249979464820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=214560249979464820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/214560249979464820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/214560249979464820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-grandma-with-love-when-i-was-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SzENrfeWFII/AAAAAAAAFkc/Knw7o61s05E/s72-c/P1070114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-722594197134950685</id><published>2009-12-20T01:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:44:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close brush with an earthquake, back home safe from Taiwan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 2pm flight from Taipei back to the sunny island of Singapore and guess who I met on the way out of the plane? Wan En! Omg, I swear we two meet at the weirdest places and it's always with our family. A few hours later, after dinner with the fam, we received news that a 6.8 magnitude eathquake shook several parts of Taiwan, including those we were in. The earthquake occured at 9.02pm while we arrived in Singapore at 7pm, lucky much? I am gonna count my lucky stars before I sleep tonight, after thanking God in my prayers, of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our 7day stay in Taiwan, specifically Taipei and Taichung, has come to a sweet closure. I must say, several parts of Taiwan amazed and intrigued me while several others disappointed me. Firstly, THE FOOD. Yes, Taiwan is famous for its food, especially those you get at night markets!&lt;br /&gt;List of popular Taiwanese snacks/food I laid my adventurous tastebuds on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chou dou fu (Smelly beancurd)&lt;br /&gt;2. Meatballs/Fishballs/Meat tangyuan which suckedd&lt;br /&gt;3. Deep fried mini soft shell crabbies&lt;br /&gt;4. Oyster mee sua with pig intestines&lt;br /&gt;5. Deep fried oysters MAJOR YUMS&lt;br /&gt;6. CUTTLEFISH EYEBALLS. (Never liked eyeballs but I wanted to try something different)&lt;br /&gt;7. The famous chicken cutlet&lt;br /&gt;8. Milk Tea&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it felt like I was indulging in Koi Milk Tea and Shilin everyday. We have these in Singapore but Taiwan has the real deal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was rather salty, oily and preserved in Taiwan. Guess it was kinda disappointing for me. But I enjoyed the fried oysters sooo much. OMG I HAVE TO RAVE ABOUT THIS. We had it at a streetside food stall in TaiChung. I normally hate the taste of oysters but this one was soooo fresh there was absolutely NO TASTE at all. We dip the deepfried oysters in a salt&amp;amp;pepper powder mix, pop it in your mouth, and you meet heaven. I swear. It was THAT good.&lt;br /&gt;The outside was fried to perfection, meaning it was of the right crispyness and the inside of the oyster literally MELTED in my mouth. I had 8 oysters at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we ate so much and visited so many places within these 7 days so it's impossible for me to go into detail but I'm just gonna share my experience with you on the highlights of my trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MAJOR HIGHLIGHT WAS STRIPPING NAKED TO GET TO THE HOT SPRINGS.&lt;br /&gt;At first we thought we could don our swimming attire and enter the hotsprings but when we got to Taiwan, our tourguide, called XiaoChen who was super cute, said NO, YOU HAVE TO BE ENTIRELY NAKED. Our mouths hung open in shock. It was hilarious. We tried to like plan how to walk and stuff like that. Like how to cover the most vital bits of our bodies and ahem, you know girls have 3 so it's kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to the hot springs, opened the curtain entrance and BAM. It was like a slap in the face. Seriously, I saw like tons of naked, pink from the heat, bodies staring straight at me. I tried not to stare too much but it really is kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so my mum, aunt, sis, cousin and I got to the dressing room where we had to undress ourselves before showering naked in front of everyone so that we could actually get into the hotsprings.&lt;br /&gt;In the dressing room, there were naked people conversing, naked people drying and combing their hair.. kinda disturbing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into the process of how I stripped but basically I thought to myself, 'HECK. THE FASTER THE BETTER. THE LONGER I PROLONG THIS STRIPPING PROCESS THE HARDER IT GETS'. So there goes, I went from fully clothes to my birthday suit and walked stark naked to the showering place and then quickly into the water,&lt;br /&gt;Horrifying, I saw boobs everywhere. And bushes too.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting a little too graphic. But it was even weirder when I saw my family members in the nude. haha but it got less awkward after a while, kinda get the hang of it. The hot spring was damnnnn shiok. Anyone that goes to Taiwan should give it a try, nude of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this 7D trip to Taiwan, I must say I really bonded with my already close-knitted family. My lovely grandma especially :) I love her so much. Full of love and grandmotherlyness if there's such a word. She's my gem and I'm hers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides sightseeing, shopping and eating at night markets, I really enjoyed the stay at the hotels.