<?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-2961889480784650907</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:17:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, look at you now...</title><subtitle type='html'>And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint. You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them. I look at you, and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>523</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1213511484299012146</id><published>2012-02-14T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:31:46.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect a normal until cannot normal anymore 17 year old's Valentines Day to be, well, unexpected. I mean.. Ugh, you know what I mean. I'm the kind of the day that thought,"What day's today? Oh right, it's Tuesday." Yea. That kind. You get it. K good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot which happened first, Shelley coming into class with a HUGE paper bag, or did we went down for kumpul first.. Anyway, during our kumpul, Jia Shin wished me happy Valentine's day and presented me with a chocolate.It was so nice! Haha! Then back to class, classmates were giving out free watermelon and orange scented chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shelley came in with a huge paper bag. I WAS wondering what she brought, but then I forgot to ask because I was talking. Then, she handed us each a packet of little heart shape brownies! Every packet is so so so special because she wrote our names on a piece of paper so nicely :D So got heart. I believe most who got it were touched :') HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came Amanda, with a handful of coupons. "Pick one", she said. And so I did, and THIS is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnfSz80T5U/Tzuxmnu87wI/AAAAAAAADA8/zCdgxCFSx9I/s1600/DSCN4189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnfSz80T5U/Tzuxmnu87wI/AAAAAAAADA8/zCdgxCFSx9I/s400/DSCN4189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Use it well", she said. But the problem is, USE IT WHERE? HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6j6SJBmq2g/TzuyJoBcU7I/AAAAAAAADBE/JiwTteXusXs/s1600/DSCN4190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6j6SJBmq2g/TzuyJoBcU7I/AAAAAAAADBE/JiwTteXusXs/s400/DSCN4190.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gift we got from Shelley. SO NICE RIGHT? SAY YES! Hahaha! But seriously. SO MUCH LOVE! She made this for so may people that she didn't finish her homework and stayed up till 2am, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62WBz6eiOc0/TzuxF-c3Z1I/AAAAAAAADA0/jpXoTzSlnQM/s1600/430036_3326393688203_1519231106_33149356_159950470_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62WBz6eiOc0/TzuxF-c3Z1I/AAAAAAAADA0/jpXoTzSlnQM/s320/430036_3326393688203_1519231106_33149356_159950470_n.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Huaaaaaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcoSWkfbHwA/TzuxEqx7URI/AAAAAAAADAs/0vCpojuPJRo/s1600/429140_3326388928084_1519231106_33149349_467198803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcoSWkfbHwA/TzuxEqx7URI/AAAAAAAADAs/0vCpojuPJRo/s320/429140_3326388928084_1519231106_33149349_467198803_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really forgotten what I wanted to say about today. I had it for awhile, but then I forgot because my bro came and like, "Go away I wanna play Dota.". I am such a nice sister. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, such a lovely 14th of February. Saya cinta akan rakan-rakan saya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1213511484299012146?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1213511484299012146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1213511484299012146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1213511484299012146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1213511484299012146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2012/02/14th-of-february.html' title='14th of February'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnfSz80T5U/Tzuxmnu87wI/AAAAAAAADA8/zCdgxCFSx9I/s72-c/DSCN4189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8698935336523026509</id><published>2012-02-03T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:31:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes time</title><content type='html'>Some time has passed. Many things happened in a short period of time. A lot can change in a day, a minute, even a second, never mind one whole month. One short month and I've already learned a lot. The most important one that I learned, is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;患难见真情。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the best out of this life, starring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44ZMu6y52Fw/TyumwsMqJaI/AAAAAAAADAc/Mp_wMeB_WOI/s1600/424942_3232008398012_1200690569_3394140_1150525324_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44ZMu6y52Fw/TyumwsMqJaI/AAAAAAAADAc/Mp_wMeB_WOI/s400/424942_3232008398012_1200690569_3394140_1150525324_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These friends of mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 of many more people I love :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-8698935336523026509?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8698935336523026509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8698935336523026509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8698935336523026509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8698935336523026509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-takes-time.html' title='it takes time'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44ZMu6y52Fw/TyumwsMqJaI/AAAAAAAADAc/Mp_wMeB_WOI/s72-c/424942_3232008398012_1200690569_3394140_1150525324_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7006896690288473921</id><published>2012-01-20T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:56:47.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early CNY with the friends :)</title><content type='html'>Ola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we celebrated CNY. Morning in school, at night with classmates. Reunion dinner. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years I spent in Chinese Orchestra of my school, today was the FIRST time EVER, I performed for an event. hahaha! It was pretty good I guess. At least, that's what the teachers and my friends said. At least we didn't play it out of tune. It was all in tune, but our beat was kinda off. XD But overall it's still okay, no one can tell that we got some notes wrong. Until they read this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to class, they played with my cello for so long. They were like.. So amazed by this instrument. Playing with it, it even got Ah En and Zhan Hang thinking of joining Chinese Orchestra. JUST to learn cello. Haha! I don't think they're serious tho, even though they said they were XD Yen Lu said I improved a lot, playing cello, since the first time she heard me play when all I could play was Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do. And that was like.. When we were form 1. We're form 5 now. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We partied and talked all day in class today. No one wants to study XD OH BTW, we saw two really good looking guys in school from the lion dance performance. *Drools* HAHA! Girls will be girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm. I was waiting for my bro to come fetch me, along with Wei Li. My cello was placed in front of me. And then this girl came walking by, and KNOCKED MY CELLO OVER! I was so out of words. Wei Li was so shocked and the girl kept apologizing. I checked out my cello and the bridge was knocked out. It was okay, I thought, because it can be easily placed back. But when I got home and wanted to put it back, I found out that my bridge, has been broken. RM80+, gone, just like that. I was so sad and angry and frustrated and ANGRY and SAD. Because I really wanted to play with it these days.. But I dont blame the girl, it was an accident. And who knew the bridge would be SO fragile? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5:30pm, I went to Chi Hoe's. Man Long was already there. The 3 of us were so crazy and laughed like mad there. For all those silly silly little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Eh 开 Mr.Simple 给我听."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;*Turns on Mr. Simple*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the song was over, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"Eh 开 lonely lo.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;"睬你都傻."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"换人了，Man Long forever alone，不是子豪了.."&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;我自己开来听!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;"他还要开 'Lonely' 那首歌 oh!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Chi Hoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Man Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Man Long saw the necklace he bought for Chi Hoe as a souvenir from Malacca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"YER zomok 你没有拿来带的?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;"我在家带什么，带来给照镜子给自己看啊？带去学校给人家rampas啊?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to get Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Zomok Shelley 傻傻站在那边等?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"不然你要她在那边跳舞啊?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Chi Hoe's MUM&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us were the first to arrive. And then more people showed up than expected. So we changed to TWO bigger tables. And then we started to eat. We had two tables, and our table ate SO FAST and SO MUCH and SO MESSY, while the other table is the complete opposite. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that our classmates are really loving of each other. So sweet and funny to watch. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Hua was getting food for Zen Wai and Zen Wai was like, "可以不要吃菜吗?" and Yao Hua replied, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"不可以." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And then we laughed die XD SO SWEET! HAHAHA! Bromance. Or is it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened which I can't really remember right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After steambot we went to Chatime. On our way there, Pooi Yen and Ah Hui saw a cockroach and they screamed, which made Ah En and I screamed. THEN, Yao Hua saw another one and was like, "SHIT 这个会飞的!" and then Ah En and I freaked out again. THEN, Jun Wai said,"WALAO 那个老鼠大到!!" Then we JUMPED and RAN. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Chatime. Chi Hoe ordered for us. Jun Wai and I ordered Roasted Milk Tea, and then when we saw the receipt, there was no PEARL added to our drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"你没有帮我们加 pearl 啊.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;"没有哦，你们要的meh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"没有经验的你，第一次order..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they haven't made our drink so we told them to add for us. And after a while Chi Hoe was like, "我要出去了，我不属于这边." And Jun Wai asked, "Zomok 你?" And he replied, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"我没有加 pearl 啊...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we chitted and chatted outside Chatime and took pictures and everything. Then some of us went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfdjcNmeKmo/Txp0Hr8BjjI/AAAAAAAADAU/H8SRsVpU-fY/s1600/408185_10150464254800904_525490903_8782161_1138952255_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfdjcNmeKmo/Txp0Hr8BjjI/AAAAAAAADAU/H8SRsVpU-fY/s400/408185_10150464254800904_525490903_8782161_1138952255_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a great day. The whole day. Really really fun. I just love spending time with these friends of mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Chinese New Year mood is so turned on! Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY CNY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7006896690288473921?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7006896690288473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7006896690288473921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7006896690288473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7006896690288473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2012/01/ola-amigos-so-today-we-celebrated-cny.html' title='Early CNY with the friends :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfdjcNmeKmo/Txp0Hr8BjjI/AAAAAAAADAU/H8SRsVpU-fY/s72-c/408185_10150464254800904_525490903_8782161_1138952255_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2918395159430650280</id><published>2012-01-12T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:03:05.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahai, kawan-kawan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had so much homework we almost did until we lost track of time and do not know which year we're in now. I was home doing homework, when suddenly my brother went, "Hey, wanna hear a joke?" So I was like, "Sure. Why not." And it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did Batman say to Robin before they get into the car?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Robin, get into the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZ. IT WAS SO LAME, BUT WE LAUGHED SO HARD AT IT. My day=made. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that night at Pangkor when we were crab hunting on the beach at night, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"哪里还有螃蟹....?" &lt;br /&gt;"Zomok 这样难找的...?"&lt;br /&gt;"你用 GPS 找看 la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZ!!! My 表姐夫 and his humor, deserves more than two thumbs up I guess. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help but reminiscing those times.. So.. Here's one more. Before that, let me just say this, we slept in the room upstairs, but we usually use the toilet downstairs because of some reason which I'm not quite sure why. LOL. So to get out of bed and go to the toilet downstairs is kinda troublesome, so we just hold our bladder most times. So we'll be saying and hearing a lot of, "Wah, 我很尿急 leh.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was the day before I leave for KL. We were talking about how fast time goes by, and that we'll be facing form 5, sitting for SPM, blah blah blah, and how Ah Qin will be going to college soon, since she finished form 6.. And my dear Yin Huan went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"时间就像乳沟，挤一挤就有了.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we burst into laughter. Lost control kind. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when we've finally calmed down, she came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"时间就像忍尿，忍一忍就过去了."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later, Ah Qin said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"青春就像卫生纸，看着挺多，用着用着就不够了."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6F6Ozw_RWo/Tw12BKcDKNI/AAAAAAAADAM/NumWfjMU4pU/s1600/DSCN4160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6F6Ozw_RWo/Tw12BKcDKNI/AAAAAAAADAM/NumWfjMU4pU/s320/DSCN4160.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wo de biao mui :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a shock. Totally unexpected.. But I am grateful. Really really grateful. And for the conclusion, I'm the awkward one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2918395159430650280?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2918395159430650280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2918395159430650280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2918395159430650280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2918395159430650280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2012/01/wahai-kawan-kawan-wo-de-biao-mui.html' title=''/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6F6Ozw_RWo/Tw12BKcDKNI/AAAAAAAADAM/NumWfjMU4pU/s72-c/DSCN4160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7403379103918622912</id><published>2012-01-05T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:36:44.