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a BIG hugeass fan of hotel stays, I mean who isn't right. But I absolutely love the whole bathtub, huge mirror, treated-like-royalty like kinda feeling. I soaked in the bathtub like almost every single night it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the festive season is just around the corner :) I'm really happy and getting into the warm christmasy mood. Christmas Eve night is always my favourite day of the year for me. It's like I live the entire year just for it. A whole christmas feast and present-opening with the fam. Lots of lovin' going around. This christmas, if I have the time, I wanna do a little something for everyone. If I have the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of everyone, I'm really missing my friends. Jo, Pam, Joyce, Cher, Faith, meet up soon? :) And am currently missing Jinyi now my phone seems less quiet without her hahaha but have fun in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back from Taiwan, I wanna take things slowly but I don't wanna procrastinate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Several things I really need to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. Study&lt;br /&gt;2. HW&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Catch up with the people I've been missing&lt;br /&gt;5. PACK ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, currently 2am and I'm loving the feeling of being home sweet home. Gonna tuck into my comfy bed soon. Goodnight, world :) Photos up soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ANYONE KNOW WHAT WE HAVE FOR HOMEWORK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-722594197134950685?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/722594197134950685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=722594197134950685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/722594197134950685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/722594197134950685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/close-brush-with-earthquake-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-678592676127282430</id><published>2009-12-12T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:12:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 9pm and I'm still in my nightgown, as in nightgown from YESTERDAY. Yes, that's right. I haven't bathed the entire day and my hair is still in the same messy bun it was when I woke up this morning. Kudos to me, no one can beat me in terms of laziness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I survived the entire year just to enjoy the holidays, so shouldn't I slack to my heart's content while I still can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, flight's at 12pm and my luggage is still empty. Sharing a hotel room and luggage with sissy and it's gonna get messy. Plus, even she hasn't packed yet. Hahaha but off to Taiwan we go! This time, I'm going with Mum, Dad, Sis, Nick, Nicole, Uncle and Aunts and Grandma. Total of 10 of us :) Was at Munich/Berlin last year at this time with nick and nicole and we had alot of fun basically just doing nonsense. Hahaha. Camwhoring, late nights, supper, EATING, shopping ahhhh I absolutely cannot wait to get out of Singapore as much as I appreciate this country when I'm overseas. Everytime I touch down in Singapore from the aeroplane I'll get damn happy. Haha.  But I'm not looking forward to the plane ride cos I absolutely DETEST aeroplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop going on and on if not I'll never stop. Plus my midnight blue nailpolish is slowly scraping off with all the typing. Shit, I'm sounding like a bimbo nowadays just blame it on juicystar07 on youtube. Haha if you're a girly girl and you're bored at home just go watch all her videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm leaving this blog for 7 days byeeee dancelikethat and all my secret readers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-678592676127282430?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/678592676127282430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=678592676127282430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/678592676127282430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/678592676127282430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-9pm-and-im-still-in-my-nightgown-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2256491373906984414</id><published>2009-12-12T13:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:24:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY CHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'little' bestie has turned 17. Okay, technically she was still 16 when I celebrated it with her on Wednesday, which was still 2 days shy of her birthday. Decided last minute that I wanted to give her a mini-birthday surprise and in one afternoon, I rushed to Parkway, printed photos, bought nice coloured papers for her birthday card, and also bought ingredients for the feast I prepared specially for her - Salmon&amp;amp;Prawn Carbonara, Grilled (Fine lah, toasted but it tasted just as good) marinated chicken wings and a pre-made salad :) I think my dinner passed with flying colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this girl loves to spoil her own surprise so the whole bday picnice thing wasn't much of a big surprise but I'm sure she had fun still. Haha we camped out at this eerie part of Esplanade Roof, it was really pretty creepy. Like almost every photo we tooked had us looking distorted. Mhmm, thrilling but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say to chernise ong yi xuan, thanks for always being there for me. Ever since I got to know you much better in Sec 3, I've never felt alone. Always felt that someone would always be there for me, backing me up. Even till now, everytime I'm sad you're always in the know and advising me and stuff. Thanks girl, our friendship WILL last forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu1tIEyPI/AAAAAAAAFjU/eNShYGeauHY/s1600-h/P1050982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414222677210876146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu1tIEyPI/AAAAAAAAFjU/eNShYGeauHY/s400/P1050982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu1cQYOjI/AAAAAAAAFjM/T0LVQaeA2TU/s1600-h/P1060048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414222672682302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu1cQYOjI/AAAAAAAAFjM/T0LVQaeA2TU/s400/P1060048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414224191697807746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMwN3B5aYI/AAAAAAAAFj0/q1I7nc4iuLo/s400/P1060015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414226009274127666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMx3qB3FTI/AAAAAAAAFj8/6e2Oll7N8AA/s400/P1060012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414226026624247874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMx4qqc6EI/AAAAAAAAFkM/i_0ii7Lwpck/s400/P1060041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414226016867276786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMx4GUNV_I/AAAAAAAAFkE/Q30VI9XwuAU/s400/P1060038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu0zOfLoI/AAAAAAAAFjE/Xw_YUWW3xRo/s1600-h/P1060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414222661668515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu0zOfLoI/AAAAAAAAFjE/Xw_YUWW3xRo/s400/P1060009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2256491373906984414?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2256491373906984414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2256491373906984414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2256491373906984414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2256491373906984414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-belated-seventeenth-birthday-cher.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyMu1tIEyPI/AAAAAAAAFjU/eNShYGeauHY/s72-c/P1050982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1714434442109878958</id><published>2009-12-10T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:28:15.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing is free,&lt;br /&gt;and I have to start reminding myself that without labour and hard work, I won't see any results.&lt;br /&gt;So I should clear all thoughts of regret and doubts and live my life with zest, hope and confidence again. Only then will I succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy tonight, someone treated me to JCo ice-cream :)&lt;br /&gt;Anw sis showed me this video recently and I really like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/msxjenixe#p/u/5/5GpLLi3M-QU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/msxjenixe#p/u/5/5GpLLi3M-QU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a guy and a girl singing but the way the girl sings it is really beautiful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1714434442109878958?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1714434442109878958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1714434442109878958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1714434442109878958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1714434442109878958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-is-free-and-i-have-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6898564844011210851</id><published>2009-12-10T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:07:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm about to tear my hair out trying to choreograph.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and listening to almost lover on repeat isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like the next few months till concert ends is gonna be really stessful for me. omg help i'm seldom this pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault that i can't think of any steps, is it?&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am hoping dinner with the ego girl is gonna lift my spirits, for today at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//update&lt;br /&gt;just ate a spoonful of peanut butter and nutella&lt;br /&gt;mhmmmm feeling tons better now&lt;br /&gt;but still feeling scared, what if i have no new choreography to teach the rest tmr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-6898564844011210851?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6898564844011210851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=6898564844011210851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6898564844011210851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/6898564844011210851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-about-to-tear-my-hair-out-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1338292303051674951</id><published>2009-12-10T12:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:44:20.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TJ Graduation Night Performance! (Pictures only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413478672964846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKK9U5BSI/AAAAAAAAFik/WUcyQAghXwY/s400/P1050096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Without makeup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKKe_8_7I/AAAAAAAAFic/vMAtBSTiwMc/s1600-h/P1050010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413478664823963570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKKe_8_7I/AAAAAAAAFic/vMAtBSTiwMc/s400/P1050010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413490666200804498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCVFDnKrJI/AAAAAAAAFi8/stlUPpmIX4I/s400/P1050018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKJyes7xI/AAAAAAAAFiU/y4BCKD4AngM/s1600-h/P1050030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413478652873338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKJyes7xI/AAAAAAAAFiU/y4BCKD4AngM/s400/P1050030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIiCJbjtI/AAAAAAAAFiM/4rWJYfwwwqE/s1600-h/P1050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413476870372691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIiCJbjtI/AAAAAAAAFiM/4rWJYfwwwqE/s400/P1050033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIhmb5_lI/AAAAAAAAFiE/-N2r68nB0yU/s1600-h/P1050042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413476862933990994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIhmb5_lI/AAAAAAAAFiE/-N2r68nB0yU/s400/P1050042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hotel room/dressing room/resting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIhYjeWFI/AAAAAAAAFh8/nOegENpP3Mw/s1600-h/P1050045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413476859207637074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIhYjeWFI/AAAAAAAAFh8/nOegENpP3Mw/s400/P1050045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIg3phZyI/AAAAAAAAFh0/s8G62awwEo4/s1600-h/P1050046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413476850374633250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIg3phZyI/AAAAAAAAFh0/s8G62awwEo4/s400/P1050046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love our faces without makeup so much more than with. Cos I look like a raccon with makeup on! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process of transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIgXtLdZI/AAAAAAAAFhs/xwMbWbPXQbw/s1600-h/P1050052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413476841800037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCIgXtLdZI/AAAAAAAAFhs/xwMbWbPXQbw/s400/P1050052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun part of performing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEyX-5uKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/OAUVfjbsqO4/s1600-h/P1050056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413472753065506978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEyX-5uKI/AAAAAAAAFhk/OAUVfjbsqO4/s400/P1050056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEx5Oni-I/AAAAAAAAFhc/sc4lFUyx3as/s1600-h/P1050054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413472744809925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEx5Oni-I/AAAAAAAAFhc/sc4lFUyx3as/s400/P1050054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCExpbLoXI/AAAAAAAAFhU/IDRG8IHSIaI/s1600-h/P1050062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413472740567654770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCExpbLoXI/AAAAAAAAFhU/IDRG8IHSIaI/s400/P1050062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All tied up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413488573307629634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCTLO-jMEI/AAAAAAAAFi0/wrhcX1-OPWE/s400/14336_194570894086_665569086_3118106_7656099_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCExFMJIrI/AAAAAAAAFhM/dIQ2QekOcAU/s1600-h/P1050091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413472730840900274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCExFMJIrI/AAAAAAAAFhM/dIQ2QekOcAU/s400/P1050091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEwU7ujqI/AAAAAAAAFhE/OXmHYAnI66Q/s1600-h/P1050077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413472717887147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCEwU7ujqI/AAAAAAAAFhE/OXmHYAnI66Q/s400/P1050077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDE4m84PI/AAAAAAAAFg8/Porin5QcDZg/s1600-h/P1050092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470872037810418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDE4m84PI/AAAAAAAAFg8/Porin5QcDZg/s400/P1050092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Several onstage shots. Thank you Iyn Yi for capturing these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDEnqS9eI/AAAAAAAAFg0/mhmDB3HMr1I/s1600-h/P1050095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470867488437730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDEnqS9eI/AAAAAAAAFg0/mhmDB3HMr1I/s400/P1050095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post-performance with our flowers! + Adeline, Reuben and Iyn Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413488568493487570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCTK9CxNdI/AAAAAAAAFis/a88XaEWz5no/s400/14336_194570739086_665569086_3118079_1000889_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDEN58h3I/AAAAAAAAFgs/l_ZNZmmGkiQ/s1600-h/P1050123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470860574754674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDEN58h3I/AAAAAAAAFgs/l_ZNZmmGkiQ/s400/P1050123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Dicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDDnQcjxI/AAAAAAAAFgk/Qur4xOYvUk0/s1600-h/P1050117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470850200145682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDDnQcjxI/AAAAAAAAFgk/Qur4xOYvUk0/s400/P1050117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cynthia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDDI0fXxI/AAAAAAAAFgc/tJi5HR2WHNY/s1600-h/P1050128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470842029825810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCDDI0fXxI/AAAAAAAAFgc/tJi5HR2WHNY/s400/P1050128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coco :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAw6SGfLI/AAAAAAAAFgU/tvNqoKs-aho/s1600-h/P1050132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413468329866591410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAw6SGfLI/AAAAAAAAFgU/tvNqoKs-aho/s400/P1050132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us acting like Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAwWhUCXI/AAAAAAAAFgM/_6gbQe42ME4/s1600-h/P1050133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413468320266717554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAwWhUCXI/AAAAAAAAFgM/_6gbQe42ME4/s400/P1050133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reubz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAvkG0uII/AAAAAAAAFgE/KEFRw-hv4tk/s1600-h/P1050139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413468306733840514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAvkG0uII/AAAAAAAAFgE/KEFRw-hv4tk/s400/P1050139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAvZz4f3I/AAAAAAAAFf8/Alpmuf4ffuU/s1600-h/P1050138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413468303970041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAvZz4f3I/AAAAAAAAFf8/Alpmuf4ffuU/s400/P1050138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tj Dance Club, us with seniors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAuwFnR-I/AAAAAAAAFf0/NCXLjY2ZzdQ/s1600-h/P1050150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413468292770121698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCAuwFnR-I/AAAAAAAAFf0/NCXLjY2ZzdQ/s400/P1050150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-42iNdlI/AAAAAAAAFfs/9-3UyynnRO4/s1600-h/P1050155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413466267276113490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-42iNdlI/AAAAAAAAFfs/9-3UyynnRO4/s400/P1050155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Lutfi and Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-4YgnU_I/AAAAAAAAFfk/H-j8zeGSYWo/s1600-h/P1050141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413466259216356338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-4YgnU_I/AAAAAAAAFfk/H-j8zeGSYWo/s400/P1050141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl and the guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-4J7eYqI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RUVXA0y7_eU/s1600-h/P1050164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413466255302484642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-4J7eYqI/AAAAAAAAFfc/RUVXA0y7_eU/s400/P1050164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, the 'girls' and the 'guys'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-3oZtSLI/AAAAAAAAFfU/1nNiGaNuOAk/s1600-h/P1050173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413466246302484658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-3oZtSLI/AAAAAAAAFfU/1nNiGaNuOAk/s400/P1050173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to our hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-3XDzpiI/AAAAAAAAFfM/_6aGSfpvtE8/s1600-h/P1050174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413466241647224354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB-3XDzpiI/AAAAAAAAFfM/_6aGSfpvtE8/s400/P1050174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini-JCo doughnuts that Reubz and Adeline bought for us love y'all muchos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8uq8TAQI/AAAAAAAAFfE/b5CWU9ScfTQ/s1600-h/P1050179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413463893342355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8uq8TAQI/AAAAAAAAFfE/b5CWU9ScfTQ/s400/P1050179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite time of the year is coming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed grad night and hit the dance floor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8uRd-oUI/AAAAAAAAFe8/s76B73Nlc0o/s1600-h/P1050180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413463886504304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8uRd-oUI/AAAAAAAAFe8/s76B73Nlc0o/s400/P1050180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8tw-ekGI/AAAAAAAAFe0/bdrXXyCRJS4/s1600-h/P1050188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413463877782245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8tw-ekGI/AAAAAAAAFe0/bdrXXyCRJS4/s400/P1050188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8tTUG7vI/AAAAAAAAFes/3ja6mmbov60/s1600-h/P1050190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413463869819907826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8tTUG7vI/AAAAAAAAFes/3ja6mmbov60/s400/P1050190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8s7svq7I/AAAAAAAAFek/LidPiV0FH_o/s1600-h/P1050198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413463863480789938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyB8s7svq7I/AAAAAAAAFek/LidPiV0FH_o/s400/P1050198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Cher a bday surprise yesterday and I'm glad my efforts paid off 'cos she had fun, loved the food, balloon and present. Happy happy! Will post pics soon before I leave yay I can't wait to leave. Hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1338292303051674951?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1338292303051674951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1338292303051674951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1338292303051674951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1338292303051674951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/tj-graduation-night-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SyCKK9U5BSI/AAAAAAAAFik/WUcyQAghXwY/s72-c/P1050096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1173580209925023286</id><published>2009-12-07T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:27:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there are so many people around us. yet, when we fall sick, there's only that one person we wished was there with us, taking care of us till we get well again. Have you found that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Amazing Race from 12-7pm yesterday and I just caught the season finale.&lt;br /&gt;MEGHAN AND CHEYNE WONNNN!!!!!! AHHHHHH IM DAMN HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'RE THE BEST TEAM EVER :) I want my bf and me to have such great rapport next time too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to earth. sorry a little high from their win. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Had the last rehearsal before grad night performance and it went quite well. I think we're quite clean now just gotta brush up some parts, especially the newly-changed ones. And must execute our steps much more so that the strong Angels&amp;amp;Demons music won't 'drown' us.&lt;br /&gt;I went for dance despite cramps and a flu today and I was freezinggg.&lt;br /&gt;Then rehearsal got so vigorous that at one point I realised I couldn't take in much oxygen anymore, literally breathless.