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey begins.</title><content type='html'>So, my first day went a little like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MeWcyI_dah0/TwVrZghWjDI/AAAAAAAADAE/xmFFhwR5nwM/s1600/DSCN4163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MeWcyI_dah0/TwVrZghWjDI/AAAAAAAADAE/xmFFhwR5nwM/s320/DSCN4163.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, the one voted for Liew Zhan Hang was Liew Zhan Hang himself. *insert laughs here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really did nothing on the first day of school. Everyone's still the same. We talked so loud in class. We have to. The Block E classrooms are much bigger than Block A's. And there aren't many of us in a class, so.. More space, thus we have to talk louder. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's a new student in our class today! Mr. Lim brought him into our class and we applauded so loudly before he even said anything, and applauded even &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; loudly after he introduced himself, haha. He also said he was from Penang. Then later, Ah Si was like, "Are you from Yoke Name?" And we all were like, "HE SAID HE'S FROM PENANG! AIYO!" Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually does feel good to be back in school again. For now at least. LOL! The one thing I hate most about this school is that they chopped down all the trees. Remember our Jalan Utama? It was such a nice walk from pintu besar to dewan because of the trees. Made it so nice.. BUT NO, they HAVE to chop them down. But they did that because they have to build some new classrooms for us so.. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the new pintu besar, they chopped down the trees there too! Why? WHY? WHY? The weather is already ten thousand degrees and you're still chopping down trees. Great job. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SECOND DAY OF FORM 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our textbooks today! No, I'm not actually that excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played "The Shadow Game" today. HAHA! They are so crazy.. And it was so hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Physics class, I said,&lt;br /&gt;“我很想快点驾车.......”&lt;br /&gt;And Ah Hui replied, &lt;br /&gt;“你要载我去哪里?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School kinda just started, so there's really nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and err.. We're getting our juniors tomorrow! No, I'm not actually that excited about this also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2961889480784650907-7403379103918622912?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7403379103918622912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7403379103918622912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7403379103918622912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7403379103918622912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2012/01/journey-begins.html' title='The journey begins.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MeWcyI_dah0/TwVrZghWjDI/AAAAAAAADAE/xmFFhwR5nwM/s72-c/DSCN4163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3087262828437959662</id><published>2011-12-30T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:27:11.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, where do I even start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  kind of a new start for me since day 1 of Form 4 life. The Biology,  Chemistry, Physics and Addmaths really did kinda freaked me out. But  then it was like.. "Meehhh.." As I'm not really the kind who cares a lot  about results. But next year will be different! Next year's no easy  year. More to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new class, new people. We've  met some prreeetty INTERESTING teachers this year, no shit. Mr.  Chemistry Lim got us laughing our asses off since day 1 of Chemistry  class. At the beginning, I liked Chemistry the most out of the 3 Science  subjects, until all the calculations came in... I am NOT good at long  questions. I get so lost. I'm so lost now. LOL! But anyway, good teacher  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this subject called SEJARAH. This was actually  the year where I tell myself,"OKAY! YOU'VE BEEN FAILING SEJARAH LONG  ENOUGH! TIME TO CONCENTRATE IN CLASS AND LEARN SOMETHING!" And so I did.  But turns out, our teacher was like.. 8 months pregnant. She talks SO  soft. SO soft. Even when I'm sitting like.. RIGHT in front of her, I  still can't really hear what she was saying! I got fed up. LOL. Then she  went into labor. THEN, there came a new replacement teacher... WHO WAS  ALSO 8 MONTHS PREGNANT FTW. She didn't stay long though, didn't even  teach us anything because it was exam season. And THEN, finally, after  so long, a teacher who speaks loud enough and WASN'T 8 months pregnant,  actually, wasn't even pregnant, came to teach us Sejarah. But she is the  kind of teacher who teaches the whole freaking chapter in like.. 5  minutes. Skipping every detail and claiming she taught us everything and  blames us, for not paying attention in class, when she asked questions  and we did not know how to answer her. Or gave her the wrong answer.  Like... WHAAAAAAAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every other teacher of every other  subject were very nice and funny too. Pn. English Sujata with her  sarcasm and straightforwardness; Pn. Maths Che with her small rewards  like "chocolate from London" or 20 cents to you if you answers a  question correctly and others who I can't really remember right at this  moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new friends were made too :) These amazing little kids. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some  memories and fragments of some moments in life are really worth  reminiscing. Those moment that you'll remember forever, because it  changed you forever; because it touched you somewhere in your deep heart  core; because it made you look at the world, the people differently...  Or even just random funny as heck moments that got you rolling on floor  laughing your freakin ass off every time you think of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Photos not in order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rfjZL67lQ8/Tv3K2vJO6_I/AAAAAAAAC_g/A5x5_C8NnYo/s1600/164060_10150097559141520_772846519_6332438_5461617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rfjZL67lQ8/Tv3K2vJO6_I/AAAAAAAAC_g/A5x5_C8NnYo/s400/164060_10150097559141520_772846519_6332438_5461617_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691928545783114738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we had our CNY 义卖会 thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBwubuhdQss/Tv3KU0GAryI/AAAAAAAAC_I/07OOryGYvxk/s1600/182855_10150132225278383_612478382_7874692_2788480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBwubuhdQss/Tv3KU0GAryI/AAAAAAAAC_I/07OOryGYvxk/s400/182855_10150132225278383_612478382_7874692_2788480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927962996223778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we had an online webcam session with our far away cousin during CNY...&lt;br /&gt;(They even online-gamble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp-KN5-04M0/Tv3KUs35tLI/AAAAAAAAC-4/4Ij8uYtH7ew/s1600/229648_2295652069689_1200690569_2787692_1392383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp-KN5-04M0/Tv3KUs35tLI/AAAAAAAAC-4/4Ij8uYtH7ew/s400/229648_2295652069689_1200690569_2787692_1392383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927961057998002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dissected my first rat! And also frog.. It was totally team effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-170ugPlfmEw/Tv3KUTAtbVI/AAAAAAAAC-w/s7EMtu--gLY/s1600/261909_2179263640051_1200690569_2666295_8308635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-170ugPlfmEw/Tv3KUTAtbVI/AAAAAAAAC-w/s7EMtu--gLY/s400/261909_2179263640051_1200690569_2666295_8308635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927954115620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cheered so hard for yellow house cheer on Sport's Day! Even though I'm in blue house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw5P3O2_qTI/Tv3K2dFuyNI/AAAAAAAAC_U/2OGyj-i2fT4/s1600/283402_1857913923744_1117757167_31543354_2367078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw5P3O2_qTI/Tv3K2dFuyNI/AAAAAAAAC_U/2OGyj-i2fT4/s400/283402_1857913923744_1117757167_31543354_2367078_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691928540936587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WARRIORZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to support my school's cheerleading team on their Silky Girl competition,&lt;br /&gt;and be amazed by them. And also by Charm. And Cyrens. And Rayvens. And Calyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ugpi9rUzQw/Tv3J-YchhWI/AAAAAAAAC-M/6vfYwj65t5s/s1600/DSCN3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ugpi9rUzQw/Tv3J-YchhWI/AAAAAAAAC-M/6vfYwj65t5s/s400/DSCN3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927577617335650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got named "Mountain", along with my other Friends of Nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, Moon, Star, Tree, River, Rain, Wind, Flower, Cloud, Thunder, AND EVEN MOTHER NATURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTkQVD7oKXo/Tv3J_B11HuI/AAAAAAAAC-k/mey2gSzy894/s1600/306959_10150368108303383_612478382_9877115_1166310686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTkQVD7oKXo/Tv3J_B11HuI/AAAAAAAAC-k/mey2gSzy894/s400/306959_10150368108303383_612478382_9877115_1166310686_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927588729331426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I celebrated 中秋节 with my cousins :) And also went 提灯笼 after SO many years.&lt;br /&gt;Having the lantern light the way was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lumos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5skQ2AuFmc/Tv3J9XV-YkI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QJDxT7EI9TQ/s1600/DSCN3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5skQ2AuFmc/Tv3J9XV-YkI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QJDxT7EI9TQ/s400/DSCN3253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927560141562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to uncle's night club with my dad, aunt, uncles and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTIED UNTIL 5 IN THE MORNING! We even had parents' guidance. So.. No complains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically remembered, there was a Ferrari parked right in front of me outside the club, and I didn't even know it was a Ferrari. LOL fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K164qnj0EYg/Tv3J-hl6NpI/AAAAAAAAC-c/fcHTBG77yvE/s1600/381296_2616993073631_1519231106_32876334_748386667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K164qnj0EYg/Tv3J-hl6NpI/AAAAAAAAC-c/fcHTBG77yvE/s400/381296_2616993073631_1519231106_32876334_748386667_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927580072621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our class party, which was SO fun. We all got SO wet and so high running around, splashing water at each other, kicking and pulling people into the pool and get complained by the residents of the condo, worrying we can't get our RM100 deposit back, pouring water on each other, played with toothpaste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlYUAl-21JM/Tv3Io1hn4aI/AAAAAAAAC9s/5ZzhWQw-K2U/s1600/DSCN3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlYUAl-21JM/Tv3Io1hn4aI/AAAAAAAAC9s/5ZzhWQw-K2U/s400/DSCN3510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691926107954602402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Phuket with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0I2PTc4fyc/Tv3J9MWX6VI/AAAAAAAAC90/NQkEbmB3__8/s1600/jacster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0I2PTc4fyc/Tv3J9MWX6VI/AAAAAAAAC90/NQkEbmB3__8/s400/jacster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927557190445394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to my dear Jaclyn's ballet concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was the first time I ever saw her do ballet. I've seen her dance and all, but not ballet. She's awesome. SO good. Can't describe how beautiful it was when they did "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yq8J-FVdRKY/Tv3L9zau_JI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Pvj4ZIbGL34/s1600/392745_2687420823663_1200690569_3147614_1543479207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yq8J-FVdRKY/Tv3L9zau_JI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Pvj4ZIbGL34/s400/392745_2687420823663_1200690569_3147614_1543479207_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691929766700973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found out how delicious this popcorn is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkZHY53yInE/Tv3IoWsidHI/AAAAAAAAC9M/f2IgAF5NU3c/s1600/381943_326932627334929_100000545845891_1193765_947167737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkZHY53yInE/Tv3IoWsidHI/AAAAAAAAC9M/f2IgAF5NU3c/s400/381943_326932627334929_100000545845891_1193765_947167737_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691926099678884978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We confessed our love to Tan Wen Yee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ew4zioLS3Hw/Tv3Inr8OIuI/AAAAAAAAC84/2GfjPF8oRXM/s1600/387677_2914892109271_1169740536_33208188_1706053242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ew4zioLS3Hw/Tv3Inr8OIuI/AAAAAAAAC84/2GfjPF8oRXM/s400/387677_2914892109271_1169740536_33208188_1706053242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691926088201937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our 2nd major family gathering at Pangkor Island :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDyupd9n19M/Tv3Ioa5VacI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/KcLWA-OXdV4/s1600/377822_261776293883972_100001548101324_690915_167110140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDyupd9n19M/Tv3Ioa5VacI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/KcLWA-OXdV4/s400/377822_261776293883972_100001548101324_690915_167110140_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691926100806298050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my lovely cousins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBGbV5QqJR4/Tv3In86NY0I/AAAAAAAAC9E/kWZ6JqaUu0M/s1600/386670_2915014032319_1169740536_33208314_903416418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBGbV5QqJR4/Tv3In86NY0I/AAAAAAAAC9E/kWZ6JqaUu0M/s400/386670_2915014032319_1169740536_33208314_903416418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691926092756902722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran on the beach at night! We were playing "don't let the water touch you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hunting for crabs on the beach at night. We went burying our feet in the sand because it was so fun and it felt good. Haha! Er gu zhang caught a crab so big it scared all of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEnOFdGzXO4/Tv3L-DrAk-I/AAAAAAAAC_4/eSzxP-5mgdk/s1600/407388_331634483531410_100000545845891_1206739_2143259354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEnOFdGzXO4/Tv3L-DrAk-I/AAAAAAAAC_4/eSzxP-5mgdk/s400/407388_331634483531410_100000545845891_1206739_2143259354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691929771064202210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; also, I've found out how ADORABLE my cousins can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter infant, child, teenager, or MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more to say! So many more pictures to post! Which makes it kinda impossible to say it all right here right now. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when we also had a FRUIT PARTY in Bio lab? When we did the DCPIP experiment thing. Haha! Man Ni was like, "Come eat lemon! You will get fairer!" And Shu Qi and Yen Chen were so in love with grapefruits, while I loved the grapefruit juice. Haha! Speaking of Bio lab, there was this time Shelley and I teamed up and fooled Shu Qi and Yen Chen into thinking that I live UNDER our school. UNDER it. LOL! And also there was a time where I tricked Shu Qi into thinking I licked the Benedict solution off the dropper. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Si, Ah Hua, Ah En, Shelley, Vickki and I also got SO obsessed with 柯震东 after watching the movie, and Shelley even said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"那些年，我们一起暗恋的男孩"&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 212 nights playing "Killer" with my cousins are by far the craziest memory. It went like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“如果你要杀人，你就对他眨眼睛..然后医生可以救那些被杀的人..”&lt;br /&gt;“医生怎样救人？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“眨眼睛.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we BURST out with laughter! And I forgot who went, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;“我到底是被杀还是被救?!?!”&lt;/span&gt; Then we laughed even harder. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, every year balik kampung, at least ONE crazy thing is bound to happen. All I can say is, 我二姑一家人驾车都很厉害. LOL! And I really treasure the times I get to spend with my cousins because.. We only meet once a year. ONCE A YEAR. So.. I don't really regret anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One midnight at Pangkor, at about 2am, Ah Qin, Yin Huan and I went out to the lobby to find FOOD. There wasn't any, obviously, because it was.. Well.. 2 IN THE MORNING. So we walked back to our room. Halfway there, we saw a sky full of stars. As they haven't seen this scenario in a long time and I've NEVER seen this scenario EVER, the three of us laid on the ground beside the swimming pool and watched the stars. We saw a freakin SMILEY FACE up there! They sang to me :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one day back at Selinsing, when all the adults went to a wedding dinner, leaving us young adults at home with one little cousin of ours. And when Ah Qin went showering, he told Yin Huan and I, “我要大便..” which made us PANICKED like heck! Because we have no idea what to do because kids don't sit on a toilet bowl to do their business! So we got him the kids' pot thing.. For business doing.. He took off his pants and sat on the pot. AND THEN, HE STOOD UP AGAIN! We were freaking out like, “你做什么？！” and he walked calmly to a dead dragonfly, pointed at it and asked, “这个什么来的？” HAHAHAHAHA! We were so afraid he would shit everywhere. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it got funnier when Ah Qin came out from the shower, and we realized that he doesn't want anyone to SEE him take a shit, so we got him into the toilet with the pot. AND THEN HE LOCKED THE DOOR HIMSELF. And Ah Qin was like,“大好来啊，你大在那个桶知道吗?” and when he gave no response, we FREAKED out AGAIN. She was knocking and banging the door asking him to open up because she was afraid he might shit everywhere. LOOOOL!!! The whole thing was just hilarious. So damn funny to watch. But all was good, nothing went wrong. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, there's just so much more to say. But I think I'll stop here. I just feel so blessed to have such great friends, and such an amazing, ginormous family. I heard from the radio that a happy life is measured by the quality of your relationships, at this point, I am such a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been such a wonderful year. I regret nothing. Seriously. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3087262828437959662?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3087262828437959662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3087262828437959662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3087262828437959662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3087262828437959662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rfjZL67lQ8/Tv3K2vJO6_I/AAAAAAAAC_g/A5x5_C8NnYo/s72-c/164060_10150097559141520_772846519_6332438_5461617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-969671117779671091</id><published>2011-12-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:35:30.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for so long! And I'm so happy that I've been away for so long because I spent lots of time back at hometown with my cousins and other relatives. And ate really good food every day! I am a happy kid back there. So stress free and carefree. And surrounded by such humorous people 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, as I did last year, I'm gonna blog about "The Things I Learned" and other very random things that happened those days with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've learned that my family is really ginormous.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've learned that kids are very annoying. But at the same time irresistibly ADORABLE ;D&lt;br /&gt;3. I've learned that you really can't do anything about it if you have an urgent need to go to the bathroom in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've learned that kids pee in empty bottles in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;5. I've learned not to wear contact lens if one wants to swim in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've learned that we can really camwhore A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;7. I've learned to love hotel buffet BREAKFASTS more than DINNERS.&lt;br /&gt;8. I've learned that the night time till midnight gatherings in room 212 with my cousins was the most fun of the day.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've learned that "Killer" is a really fun game.&lt;br /&gt;10. I've learned that all my cousins of almost my age are C-R-A-Z-Y and ABNORMAL. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;11. I've learned that I really love my ginormous family.&lt;br /&gt;12. I've learned to put my family as my first priority.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've learned that my family can really EAT. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;14. I've learned that teaching my cousins "Speed" is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;15. I've learned that it takes GREAT skills to deceive a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. I've learned to love Herbal Essence shampoo and conditioner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've learned to hold my bladder.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've learned that the three of us (Ah Qin, Yin Huan and I) really know how to travel. Even if it's just around Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;19. I've learned that Keluarga Ong's driving skills are really CRAZY. Better than a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;20. I've learned that squeezing lemons is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;21. I've learned to shower REALLY fast. Faster than my usual fastness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. I've learned to love the sky full of stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to love that midnight when Ah Qin, Yin Huan and I went laying beside the swimming pool and watching the stars in the sky, while they sing to me. Haha. Sweetest thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmm.. That's about all that I can think of right now. BTW, I went to a zoo on Christmas! And I saw an elephant pee like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the course that I'm hoping to MASTER in the future with cousins Ah Yan and Ah B. Hearing Ah B talk about his friend who's taking medical course scared me. And I thought spending a night with a corpse would be the scariest part. Ugh. The future is confusing and scaring me. But then lighten up a little when we started gossiping! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home almost an hour earlier than my dad expected. This proves how fast he drives. Keluarga Ong............. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kedai Ah Liat family gathering was really a blast. So fun! But I think we all agreed that 3 days 2 nights is too short. HAHA! But we all did enjoy ourselves. I miss those 212 nights! And also breakfast lunch and dinner.. Because we all sat together most of the times :) Ah! I'm gonna say it again! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE MY GINORMOUS FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGJYywV-_ig/Tvg6L8MgMuI/AAAAAAAAC8s/0siAr2NEC2s/s1600/396072_2895607390868_1280841337_3286535_653646880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGJYywV-_ig/Tvg6L8MgMuI/AAAAAAAAC8s/0siAr2NEC2s/s400/396072_2895607390868_1280841337_3286535_653646880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690362105994162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 of A LOT MORE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of us kids are so sad to part. We all have our own lives ahead of us, school, work, SPM for Lau Ah Girl and I.. Even my little cousin who's 7 years old this year worries that he can't get good results next year and that we'd be disappointed. Of course we won't... We're all worried about the future, us still studying that I know of.. I don't know what the elder cousins who are working think, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're growing up. And we SEE ourselves growing up. It's a pretty scary sight, but the journey's great. Especially when we have every year end of cousins meeting to look forward to. Be it major family gathering or just balik kampung for fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time when we all get together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-969671117779671091?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/969671117779671091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=969671117779671091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/969671117779671091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/969671117779671091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-days.html' title='9 days'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGJYywV-_ig/Tvg6L8MgMuI/AAAAAAAAC8s/0siAr2NEC2s/s72-c/396072_2895607390868_1280841337_3286535_653646880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2476453418894257751</id><published>2011-12-08T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:38:06.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>challenge accepted!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;(I watched a lot of Niga Higa videos last night and more than half of the videos he starts with "Hey guys!" so I thought, why not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after sooooooooo long. After all the exams and Saturday tuitions and activities and trainings out of nowhere and bad planning and wrong timing and all that crap, my three bitch sisters and I finally got an outing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all reached late, and all we did was watch a movie, have lunch at road side Sushi Tei and chose a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Adventures of Tin Tin at The Gardens. DAMN that cinema was ice cold. Dead cold. Shit cold. Just. OMG cold. The movie was pree-ee-tty interesting. Let's be no spoiler here, but I will say this, it makes me wanna have a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon because it reminded me of how cool the pirates there are. How hot. How charming. How beautiful. EVEN THE SHIPS' NAMES OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie ended, the four of us hurried out of the cinema. Our legs were so numb. We went into the toilet and Deanna discovered something very WARM and so we just stood there and do it because we were SO cold. Okay, so what we did was, we stood under the hand dryer to warm ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JubEpbpEaA/TuC2W9zHlDI/AAAAAAAAC8U/yQ6bOH_3hS8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JubEpbpEaA/TuC2W9zHlDI/AAAAAAAAC8U/yQ6bOH_3hS8/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683743235403912242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Sushi Tei because Amanda said the food there is good. And yea, they are. LOL! She also made a chocolate moose for Shelley as a late birthday present. It was SO chocolaty! So delicious. And the carrot cakes she made for us are just TO DIE FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Sushi Tei place. The softshell crab was good. LOL. And the garlic rice. And pretty much everything. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw some girls courting this guy. Which was LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k1Rgg-gOCk/TuCz3idAyUI/AAAAAAAAC8I/e17OaOU7rqY/s1600/DSCN4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k1Rgg-gOCk/TuCz3idAyUI/AAAAAAAAC8I/e17OaOU7rqY/s400/DSCN4108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683740496464234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what Amanda got us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers is Ravenclaw and mine is Gryffindor. See what she did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday during tuition, Ms Teh gave me a challenge. Which was to finish this 3D puzzle thing. And I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s1600/challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s400/challenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683745569117342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I finished it in 45 minutes or so.." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*showing off.*&lt;/span&gt; pfft. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;"I think you'll take one hour or more. EVEN A DAY, maybe." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*discriminate*&lt;/span&gt; pfft. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;"This is to test your patience. Which you lack. Or have none at all." TRUE. In some ways. But Tauruses are actually the most patient of all horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Italic are jokes. They're not that mean.*&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached home, I got to work. I didn't time myself because.. What's the point? LOL. But anyway, I completed it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIOfv_orqiA/TuCzMG_6gEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/W4EOwxF7eTQ/s1600/DSCN4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIOfv_orqiA/TuCzMG_6gEI/AAAAAAAAC7k/W4EOwxF7eTQ/s400/DSCN4107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683739750360055874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I also took this picture below as a tribute to the Tumblr post comparing how males and females take a picture of something they want to show people. Which I find very true. So this is how girls take a picture of something they want to show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA7QhLg1h_8/TuCz2jX1kRI/AAAAAAAAC7w/WqOWZ8ZWyRo/s1600/467356385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA7QhLg1h_8/TuCz2jX1kRI/AAAAAAAAC7w/WqOWZ8ZWyRo/s400/467356385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683740479531094290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just never forget to include themselves in the picture. I took this picture because I was bored waiting for the Niga Higa videos to buff. And if you look at the star again, it looks a lot like a perfume bottle don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the 3D puzzle that has to be completed is a rose. It's very beautiful. Looking at the cover and all.. And I've seen the one Man Long completed. I just didn't think it would be.. Big. Pretty big. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, they're all like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one is very hard!"