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412451617095062882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxzkEcDwlWI/AAAAAAAAFec/cGnoe9xm2Jw/s400/P1040992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally K.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm okay now :) Back home, starting on presents for the bestiessss 'cos I'll be rather busy the next few days. There's just a million things to do before I leave for Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty,&lt;br /&gt;and to all grad night dancers,&lt;br /&gt;this is it! we finally went through countless of exhausting rehearsals (probably the only ones who danced in school everyday from 9-5) and we should be very proud of ourselves! tomorrow's the day and I'm sure we'll have funnnnn :) love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1173580209925023286?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1173580209925023286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1173580209925023286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1173580209925023286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1173580209925023286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-so-many-people-around-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxzkEcDwlWI/AAAAAAAAFec/cGnoe9xm2Jw/s72-c/P1040992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-7273737997973419366</id><published>2009-12-04T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:24:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn thankful it's friday because that means I get to sleep in tomorrow woohoo! And no more dance for the next 2 days :) Ahh I finally get to rest. Phew. My throat is hurting really bad. But it feels much better after drinking honey water! Thanks ahmed, jo and ad for all your suggestions on how to treat my sore throat. Haha absolutely NO PLANS for the entire weekend and I LOVE that. I need to spend some time by myself. I need to spend time resting and enjoying life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had meeting with Mr Zaki and Ms Wee today and it went quite well just that there are quite alot of things to change. And my throat was really bad so I didnt feel like saying much during the meeting. But after today I realised something - I act differently towards different people. It's like there are different sides of me. Quite major yet minor differences kinda hard to explain but I don't really like that fact. But I don't know if that is something that can be changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyw, here are a few pics of us at dance! Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411398609536956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkmXVN-OcI/AAAAAAAAFeU/yQRE1S13A6M/s400/P1040850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411398598375275314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkmWro0ezI/AAAAAAAAFeE/6ghoLllvMLI/s400/P1040851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pantry cleanup! Pantry's much cleaner now thanks Ms Tan, exco and Reuben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411398605019310498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkmXEY4aaI/AAAAAAAAFeM/dztUo0t-tHs/s400/P1040847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rachel's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411392762669981714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhC_8QYBI/AAAAAAAAFd0/Yyob8BAPPvc/s400/P1040940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nura :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411392753423621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhCdfwHxI/AAAAAAAAFds/rBALHWtnWDQ/s400/P1040947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Yan and Nicole D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhB6_I5kI/AAAAAAAAFdk/QUdA8rebNvA/s1600-h/P1040948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411392744160028226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhB6_I5kI/AAAAAAAAFdk/QUdA8rebNvA/s400/P1040948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhBto_t2I/AAAAAAAAFdc/xVKWBPO4-wY/s1600-h/P1040949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411392740577490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkhBto_t2I/AAAAAAAAFdc/xVKWBPO4-wY/s400/P1040949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me! Ponche not straight :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkfAFN1acI/AAAAAAAAFdU/brDP5OmRs3A/s1600-h/P1040954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390513523026370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkfAFN1acI/AAAAAAAAFdU/brDP5OmRs3A/s400/P1040954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke_uBcR8I/AAAAAAAAFdM/7oupqP_yyzM/s1600-h/P1040953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390507297032130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke_uBcR8I/AAAAAAAAFdM/7oupqP_yyzM/s400/P1040953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I did her makeup freaking ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke_PwU6MI/AAAAAAAAFdE/xjqFs8l1OZw/s1600-h/P1040966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390499172182210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke_PwU6MI/AAAAAAAAFdE/xjqFs8l1OZw/s400/P1040966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle tried grad night makeup on my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411398584728391202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkmV4zJjiI/AAAAAAAAFd8/ce6nuQjAsBE/s400/P1040972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke-pd5KkI/AAAAAAAAFc8/NTWrMcO-hm4/s1600-h/P1040973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390488894319170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/Sxke-pd5KkI/AAAAAAAAFc8/NTWrMcO-hm4/s400/P1040973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me again.