&lt;br /&gt;"Harder than the star a lot!"&lt;br /&gt;"I think you'll need two days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s1600/challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s400/challenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683745569117342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and got started. Yes it is harder than the star. LOL! More pieces maa.. And then more or less than an hour later.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_1RRK0IW1s/TuCz2-o6IAI/AAAAAAAAC78/SBMzA5g0zFE/s1600/467206783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_1RRK0IW1s/TuCz2-o6IAI/AAAAAAAAC78/SBMzA5g0zFE/s400/467206783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683740486850453506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't she a beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even texted Hui Chi saying,"I finished the rose already lo..." And her reply "Really ah?" just makes me feel so good because it left her in disbelief. HAHAHA! Two days wa.. Cheh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose turned out so beautiful that I just had to play with it and snap pictures with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3l8I2CZ_Syg/TuCzLwoperI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/4K6aT01fSFg/s1600/DSCN4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3l8I2CZ_Syg/TuCzLwoperI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/4K6aT01fSFg/s400/DSCN4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683739744356891314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just because I miss them so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya know, even though it's holidays now, but I never get the chance to sleep in. Every morning no matter weekdays or weekends I have to wake up before 10am. Or at 10am latest. Ugh. Bummer. Take this week for instance. Okay fine, I woke up at 11am on Monday. Tuesday I woke up at 8am because I have tuition at 10am and hafta get ready. Wednesday I woke up at 8am or earlier than that, idk, because my mum woke me.. Unintentionally. Today, I woke up at 8am because of tuition. Tomorrow I have to wake up EARLIER because tuition starts at 9AM! Oh you think that's bad, SATURDAY, I have orchestra practice at 8AM!!!!! The time that I usually wake up! Oh. Shit. But then again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s1600/challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a0Piu4GknQ/TuC4ezjwi0I/AAAAAAAAC8g/iB1UdOh-FhI/s400/challenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683745569117342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2476453418894257751?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2476453418894257751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2476453418894257751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2476453418894257751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2476453418894257751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/12/challenge-accepted.html' title='challenge accepted!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JubEpbpEaA/TuC2W9zHlDI/AAAAAAAAC8U/yQ6bOH_3hS8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1243662345649233994</id><published>2011-12-03T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T07:03:32.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy days are here again :)</title><content type='html'>HELLO JELLO CELLO MELLO ANGELO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty long since I've updated my blog mann. Well, for me, it's a long time. Honestly, I don't know what to talk about, or I should put it as, so much had happened I don't know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Perak for a few days. My 3 nephews back there has grown so much! They're adorable. Naughty, crazy at times, but adorable. Beh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we stopped by at Selinsing before we headed to BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRL-x_B7io8/TtosET-bRvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/TITH3NCNftw/s1600/387256_2441381866345_1005761404_32626792_188166144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRL-x_B7io8/TtosET-bRvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/TITH3NCNftw/s400/387256_2441381866345_1005761404_32626792_188166144_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902332474509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl ah, very geng one. She's having STPM now, which I have no doubt that she will totally kick it hard in the ass and make the whole family proud, but when I asked her, "你不用读书的meh?" She replied me, "不用啦." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG LEE YI BIN IS SO ADORABLE! Kept making funny faces when we asked him to take pictures. And and and! His face's shape is SQUARE. SQUARE! DO YOU KNOW, HOW MUCH CHUBBIER IT IS?! I can't even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? That every year every time I go back to BS, Tan Wen Yee is either EATING, WATCHING TV, or SLEEPING. But mostly sleeping. If she's eating or watching TV, after like, 10-15 minutes, she'll go to sleep. Haihs, Y U NO STAY AWAKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Perak means.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EAT AS MANY ANGKOO KUIHS AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;-"XXX, HELP ME DA BAO ICE KACANG!"&lt;br /&gt;-"XXX, BRING ME OUT TO EAT ICE KACANG!"&lt;br /&gt;-EAT JAWA MEE.&lt;br /&gt;-EAT EVERYTHING THAT CAN BE EATEN ON THE KITCHEN TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;-WHEN SOMEONE ASKS YOU TO EAT, EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent two days in Ipoh at Pei Pei gugu's house. Xiao Qing is ADORABLE! &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Zim Po&lt;/span&gt;'s cooking is absolutely delicious. Talking in the room produces very very very LOUD echo. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, as we have nothing to do, dad, uncle and I watched a movie. 我知女人心 by Lau Tak Wah and Gong Li. 美和帅. What more can I say? The movie was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the same room with dad and did not get disturbed by the sound of his snores! *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we left Ipoh and back to KL is also the day Lau Yin Huan and Lau Xin Jie arrives at KL. But as we will reach KL late, they spent the night at Lau Zhi Yan's. And then the next day, we met up at Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Where are you? I reaching liao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Lower ground floor. Opposite KFC there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, "shit, where the heck is KFC again?" and quickly replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Don't move. I come now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited man! Walked so super fast, thinking, "where is KFC where is KFC.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking around looking for KFC, Lau Yin Huan was standing there looking at me, laughing. "I looking at you you still looking around.." she said. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had brunch at Chilli's! OMG I loooooooooooooove foooooooooood. And I wanted them to try the molten larva cake, so we ordered one and we shared because if we each ordered one our stomach will freakin explode. You know, we finished the whole thing less than 5 minutes. Like, seriously. I am not joking. Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz72wkbZWvM/TtosDby_6II/AAAAAAAAC7A/12JaiUHqoA4/s1600/390035_2465208501996_1005761404_32637329_52885494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz72wkbZWvM/TtosDby_6II/AAAAAAAAC7A/12JaiUHqoA4/s400/390035_2465208501996_1005761404_32637329_52885494_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902317394192514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kl4ZP2cZ7oM/TtosDQZj-hI/AAAAAAAAC6w/ZJO4pSVw1lU/s1600/379990_2465209302016_1005761404_32637330_1879573186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kl4ZP2cZ7oM/TtosDQZj-hI/AAAAAAAAC6w/ZJO4pSVw1lU/s400/379990_2465209302016_1005761404_32637330_1879573186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902314334714386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RUNS TO GET SNOWFLAKE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4-8kGv2F0w/TtosDCiUPZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/sWYTXgcYdFo/s1600/378636_2458500334296_1005761404_32634748_2000211387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4-8kGv2F0w/TtosDCiUPZI/AAAAAAAAC6o/sWYTXgcYdFo/s400/378636_2458500334296_1005761404_32634748_2000211387_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902310613335442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I also saw this pretty young thang ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They shopped like mad, the two of them. I was just standing around giving comments and opinions most of the times. But I also ended up spending RM93 on pretty useless things and I felt so guilty and heartbroken! And then Lau Yin Huan said Tauruses are very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giam siap&lt;/span&gt;. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a GREAT dinner with the Lau Sisters at 龙的传人. The lauk-pauk.... OMGGGGGG... ALL THOSE WASTED YEARS JUST EATING &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XIAO LONG BAO&lt;/span&gt; THEREEEE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunway 的小笼包没有这样好吃，这里的好吃一点."&lt;br /&gt;"Zomok leh?"&lt;br /&gt;"因为他不是传人.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed Lau Xin Jie Kingsley videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Sum Gai&lt;/span&gt; at night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Sunway. Slept early the previous night too because we were so darn tired. Broke our rule la. What maniac forces one self to stay up to 4am then only sleep and wake up at 8am the next morning. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NzqTK5FmSk/Ttor3_sekvI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/toLt4X7BWcU/s1600/378645_2465092939107_1005761404_32637244_1812195036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NzqTK5FmSk/Ttor3_sekvI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/toLt4X7BWcU/s200/378645_2465092939107_1005761404_32637244_1812195036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902120872088306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--YxqIKCcwEw/Ttor4Lcq2eI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/Lxbt10KV33w/s1600/387402_2465109859530_1005761404_32637248_2005919621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--YxqIKCcwEw/Ttor4Lcq2eI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/Lxbt10KV33w/s200/387402_2465109859530_1005761404_32637248_2005919621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681902124027009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we love him so much he's so darn good looking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had Chatime. And Lau Yin Huan was amazed by the taste :) Asian Avenue sells cheap and nice things suitable for us. And Lau Yin Huan bought me this really beautiful necklace of a ballerina. I have been looking for this kind of pendant for so long! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this shop which sells idk what it's called. But there was this charm bracelet on display, the first charm was a idk what, the second was a ballerina and the third one was a cello. I wanted to shoplift it man! Just snatch it and run. Two of the things I love so much. Aww damn. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qauSS3gqBHw/TtorwL1KgVI/AAAAAAAAC6E/6Eklc7Ae1Qg/s1600/373903_2465210702051_1005761404_32637333_458432261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qauSS3gqBHw/TtorwL1KgVI/AAAAAAAAC6E/6Eklc7Ae1Qg/s400/373903_2465210702051_1005761404_32637333_458432261_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681901986690793810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had Moo Cow when Lau Yin Huan went to find her friend. Sat and chit-chat with Lau Xin Jie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Plaza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Sum Gai&lt;/span&gt; at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like crap with Lau Yin Huan till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so loud that Lau Xin Jie "Oi"-ed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said she wasn't cute, so we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we woke up again. (Not because I said she was cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to calm down for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes, we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day, stayed home and grow fat. Ordered Domino's as brunch and played The Sims all day with Lau Yin Huan. That ass, really once sit on the chair, 5 hours gone. She was so determined not to use cheat to increase the family's cash. But she used the cheat where she can delete water and used plates and garbage XD She even deleted her Sim and clicked for him to be back so that his mood will be perfect HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, had Secret Recipe as pencuci mulut while waiting for Lau Zhi Yan to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard that I'm gonna have ABS hearing the Lau Sisters talk about their childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed Lau Zhi Yan Kingsley videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking forward to the family gathering at Pangkor, which slideshow I haven't make. And also the Christmas Eve party at triplet's house. I even purposely go buy a purple shirt just for this event. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's building a house in The Sims! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1243662345649233994?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1243662345649233994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1243662345649233994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1243662345649233994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1243662345649233994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='happy days are here again :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRL-x_B7io8/TtosET-bRvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/TITH3NCNftw/s72-c/387256_2441381866345_1005761404_32626792_188166144_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5094050887400330481</id><published>2011-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:48:45.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty boy</title><content type='html'>Ola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSz6bPi_sPg/TsuGgVCMaQI/AAAAAAAAC2g/c95GLSvPqOw/s1600/when-in-rome-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSz6bPi_sPg/TsuGgVCMaQI/AAAAAAAAC2g/c95GLSvPqOw/s320/when-in-rome-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677779645190924546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBr0MtvtLy0/TsuGgQsoCAI/AAAAAAAAC2U/0DpD6qyMEAI/s1600/james-wolk-lone-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBr0MtvtLy0/TsuGgQsoCAI/AAAAAAAAC2U/0DpD6qyMEAI/s320/james-wolk-lone-star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677779644026718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy shit, I could just stare at them all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today at tuition.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“我真的不明白有钱人的咯...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*Nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“1/2 +3 -4 等于多少?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*passes her calculator*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“Oh 对 hor... Hahaha!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“所以我讲我不明白有钱人 lo....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MsTeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a lot on Twitter. Sometimes I get jealous, must of the times I just don't want to give a fuck. Something needs to happen. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone till midnight with Lau Ah Girl again. I'm so glad that she's coming next Tuesday. But then she'll be leaving rather early this year. Such a bummer. I have so much to tell her, I bet she has a lot to tell me too. Though we always talk on the phone till midnight, but our conversations are never ending. Haha! We are girls anyway... And we only talk on the phone like.. Once every 2 or 3 months. Yesterday's (actually, today XD) topic was mostly about 那些年. I really like something she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“九把刀说：每个男孩的心目中都有一个沈佳宜 &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：每个女孩的内心深处都渴望着一个柯景腾的出现&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is that? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so frustrated that they didn't end up together. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“如果一个女生有这样的一个男孩子追她，她已经很幸福了咯...”&lt;br /&gt;“是啦，她有五个 leh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, that one still likes her most I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, reality, liddat one laaa.... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you ask me again. I was really about to tell you, but I can't find the right words, and I didn't want to get angry in front of you. Sometimes I really doubt what you said, but I want to believe you SO badly. I will never understand you. Not then, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5094050887400330481?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5094050887400330481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5094050887400330481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5094050887400330481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5094050887400330481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/pretty-boy.html' title='pretty boy'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSz6bPi_sPg/TsuGgVCMaQI/AAAAAAAAC2g/c95GLSvPqOw/s72-c/when-in-rome-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-320252251742864848</id><published>2011-11-23T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:52:37.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelley turned 16!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Someone just turned 16 today! And a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprise party&lt;/span&gt; is planned :D A thing that I've been thinking of for months, and it all comes down to this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I get to the celebration part, let's time travel a bit back to the day we went back to school for the RM 100. We (Shelley, Chi Hoe, Man Long and I) went to Snowflake after that. Then later when Miing Pin arrived, the three of us (obviously CH, ML &amp;amp; I) left. It was going to rain soon and we had to hold down a cab. Thank goodness we got into the cab before it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to a shop to get some photos printed out. While waiting for that, we not ran, but very quickly walked to Pearl Point for Popular. After some discussion and some knocking things over and causing very loud noises, we got the materials we needed and very quickly walked back to the shop for our photos. Imagine that, if you can. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to my place to get the work started. It didn't take us a very long time to think how to design it. But the difficult part was attaching the ribbon to the double-sided tape, and then cutting it to perfect shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing that, Chi Hoe had some (actually, A LOT) Korean songs playing. Then Man Long was like, "可以不要一直开韩国歌吗？有没有华语歌？" Then he kinda ignored him. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, Jay Chou's song was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NAH! 华语歌啊，听到没有？"&lt;br /&gt;"我讨厌周杰伦.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! 'Bang, apa lu mau, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After much sticking and cutting of the ribbon, we finally finished it! Well actually we did laugh at a lot of random things that I don't quite remember, so there goes time. XD. But anyway, TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeX4wqzedh8/TsMly6ImxEI/AAAAAAAAC1M/tmNyzd-kGvg/s1600/DSCN3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeX4wqzedh8/TsMly6ImxEI/AAAAAAAAC1M/tmNyzd-kGvg/s400/DSCN3976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675421511945995330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyFgvK3QtsU/TsMlyLg0JDI/AAAAAAAAC1A/0K4ANSiy4Ow/s1600/DSCN3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyFgvK3QtsU/TsMlyLg0JDI/AAAAAAAAC1A/0K4ANSiy4Ow/s400/DSCN3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675421499431068722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEBG_B9Q_dU/TsMnK0bJ-2I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/wMaKEoVwubM/s1600/DSCN3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEBG_B9Q_dU/TsMnK0bJ-2I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/wMaKEoVwubM/s200/DSCN3972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675423022241676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVdVnWiqLfA/TsMnK9UqCfI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5IgGixe_UGk/s1600/DSCN3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVdVnWiqLfA/TsMnK9UqCfI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5IgGixe_UGk/s200/DSCN3973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675423024630335986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_JRSvZepcs/TsMnLehUBTI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ApM4dKkJ8Wg/s1600/DSCN3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_JRSvZepcs/TsMnLehUBTI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ApM4dKkJ8Wg/s200/DSCN3974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675423033541788978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guisV0sCGTA/TsMk5Om8OlI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FMfJRHDh5JA/s1600/DSCN3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the outcome :'D HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something very funny happened last night, you're gonna laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Deanna's house to make Shelley's birthday cake, but before that, I onlined for a while and Miing Pin came and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"How is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"How is what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"The card is with Chi Hoe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Cake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"That's a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cos Dee can't bring cos she has tuition and she'll reach late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Chi Hoe can't bring cos he taking KTM, scared the cake melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Maybe I can bring, but have to make up some crappy lie like 'Oh my mum asked me to bring this to her friend' LOL. Fail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Lol, she'll know one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anyone else?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Man Long, but he lives in Belakong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Next~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Triplets, live in Serdang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Next~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Marcus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"I ask him, later tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"K."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;SORRY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"I SENT WRONG MESSAGE, I SENT TO SHELLEY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"LOL. WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;WHAT DID YOU SAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;" 'Marcus, are you going to Shelley's BD party tml? WS says your going' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"LOL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Nvm, I sent another message say 'cos you're going out with your scout friends right, I need you to help me buy something' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Can mou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sei lo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"But you already said 'SHELLEY'S BD PARTY' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"DAMN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Nvm, if she replies, just say 'Marcus planning to go surprise you' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, Oh, El.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then he managed to cover that, thank God. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on to the cake. We made an Oreo cheesecake! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDiE4JXsS_k/TszwMCm9ZYI/AAAAAAAAC54/1GFuJcFzcaQ/s1600/DSCN3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDiE4JXsS_k/TszwMCm9ZYI/AAAAAAAAC54/1GFuJcFzcaQ/s400/DSCN3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177319856727426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVW2WYMmB-o/TszwL71sxzI/AAAAAAAAC5o/iLTkdZ2hfes/s1600/DSCN3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVW2WYMmB-o/TszwL71sxzI/AAAAAAAAC5o/iLTkdZ2hfes/s400/DSCN3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177318039504690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTbj4PaV_h8/TszwLlMKN2I/AAAAAAAAC5g/x_nRqXB9ggI/s1600/DSCN4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTbj4PaV_h8/TszwLlMKN2I/AAAAAAAAC5g/x_nRqXB9ggI/s400/DSCN4006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177311959693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, there was this part, where Dee told me to chop the cheese into cube size, and then after I've chopped it, she smelled the cheese and said, "This cheese smells different.." She took the packet of the cheese and read it and say, "Oh CRAP, I bought the wrong cheese!" But then, we're at her house, she has everything, including the right cheese, but there were only little left. But still, that will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo9bHNeUFfc/TszwGMOLZvI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/GWPkDcOvQew/s1600/DSCN4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo9bHNeUFfc/TszwGMOLZvI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/GWPkDcOvQew/s400/DSCN4009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177219357927154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrong cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imLG6dXU09A/TszwGBhBg5I/AAAAAAAAC5I/c2IfWqfWbA4/s1600/DSCN4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imLG6dXU09A/TszwGBhBg5I/AAAAAAAAC5I/c2IfWqfWbA4/s400/DSCN4010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177216484180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right cheese :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQqkebZwSDI/TszwFQymWqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ZzDv8yO68lA/s1600/DSCN4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQqkebZwSDI/TszwFQymWqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ZzDv8yO68lA/s400/DSCN4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177203404561058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before baking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This cake will be very flat.." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we melted some chocolate to coat the cake with it, so we can add some decorations on it. And then, we poured the chocolate onto the cheese, and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIb7xjH-mKk/TszwFO2ngzI/AAAAAAAAC4s/FSRFu8Q_mjY/s1600/DSCN4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIb7xjH-mKk/TszwFO2ngzI/AAAAAAAAC4s/FSRFu8Q_mjY/s400/DSCN4028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177202884543282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy craaaap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley arrived at my house first and we're to go to Mid Valley together. I told her several times before her birthday that I will date her on her birthday, just the two of us, so she won't suspect anything XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to delay her as Deanna can't reach early enough and there will be no cake. So, this morning I woke up, and played The Sims, and start thinking what excuse I can make to delay her. I could be playing The Sims and be all like, "OH CRAP, I played until forgot the time already.." when she reaches, or, "Mind if I take a shower?", or, "My bro haven't wake up leh..", or, "OMG what should I wear?". But instead, we sat at home and watched yesterday's episode of Beyond the Realm of Conscience :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trouble, Flower and Rain kept calling me and ask questions like, "Where are you?" and "What time are you coming?" which I can't answer because Shelley was with me. So I'm just all like, "Haaaar?" "Whaaaaat?" "Huuuuh?" or hang up the phone, and said, "Some dude. Wrong number." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they KEPT calling, so I had to hang up the phone a few times, I AM SO SORRY! HAhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, I dragged her to random places like Nokia, Samsung, Sony Centre, Sony Ericsson and places like that. Delay ma... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's finally time, I dragged her to Garden. You know? The very gardenish restaurant with a white piano in a huge cage? Yea that. As we were walking towards the restaurant, she said, "eih, wanna go try Garden anot?" and I'm like, "Okay, let's go." While we're walking closer and closer, she saw Chi Hoe sitting there and said, "Eih, Chi Hoe wo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, everyone JUMPED out and surprised her :D&lt;br /&gt;She was all like, "What?" "Eih? Why you here one?" "Eih?" "Eih?" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't went as smoothly as I imagined it will be, but she did get surprised, so it's a success, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_unVpMgJXLc/TszwFIvvw_I/AAAAAAAAC4k/AhVmNltTh-8/s1600/DSCN4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_unVpMgJXLc/TszwFIvvw_I/AAAAAAAAC4k/AhVmNltTh-8/s400/DSCN4040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177201245111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOb2D969No/Tszv67IrsdI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/ZsIRGgxmp8Y/s1600/DSCN4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOb2D969No/Tszv67IrsdI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/ZsIRGgxmp8Y/s400/DSCN4045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177025792913874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we told her about how we were planning this all along without her knowing, and all the funny things we've went through while planning this party. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at 2pm, we went to watch the famous You Are the Apple of My Eye, AKA, 那些年，我们一起追的女孩. The guy was so freakin MAN. The movie was good, but not as great as people describe it when they say, "OH MY GOSH, IT'S SO FREAKIN GOOD!" Damn exaggerated. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6-P14AWn4/Tszv6iWVyhI/AAAAAAAAC4I/HzUFmfINN6E/s1600/DSCN4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6-P14AWn4/Tszv6iWVyhI/AAAAAAAAC4I/HzUFmfINN6E/s400/DSCN4056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177019139312146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GX5DWWohlIY/Tszv6BTXdSI/AAAAAAAAC4A/FKa9yt3o81Y/s1600/DSCN4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GX5DWWohlIY/Tszv6BTXdSI/AAAAAAAAC4A/FKa9yt3o81Y/s400/DSCN4057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177010268468514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6JWqb5-Ka0/Tszv6AeSzAI/AAAAAAAAC3w/819V-STSIFU/s1600/DSCN4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6JWqb5-Ka0/Tszv6AeSzAI/AAAAAAAAC3w/819V-STSIFU/s400/DSCN4062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177010045864962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjQYxQZwItQ/Tszv5z_AtEI/AAAAAAAAC3o/L7RasUKlIuA/s1600/DSCN4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjQYxQZwItQ/Tszv5z_AtEI/AAAAAAAAC3o/L7RasUKlIuA/s400/DSCN4064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177006693430338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is eeerrrrmm.......... XD Moisturizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went home like about 7pm. Everyone else went home early though. Triplets, Man Long and I went home latest. The triplets had dinner there with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/11 is a very special day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-320252251742864848?