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and, Everyone's going overseas! I can't wait for my turn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun at Aussie Paddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun at HK/Macau/China Jo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun at Japan Ho Hui Xin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I welcome gifts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-7273737997973419366?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7273737997973419366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=7273737997973419366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7273737997973419366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/7273737997973419366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-dance-damn-thankful-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxkmXVN-OcI/AAAAAAAAFeU/yQRE1S13A6M/s72-c/P1040850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-2351342335426110016</id><published>2009-12-03T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:54:09.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED A BLACK LEO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, dance is practically everyday from 9-6 but I'm not complaining because I do enjoy dancing alot. It's just the choreographing part that's worrying me, but I'm sure I'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad Night rehearsal today and omg my head totally crashed into yan's butt -.- Lol we were rolling on the floor laughing her butt damn big lah! Haha then after that I think Pamela crashed into my butt too. Did like a million Posses omg can die lah. But our item's much cleaner now. Hope Nura will come back asap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry lah Reuben! I totally stepped on his feet twice today. The first one was when I stepped on his feet and even danced on it hahaha then he slapped me :/ Second time I accidentally kicked him in his shin hahaha oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long long day, we (Pam, Yan, Reuben, Nat and I) went to buy foot thongs then we went to Manhattan Fish Market for dinner at Iluma. I hate Iluma I think it's damn stupid such a big space but so few shops and their not even nice shops. Well but dinner was good, though I still think Fish&amp;amp;Co still wins Manhattan Fish Market. But yummy nonetheless cos we were all so hungry. Dessert was great too 'cos we went to chill out at JCo. while having yoghurt shared mine with reuben so damn cheap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert meeting tomorrow at ten. I'm afraid they'll ask me to show my dance because I still haven't come up with much yet. Sigh I feel so lousy. But I'm really banking on this weeked to come up with as many nice steps as possible so I can teach the rest by next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm waiting for my hair to dry so I can get to sleep. Hope everyone's having a great holiday (rmb we worked so hard the entire year, esp pw, for this dec hol so enjoy it as much as possible!) and I'm starting to feel the warm, christmas atmosphere lingering around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-2351342335426110016?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2351342335426110016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=2351342335426110016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2351342335426110016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/2351342335426110016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-black-leo.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-1521527491184935255</id><published>2009-12-02T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:31:21.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because life is too short for regrets;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410656236770971986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaDLjJ8UVI/AAAAAAAAFcs/kODEOwdeIyU/s400/P1040892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life after SLC is insane, dancing everyday from 9-5. Enjoying it though, but my knees are gonna give way soon. Been rehearsing for concert items and more importantly, Grad Night which is next tuesday! Quite excited :) Choreographed a little for our item today and it isn't easy :( Did 4 eights and I must thank Nura for encouraging me alot. After that I was so tired I just lay on the floor, conked out while waiting for hiphop item to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My knees are currently suffering from 7 bruises, 2 purplish-red and 5 grey. And I was so tired when I got home that I forgot that it's wednesday and I missed Spore Idol! Really should've watched it cos I heard Zaki choreographed and Ms Wee performed. Really wonder how do choreographers just come up with steps like.. that. It takes hours for me, sadly :( But nvm, YouTube shall be my inspiration I wanna finish chorus part asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I absolutely cannot wait to go to Taiwan. I need a vacation. I need to vacate from this hectic lifestyle and just relax and indulge in the simplest things life brings us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a helluva fun! Met my three daughters and City Hall. And we ate dinner at Esplanade roof :) Pamela's innocence are my daily comedy flicks. Jo and I were talking, okay not talking but MENTIONING the sick meaning of cum, and I asked Pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Pamela you know what's the meaning of cum?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Yeah, I know la of course I know!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Are you serious? Okay what is it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'THIS CUM THIS LAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygosh epic fail lah hahahaha i laughed like shit. I can't remember what we talked about last night but I remember I was enjoying their company alot. Feel really lucky to be blessed in meeting such great friends in JC! Thought secondary school was the only time I'll meet really good friends that you might actually talk to 10 years down the row, but oh well I guess I'm wrong. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before reaching the roof, we were 'invited' to write our messages, well wishes on a big white ball. It was very fun, in a very serene, lovey way. This band was playing Viva La Vida and Paparazzi while we were writing and camwhoring. Sweet sweet love :) And i didn't know this till I read Jo's blog but our ball is gonna be released to the Singapore River on New Year's Eve. How awesome is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha okay I gotta go do some admin stuff for dance now and watch MOMENT OF TRUTH HOHOHO love the show (: admire the contestants' honesty and courage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410656230382071282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaDLLWtbfI/AAAAAAAAFck/aHDAPmKgmiw/s400/P1040870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410653231679198818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaAcoUO1mI/AAAAAAAAFcE/OZgFd4UB62A/s400/P1040885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410656211340775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaDKEa6URI/AAAAAAAAFcU/Yyh9DkJF5Tw/s400/P1040869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410656252617180482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaDMeL-RUI/AAAAAAAAFc0/7241BgFKOSM/s400/P1040911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days back, we had exco meeting with Ms T at bedok macs. Yeah went through our whole year's results and all and it was quite evident that my grades are the poorest among the whole exco. Upon reflection, my concentration and commitment to studies have really drifted and hit lots of rocky patches along the year. Somehow, I drifted and never seemed to have the energy to do my tutorials, especially math, on time. As a result, what used to be my strongest subject in secondary school is now my weakest. I barely paid attention during lectures and struggled to keep up with the rest during tutorials. It seemed normal among my peers but when the results came out, they were way above me and that really worries me because next year's A level year and that's really not something to kid around with. If I continue with the attitude I had this year, it is unimaginable what my grades will be for the big A's. Everything just flies past so quickly it's freaking me out. Seemed like I completed O Levels not long ago, and now here I am worried for A's. This holiday I really gotta buck up and do my homework (I haven't started on any). Even though dance has been taking almost every active hour of my day, I guess I really do need to start making aside time for it. And hmm, I think I gotta find tuition too. Preferably for Maths and Chem. 'Cos rehearsals will be so hectic next year I'm afraid I won't have the discipline to sit down and actually do work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think most importantly, I just gotta STOP giving myself excuses. Since everyone is able to juggle their time between PDP and schoolwork, I don't see why I can't. And no, Tired shall not be a valid reason anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay sorry y'all have to listen to me speak about this kinda mundane things but I really needed some form of reflection. Next year, nothing's gonna distract me. Okay, maybe not NOTHING, but as little as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life will just be study, dance, family time on the weekends, friend time during breaks, apart from that, I'm gonna be a mugger toad so go ahead and think I'm crazy. I just need to start redeeming myself and prove to the teachers that I got substance :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A's A's babyyyy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo I know I'm so motivating right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669189-1521527491184935255?l=dancelikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1521527491184935255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669189&amp;postID=1521527491184935255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1521527491184935255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669189/posts/default/1521527491184935255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancelikethat.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-life-is-too-short-for-regrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08396577657343017470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SuueA9FH_jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/vc0Eq_XWKAo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxaDLjJ8UVI/AAAAAAAAFcs/kODEOwdeIyU/s72-c/P1040892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669189.post-6168177873705790301</id><published>2009-11-29T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:53:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love not easily found; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been missing my classbuds for a very long time. Finally got to meet them today and I'm very happy! We bought food and ate at ECP, chatting about random things. Jinyi was so sadistic tsk, Joyce was so cute, Jolene was whining about her pictures, and Ad was happy but a lil emo 'cos apparently I don't care enough about him as a wife hahaha. Well, had fun anyway and I can't wait for tues :) It's the only thing I'm looking forward to the coming week. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553985200839970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxKYsEEx3SI/AAAAAAAAFbs/JTMnGWhqu5I/s400/P1040826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409553390818042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8yD7qfrHQA/SxKYJd04I8I/AAAAAAAAFbk/SsL_YvGsCt4/s400/15562_1176916588359_1391444890_30501600_4235292_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Collect dancers' progress reports&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. 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