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/320252251742864848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=320252251742864848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/320252251742864848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/320252251742864848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Shelley turned 16!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeX4wqzedh8/TsMly6ImxEI/AAAAAAAAC1M/tmNyzd-kGvg/s72-c/DSCN3976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5171651785361805325</id><published>2011-11-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:00:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your entertainment :)</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying that if more funny stuff happens I'll blog about the conversations, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Have you seen Miley's brother before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Miley has a brother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Yeaaa.. But he's this guy, with a lot of tattoo and a lot of piercings, totally unlike his sister and father, who are very country-ish.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"That's why they had to hire a Jackson."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about phones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Maybe buy Strawberry, Strawberry not bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Eih wait, Blueberry, not Strawberry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Blackberry is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"OH ya ya ya! Blackberry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my cousin sis via facebook chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Mama ask you Samsung got which model newer than S Plus.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Galaxy W, RM950+, Galaxy Y, RM499+"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Which one better?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"W lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"HAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because.. Look back at it, see the price also know which one better la... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AhYun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm such a dedicated blogger. I still have tonnes of stuff to do. But I can't tell you now, because I GTG! Kthxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5171651785361805325?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5171651785361805325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5171651785361805325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5171651785361805325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5171651785361805325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-your-entertainment.html' title='for your entertainment :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4556761685097048157</id><published>2011-11-18T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:43:30.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not that kind of girl</title><content type='html'>I'm not pretty; I'm not skinny; I'm not hot; I'm not sexy; I'm not cute; I'm not feminine; I don't have nice hair; I don't have big eyes; I don't have skinny legs; I don't have skinny arms; I wear glasses; I don't have neat teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all the opposite of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long accepted the fact that in this world, this, complicated world with complicated people, looks matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4556761685097048157?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4556761685097048157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4556761685097048157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4556761685097048157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4556761685097048157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-that-kind-of-girl.html' title='I&apos;m not that kind of girl'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4645840419027608844</id><published>2011-11-15T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T04:39:50.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly fly away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey there, beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we got our cash! After all the queuing, and squeezing, and the sweating, we finally got our cash. Hahaha! Thanks, kerajaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Snowflake with Shelley, Chi Hoe and Man Long. It was so hot at first, but then, SO.... COLD..... But so tasty! Totally worth the goosebumps HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched Hannah Montana The Movie that day. Don't judge me! It's a good movie okaaay? Funny and nice, and Lucas Till was so freakin gorgeous. And there was also Taylor Swift and Tyra Banks! Hahaha! So anyway, I find this song really nice. Though, I think, Billy Ray Cyrus sings so much better than Miley... But this is a really good song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KrL8ndJRgcQ" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmmm. It's a bit soft tho, you might wanna turn the volume up. Like a lot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lot to say. About.. Someone.. Something.. I might never get the chance to say it. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4645840419027608844?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4645840419027608844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4645840419027608844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4645840419027608844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4645840419027608844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/butterfly-fly-away.html' title='butterfly fly away'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KrL8ndJRgcQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6741387737848057084</id><published>2011-11-13T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:15:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>party like a rockstar</title><content type='html'>Hello! We had our class party at De Tropicana Condo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you know what, I'm super lazy to write stuff so this may be another super ringkas-ed post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Shu Qi's house when we reached. Helped them to prepare the food, and eat up all the not nice ones. LOL. Mostly eggs. Her sister was so cute man! And she can do lots of scary yet awesome things with her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before we (Ah Si, Ah Hui, Shelley and I) went down to get Chi Hoe, we went up to a senior's house because Ah Hui wanted to return the charger to him. While we're approaching his house, Hui and Si are having this argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你按门铃啊.”&lt;br /&gt;“为什么是我？你按啦...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“都没有门铃按，而且又敲不到门..”&lt;br /&gt;Because there's like.. This.. Gate thing before the door. And the space between the gate and door is very far. And then we laughed like mad outside, then he came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你看，哪里要按门铃的？你笑就可以了..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to the guard house, and didn't see Chi Hoe. We stood there for a while, then turned back and look, and he was standing there looking at us!  Wtf man. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0-R3KBzJFM/TsCN7w-QewI/AAAAAAAACyw/sZmX6NgUhjo/s1600/DSCN3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0-R3KBzJFM/TsCN7w-QewI/AAAAAAAACyw/sZmX6NgUhjo/s400/DSCN3900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691588384652034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwYx_3XL2zo/TsCN7jORy2I/AAAAAAAACyk/_Nyti8-IYs8/s1600/DSCN3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwYx_3XL2zo/TsCN7jORy2I/AAAAAAAACyk/_Nyti8-IYs8/s400/DSCN3906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691584693750626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we got so soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We ate and talked and crapped and played and laughed and every other actions you can think of. LOL. Not all la XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we played games that some of them organized, but it was total chaos because, come on, trying to separate a bunch of 16 year olds into groups and play games, it won't work. Get real. Hahaha! So we just played whatever we want. And the boys jumped into the pool, so the rest of us just sat there and eat and talk. Suddenly, Shelley came to sit beside me. A brief silence later, she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Very boring ah, water guns leh?"&lt;/span&gt; (I bought 6 water guns) And we jumped off our seats and ran to my bag to get the guns. And she damn sampat one, she said, "No! Don't let the others see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started shooting people with the water guns. So... We kinda started the war. LOL! Soon, they used Pooi Yen's bucket to fill water and pour it on people, or, trying to push and pull people into the pool and all kinds of WET games. HAHAHA! Oh oh! I high 5-ed Zhan Hang with our feet, and I kicked him into the pool. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Pooi Yen and Jia Shin got me the wettest because they kept using BUCKET on me! And Weng Key's and Shu Qi's sisters were there to play with us also. Hahaha! I used the bucket on people too, it was so fun. Haha! And I kept knocking Zhan Hang's head accidentally when I used the bucket on him. The disadvantage of being tall. TROLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this strict rule at the condo that says only swimsuits are allowed in the pool, no T-shirts, no pants. And we rented the place for RM100 deposit, if any rule breaking we can't get the money back. So when people tried to push people into the pool, we kept shouting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"OI OI! 100 BUCKS AH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that we also played with toothpastes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we ALL got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining and we moved the party into the hall. We all surrounded the fan to dry ourselves. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gpa6CRB1A4/TsCN7Hbrc0I/AAAAAAAACyY/3NWsPfihC0w/s1600/DSCN3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gpa6CRB1A4/TsCN7Hbrc0I/AAAAAAAACyY/3NWsPfihC0w/s400/DSCN3934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674691577233765186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVXrJWkwN8/TsCMW6Mh_pI/AAAAAAAACyM/NBhNPJH61ws/s1600/DSCN3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVXrJWkwN8/TsCMW6Mh_pI/AAAAAAAACyM/NBhNPJH61ws/s400/DSCN3939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674689855693651602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot find words to describe their tahap kesohaian. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhe_50r0D5A/TsCMWWpdRvI/AAAAAAAACyA/-h6eytLVxqw/s1600/DSCN3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhe_50r0D5A/TsCMWWpdRvI/AAAAAAAACyA/-h6eytLVxqw/s400/DSCN3946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674689846151300850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnUGW9lLMCo/TsCLVTmy08I/AAAAAAAACx0/3-wtHj31sEs/s1600/DSCN3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnUGW9lLMCo/TsCLVTmy08I/AAAAAAAACx0/3-wtHj31sEs/s400/DSCN3953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674688728643326914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 全家福 XD (Ms Tan as the mother and Zhan Hang as the father LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAg5PLLxOE0/TsCLUxYGm_I/AAAAAAAACxo/j_ee6N1eXGk/s1600/DSCN3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAg5PLLxOE0/TsCLUxYGm_I/AAAAAAAACxo/j_ee6N1eXGk/s400/DSCN3964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674688719454903282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Almost liddat la. So tired. Arms all pain now. Hahaha! But it was worth it because we had super fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 something, we all helped DA BAO the leftovers. The drinks! Oh gosh, we had to drink it all. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6741387737848057084?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6741387737848057084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6741387737848057084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6741387737848057084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6741387737848057084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/party-like-rockstar.html' title='party like a rockstar'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0-R3KBzJFM/TsCN7w-QewI/AAAAAAAACyw/sZmX6NgUhjo/s72-c/DSCN3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5237160081606664141</id><published>2011-11-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:37:09.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling Diamond</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, look what I found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;is right in the face of adversity."&lt;/span&gt;-Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Mr. King, well said. Which brings us to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHjz3NzyOU/TryXvyKVSuI/AAAAAAAACxA/R7AsXe7eHnE/s1600/tumblr_lu4hv1xg2K1qd5wkwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHjz3NzyOU/TryXvyKVSuI/AAAAAAAACxA/R7AsXe7eHnE/s400/tumblr_lu4hv1xg2K1qd5wkwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673576477754739426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say today's a pretty emotional day for most people. I seriously think we have the best seniors thus far. They'd all kick SPM hard in the ass :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5237160081606664141?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5237160081606664141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5237160081606664141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5237160081606664141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5237160081606664141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/sparkling-diamond.html' title='Sparkling Diamond'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHjz3NzyOU/TryXvyKVSuI/AAAAAAAACxA/R7AsXe7eHnE/s72-c/tumblr_lu4hv1xg2K1qd5wkwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-551553917190414849</id><published>2011-11-09T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:46:05.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the 2nd last day of school/2011</title><content type='html'>Hi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today without the gang. Triplets were absent, Shelley was absent, Man Long was absent, yea. I actually went today to hand in my homework. See! So good of a student, go where find, I ask you? XD But still okay la, at least the performances for the Deepavali and Christmas celebration were pretty good. Remember the part where all the Indian teachers dance? It was great. Even the construction workers came out to enjoy the performance. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just here blogging now so that I can throw a bunch of random pictures here with very few words because I have tuition at 5pm and I've been walking around the school for quite long today climbing stairs and stuff like that and I'm very tired now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgc-rpjtvuQ/TrowBoZ2z1I/AAAAAAAACwI/Ss3EyLWTDNs/s1600/DSCN3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgc-rpjtvuQ/TrowBoZ2z1I/AAAAAAAACwI/Ss3EyLWTDNs/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672899485210431314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Himin Ng tying her hair XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For almost 2 periods, I've been running around with her all over the school to do her PPS stuff. No wonder she's so fit. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXi_a9l1VVc/TrowBXumclI/AAAAAAAACv4/vDM3T2BDOj4/s1600/DSCN3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXi_a9l1VVc/TrowBXumclI/AAAAAAAACv4/vDM3T2BDOj4/s400/DSCN3792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672899480734036562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look, she's floating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbYG3hsiw_0/TrouvWkTdqI/AAAAAAAACvg/e-ohy-bxv1I/s1600/DSCN3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbYG3hsiw_0/TrouvWkTdqI/AAAAAAAACvg/e-ohy-bxv1I/s400/DSCN3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672898071673140898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm doing crenation; she's doing turgid. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Dgo2L-dECo/TrouvhahBTI/AAAAAAAACvw/1dxXhRLlW0g/s1600/DSCN3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Dgo2L-dECo/TrouvhahBTI/AAAAAAAACvw/1dxXhRLlW0g/s400/DSCN3797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672898074584876338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, normal one. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztqGdi6pjAo/TrotNVevirI/AAAAAAAACvU/oFZ6TE0Rkhs/s1600/DSCN3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztqGdi6pjAo/TrotNVevirI/AAAAAAAACvU/oFZ6TE0Rkhs/s400/DSCN3803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672896387754199730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are 深情对望-ing. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to find this guy : !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez1wdNsM2qU/TroxLphKasI/AAAAAAAACwc/Owp1nPGaiok/s1600/DSCN3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez1wdNsM2qU/TroxLphKasI/AAAAAAAACwc/Owp1nPGaiok/s400/DSCN3804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672900756819831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HW0nVVo8iaQ/TrotM3JbIuI/AAAAAAAACvI/16I8xMiMJas/s1600/DSCN3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HW0nVVo8iaQ/TrotM3JbIuI/AAAAAAAACvI/16I8xMiMJas/s400/DSCN3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672896379611718370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He kept taking photos of her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWisqZ_mHS4/Tror0pTnuPI/AAAAAAAACu8/OeWmBicCkUo/s1600/DSCN3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWisqZ_mHS4/Tror0pTnuPI/AAAAAAAACu8/OeWmBicCkUo/s400/DSCN3812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672894864067901682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she of him. I don't know why. It was funny to watch. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--x8kDueL6Bk/Tror0eYz4wI/AAAAAAAACuw/VALJUAFL5dE/s1600/DSCN3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--x8kDueL6Bk/Tror0eYz4wI/AAAAAAAACuw/VALJUAFL5dE/s400/DSCN3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672894861136880386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sip&lt;/span&gt;-ed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wai&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLHtDA_3qYY/TroqveF0xYI/AAAAAAAACuk/nS1-JaAPTEk/s1600/DSCN3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLHtDA_3qYY/TroqveF0xYI/AAAAAAAACuk/nS1-JaAPTEk/s400/DSCN3823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672893675646272898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot him at the back, so scary looking. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4JyrHhHKJg/TropopgQLUI/AAAAAAAACuM/7qh3jt5OLdU/s1600/DSCN3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4JyrHhHKJg/TropopgQLUI/AAAAAAAACuM/7qh3jt5OLdU/s400/DSCN3827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672892458939198786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my royal dog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wziVzb9VMes/TroxLQ_Ok2I/AAAAAAAACwQ/eTucjaLv2cM/s1600/DSCN3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wziVzb9VMes/TroxLQ_Ok2I/AAAAAAAACwQ/eTucjaLv2cM/s400/DSCN3833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672900750235046754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTv25ml_CA0/TropoSqL5kI/AAAAAAAACuA/smlk5wFc1QE/s1600/DSCN3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTv25ml_CA0/TropoSqL5kI/AAAAAAAACuA/smlk5wFc1QE/s400/DSCN3835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672892452806846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were kinda fighting over the lollipop. Such little kids la. Hahaha! Even though we were in a library, the two of them were still very noisy. Talk to each other macam mau cari gaduh liddat. SO FUNNEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's the summary of what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Form 5s are graduating this year! Can you believe how fast time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shunpo&lt;/span&gt;-ed by this year? Well, it just proves how happy we were throughout the whole year. I'm gonna miss my seniors, honestly. They're such nice seniors and I will miss having them around because who's gonna help us with stuff next time around when they're gone? Next year we'll be the seniors, I don't want to be the senior. Anyway, I'll miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Seniors&lt;/span&gt;. (I call them "The Seniors" mentally since form 1 because it sound cool. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'll go sleep now thxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-551553917190414849?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/551553917190414849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=551553917190414849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/551553917190414849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/551553917190414849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/possibly-2nd-last-day-of-school2011.html' title='Possibly the 2nd last day of school/2011'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgc-rpjtvuQ/TrowBoZ2z1I/AAAAAAAACwI/Ss3EyLWTDNs/s72-c/DSCN3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8525448383882262483</id><published>2011-11-06T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:29:07.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have GUNS.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I wanted to blog about something just now, but I accidentally deleted all the pictures. I have no idea what I was thinking! LOL. So.. See when will I feel it again la. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I came across this, and I think it's worth sharing. Not all of it makes sense to me, but some are true and some are worth learning. At least, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 看一個男人的品位，要看他的鞋子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2、看一個女人是否有內涵，要看她的走姿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3、看一個人的氣血，要看他的頭髮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4、看一個人的心術，要看他的眼神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5、看一個人的身價，要看他的對手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6、看一個人的底牌，要看他身邊的好友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7、看一個人的性格，要看他的字寫得怎樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8、看一個人是否快樂，不要看笑容，要看清晨夢醒時的一剎表情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9、看一個人的胸襟，要看他如何面對失敗及被人出賣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10、看兩個人的關係，要看發生意外時，另一方的緊張程度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11、如果你想知道一個人是不是真的愛你，那要看他是不是在開心的時候想到你，而不是悲傷的時候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12、如果你想知道一個人是不是你的知己，那要看他是否和你心有靈犀，而不是要你什麼都告訴他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13、如果你想知道一個人是不是你真正的朋友，那要看他在你危難的時候，會不會為你兩肋插刀，而不是天天和你一起吃吃喝喝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14、如果你想知道一個人是否有愛心，那要看他………&lt;br /&gt;是否喜歡小動物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15、如果你想知道一個人是否有修養，那要看他在公交車上會不會為老人，兒童讓座位。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16、如果你想知道是否有素質，那要看他是不是愛貪小便宜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17、如果你想知道一個人是否有心胸，那要看他是否在背後壞別人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18、如果你想知道一個人是否在說謊，那你要看他在說話時的眼神，眼神告訴你一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19、如果你想知道一個人是否在乎你，那你要看他是否記住你曾經說過的話。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20、如果你想知道一個人是否牽掛你，那要看他在天涼的時候是否想到提醒你加衣.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.如果你想知道你在那個人心中的分量如何,那要看他是否記住你的生日或紀念日.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.如果想知道一個男人是否講究,那要看他的鞋子是否乾淨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.如果你想知道一個男人是否值得你去愛,那要看他是否有愛心,責任心,而不是有沒有地位和金錢.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.如果你想知道一個男生是否值得你去愛,那要看他的內在,而不是外表,要看他是不是因為可愛而帥,而不是因為帥而可愛.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am bored as fuck at home, I'll tell you that. So I'll just be typing a bunch of random stuff today, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley and Jenna Marbles are so awesome I just want to quote them all the time but then idk what's the right way to credit them so I've decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to VIVA just now, that place sells lotsa furniture! Which, my bro thinks only extremely rich people buy. There's also this Chinese section, selling antique and weird stuff which I've never seen before in my life and still don't know what it is when I see it. Yea. I WANT TO EAT ICE-CREAM AND CHOCOLATE AND CAKE. I NEED SUGAR! LOL. I feel so trapped here at home. With my parents watching Three Kingdom from 4-6pm every Saturday and Sunday and my bro playing TF2 or Evil Genius, what am I suppose to do, hmmm? I can't practice my cello because they'll complain about the noise, I can't read books because there are noises from the TV and the comp and I can't concentrate and will probably have to read one line 4-5 times and STILL NOT GET IT. I don't have any homework anymore. Ugh. I want to go ooooooouuuuuuuutt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey HEEEEEEEY! Guess what, GUESS WHAT! Our class party's happening this coming Sunday! I'm looking forward to it, but not many people responded to the event on facebook HAHA! But anyway, I bought water guns. Damn cheap stuff I should say. I tried playing with it and it was AWESOME! My childhood memory! Makes me miss Bukit Merah :D&lt;br /&gt;My dad also bought two more toy guns today for photographing purpose, and my bro and I played with it at home just now. FUN FUN FUN ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm out of stuff to say. I'm just bored and out came this post. But you're still AWESOME because you've made it all the way here! Though maybe you've skipped like, a paragraph or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all dinner should be ready anytime soon! And I think they're reaching Aberforth! Can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-8525448383882262483?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8525448383882262483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8525448383882262483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8525448383882262483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8525448383882262483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-guns.html' title='I have GUNS.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3775310532375109366</id><published>2011-11-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:00:40.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ups and downs</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what. I've finished reading half of Deathly Hallows. On one hand I don't really want to finish reading it so fast, on the other, I want to finish reading it as soon as possible because I want to start reading other books. And no, I can't read both at the same time or leave Deathly Hallows aside and start the other one first. I want the magic to last longer la... #FRUSTRATION&lt;br /&gt;I am so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; happy that Ron came back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we got our results back. Not all, but most. Honestly, most were below my expectations, but actually I don't really know what I expected. Not bad one la my results, but then they raised the bar and so it's harder to get an A or even an A-. And because I'm Asian, As are pree-eetty important to me. (Hahaha, joke.) I only got an A- for Biology. I did a HELL lot of stupid mistakes in Physics. Ugh, all the marks I lost. #sad&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I have very smart friends. Or very lucky friends. I don't know. I think I'll go with smart. Or maybe little bit of both. Whichever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty disappointed, to be honest, because I didn't get a lot of As! I know! That's a terrible reason! But really, my results are very unstable, some times I get very good results, some times I get very bad ones, and I always get bad results at the wrong time which is for the last term exams. But I'll be positive and say this, most of my subjects improved! Be it a little or a lot la it's still improvement :D So I'll try to stick with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during Bio class, Ms. Lee was discussing the exam paper with us and Mr. Lim came in and ask, "What period is it now? Still Biology? Or Chemistry already?" And we remained silent. Then there was a part, I think someone said it's supposed to be Chemistry now, and Mr. Lim jokingly said, "Oh I see, you all like Biology more, still want to study Biology even though it's Chemistry class now." And we were like, "Nooo.. Noo.." and Ms. Lee was like, "NO AH?!" So we quickly changed to, "YES YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on teachers of 4A10, aren't we adorable? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm growing up. I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3775310532375109366?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3775310532375109366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3775310532375109366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3775310532375109366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3775310532375109366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/01/ups-and-downs.html' title='the ups and downs'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5674625995432307553</id><published>2011-10-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:44:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your secret's safe with me</title><content type='html'>Ahoy there, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mid Valley today with the bunch, the very noisy, hyperactive, very very VERY awesome bunch. Shelley, Chi Hoe, Man Long and I were the earliest to reach so we bought tickets and they accompanied me to Borders to get my book, and while we're there, Borders is a great place to hang, so we just sat there and talk. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IERkWpFCq5Q/TqgQdkeqwiI/AAAAAAAACsU/pvYsImW1rqg/s1600/312855_2581592498021_1200690569_3077697_243546916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IERkWpFCq5Q/TqgQdkeqwiI/AAAAAAAACsU/pvYsImW1rqg/s400/312855_2581592498021_1200690569_3077697_243546916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667798231240327714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had nothing to do, so we decided to go buy Chatime because it was early and there wouldn't be a lot of people. No, I do not think it's worth waiting 20-45minutes for a cup of drink. It's a good drink, but 20 minutes? SERIOUSLY? So anyway, we got our drinks and not long later, Wei Li, Marcus, Shannen and to our surprise, Ching Yue came. So we lepak-ed around for a while, playing with Shelley's new weird and cool looking camera. We even tricked Shannen into thinking that the camera has X-Ray functions, which she bought it! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to the arcade to play Bishi Bashi. Halfway, we passed by TGIF, which had Halloween decorations! It was so nice! I love Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnjP1MzmWjg/TqgQxT9mJcI/AAAAAAAACsg/QI0JUnFUDl4/s1600/293375_2581593298041_1200690569_3077698_1305388208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnjP1MzmWjg/TqgQxT9mJcI/AAAAAAAACsg/QI0JUnFUDl4/s400/293375_2581593298041_1200690569_3077698_1305388208_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667798570404029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a lot more inside of course, but we just took this. It's a gigantic spider (probably Aragog's son or daughter) with a leg. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heaps of fun in the arcade. So exciting! Even though it's like a kid's game, but we still enjoyed it so much, making all sorts of random noises like "AH!" and "WOO!" and "YEA!"&lt;br /&gt;I tell you! I hit the buttons until hands swollen man! Hahahaha! And don't know when, the Triplets appeared! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even took photos in the arcade even though it was very dark in there. We played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Lai&lt;/span&gt; because we all had handbags and my big red flowery bag is so awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ib70miEMj28/TqgQdsgU1iI/AAAAAAAACsA/Mq8_PQR7HSg/s1600/297929_2581602378268_1200690569_3077722_2043600715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ib70miEMj28/TqgQdsgU1iI/AAAAAAAACsA/Mq8_PQR7HSg/s400/297929_2581602378268_1200690569_3077722_2043600715_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667798233394763298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just one of it. Marcus, Biang and Shelley are all so in the moment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember when Shelley had the red Ugly Betty glasses that Marcus stole from the discipline room and gave it to her? Well, today Man Long brought a big black punkish FRAME (actually the Ugly Betty one Shelley had were just frames too), and we all had fun with it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE7wTBh46sQ/TqgQdUcdhvI/AAAAAAAACr4/JivQVXh1oHQ/s1600/310198_2581602018259_1200690569_3077721_631041284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE7wTBh46sQ/TqgQdUcdhvI/AAAAAAAACr4/JivQVXh1oHQ/s400/310198_2581602018259_1200690569_3077721_631041284_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667798226936104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wai Yuen said I look so gangster here. Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; so gangsta! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to McDonald's to have lunch because it's FAST and it's convenient, though unhealthy. While queuing up, we snapped photos again! We took a lot actually, Chi Hoe kept holding a "background" for us HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xw0Ff1WHP_4/TqgQdVN62II/AAAAAAAACrw/znTM1Gih18U/s1600/302547_2581609578448_1200690569_3077734_2003159733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xw0Ff1WHP_4/TqgQdVN62II/AAAAAAAACrw/znTM1Gih18U/s400/302547_2581609578448_1200690569_3077734_2003159733_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667798227143547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! When we walked to McDonald's Chi Hoe, Wai Yuen and Man Long BACK FLIPPED Marcus! Imagine that, because I can't describe it! It looked so fun, but so dangerous! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45pm, watched Real Steel. It was so cool when the robots fought. Hugh Jackman is really good looking. And there's this girl in the movie, who's so hot and sexy and looked so freakin beautiful, but also, SO, EVIL. She is SO Slytherin! And there's also the fact that we kept creating lines for the actors and actresses in the movie, and sat there laughing our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this part, ok I'm gonna be a spoiler, where the kid found a robot, and there was a name there on the robot. The subtitles said "原子", and Shelley, Wei Li and I were like, "HUH? What?" and then the kid said, "Atom." And we were all like, "Ohhh..." at the same time. Yup, we also cheered and clapped when we watch the movie. Every time the robots start battling, I'm just like, "Oh my GAWD, I can't believe how excited I am right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, some of them went home, and there were also some that didn't watch the movie with us actually. So, those of us left went to Spaghetti Farm to sit and talk. We talked about a lot. But it's so nice that we can talk about these things together. There was a moment when everyone's like, "Haaaaiiihh.." and I took a packet of leftover Chipmores out and said, "Here, have a cookie." and then everybody ate. I don't know why, but that scene was pretty funny when I think back about it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end, Man Long, Chi Hoe, Shelley and I were left at MPH. Then I told them about my problem. See, even outsiders said that this is pretty much beyond complicated. Haihs, still can cure or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's like that I guess. I have such great friends. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5674625995432307553?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5674625995432307553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5674625995432307553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5674625995432307553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5674625995432307553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-secrets-safe-with-me.html' title='your secret&apos;s safe with me'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IERkWpFCq5Q/TqgQdkeqwiI/AAAAAAAACsU/pvYsImW1rqg/s72-c/312855_2581592498021_1200690569_3077697_243546916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1523600012738685034</id><published>2011-10-22T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:27:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look how they shine for you</title><content type='html'>Oh hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past three weeks had been pretty hectic for all of us, exams and stuff. Whoever tells you that Form 4 is honeymoon year, don't believe them, they're lying because it most certainly is not. I mean, you don't have to make the school exams everything to you, but the lessons are important. We've finished the last Form 4 exam and holidays are almost here, and I honestly don't really know what I've learned in Physics. I am in such deep shit if I still can't make everything about Physics this year clear next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's been a really great year this year. I've been sorted into the as Pn. Er told us when we were form 1, the "worst Feng Shui" class in SMK Sri Sentosa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She told us, that every year, every form, the class 10, is a very... Interesting class. It's like, our results are not the best, but it's definitely not the worst. Sometimes we can get really good results too, like really REALLY good. We're a bunch of playful and a little bit evil kids, and at the same time adorable, good, nice kids. We give people good first impressions, and as time goes by, we reveal our true selves. We're like one big ball of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;togetherness&lt;/span&gt;. We help each other out all the time. We're awesome. We surprise people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reminded me of this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like you want to run away."&lt;br /&gt;"Just be happy when I can get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know.. Been to a lot of places.."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to give me the 'there's nothing like home' speech, I've heard it."&lt;br /&gt;"No,  No... You can go wherever you want. See whatever you want to but,   um... a place is only as good as the people you know in it. I... I think   this is a pretty good place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfa4s3Mc5b0/TqKIUbyDxdI/AAAAAAAACrk/VwTFOA3Dgrk/s1600/i_am_number_four_girl1%255B4%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfa4s3Mc5b0/TqKIUbyDxdI/AAAAAAAACrk/VwTFOA3Dgrk/s400/i_am_number_four_girl1%255B4%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666241165821986258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am Number Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch today was FANTASTIC. OhmyBACON! Oh and ermm.. I think my obsession for hot guys is getting more serious. Haha! But as my Lao Qi said, looking at good looking and hot guys will increase our lifespan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Pettyfer is DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. I watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Time&lt;/span&gt; trailer and I didn't expect to see him, but I saw him, and ohmygosh.....&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal is PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Evans, I'm gonna watch you in action soon. (To avoid misunderstandings of any kind, let me just make it clear, I'm going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's Your Number&lt;/span&gt; and he's starring in it so yea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fan girl sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta earn some points for Gryffindor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1523600012738685034?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1523600012738685034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1523600012738685034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1523600012738685034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1523600012738685034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-how-they-shine-for-you.html' title='look how they shine for you'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfa4s3Mc5b0/TqKIUbyDxdI/AAAAAAAACrk/VwTFOA3Dgrk/s72-c/i_am_number_four_girl1%255B4%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4819184374666779961</id><published>2011-10-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T04:54:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like her,</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi hi HIIIIIII !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I mentioned that I like the movie The Jerk Theory because it's one of those movies which I can never get bored of, and I didn't realize, that Molly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2yicpsq8mg/TphJc8dtC1I/AAAAAAAACrY/Qkz_uJfneVI/s1600/50355_16594486193_4654030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2yicpsq8mg/TphJc8dtC1I/AAAAAAAACrY/Qkz_uJfneVI/s400/50355_16594486193_4654030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357293034277714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually the same person as Nora from Step Up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_cldc2IeTQ/TphJcXVzceI/AAAAAAAACrM/0jDkr939sYo/s1600/step-up-channing-tatum-sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_cldc2IeTQ/TphJcXVzceI/AAAAAAAACrM/0jDkr939sYo/s400/step-up-channing-tatum-sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357283069030882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Jenna Dewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexy, beautiful, sweet looking, awesome, incredible actress and a splendid dancer. She's a dancer! That just increases my love for her so so so so so so &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much more. And Channing Tatum, like Tumblr said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"If you were my homework, I'd slam you on the table and do you ALL, NIGHT, LONG."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My GAWD I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had a great dream last night. I was so happy, like seriously. Just when I thought that everything was back to the way it was, and that nothing could go wrong, I woke up. Yes, it was just a dream. But at least it was a great dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Southgate this morning. Actually, it was near afternoon.. That place is boring now. Because only a few shops were open. There's this very awesome shop called "Cool Costumes" and yes they sell costumes but that place is really nice. I like the masks. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and Biology, come at me bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4819184374666779961?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4819184374666779961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4819184374666779961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4819184374666779961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4819184374666779961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-cha-wish-your-girlfriend-was-hot.html' title='don&apos;t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like her,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2yicpsq8mg/TphJc8dtC1I/AAAAAAAACrY/Qkz_uJfneVI/s72-c/50355_16594486193_4654030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1636376355733586324</id><published>2011-10-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:15:17.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your worst enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that isn't really my thing to do. But I can't believe how discouraging people can be, even people you thought will give you their full support. No. Humans are humans after all. They will try everything they can to bring you down. I don't even. Why? Why? WHY? I know it's my fault for stopping at first, but I'm chasing back a dream, and there will always be these people around, telling you that you can't do it, you're not good enough, you're not fit for it, or some other crap like that. Well guess what? You don't know what I'm capable of and as if whatever the hell you people say can affect me. It all still lies in my hands. It's still my decision. So fuck what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOoZDc2qQg/TpAN95NqDjI/AAAAAAAACqY/YYYFKOizsSI/s1600/tumblr_lox0gktFu71qa2txho1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOoZDc2qQg/TpAN95NqDjI/AAAAAAAACqY/YYYFKOizsSI/s400/tumblr_lox0gktFu71qa2txho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661040088585997874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just another day, nothing in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1636376355733586324?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1636376355733586324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1636376355733586324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1636376355733586324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1636376355733586324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-worst-enemy.html' title='your worst enemy'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOoZDc2qQg/TpAN95NqDjI/AAAAAAAACqY/YYYFKOizsSI/s72-c/tumblr_lox0gktFu71qa2txho1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-149390246694464742</id><published>2011-10-08T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:57:41.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felis catus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a really, really, really long and boring post for those of you who are not interested in cats. Yes, cats. I'm not really a cat person myself, but hey, these are really, really cool cats! And just to be clear, I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;the information about these cool cats from &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, the most efficient and useful website of all. So if you would like to know more about these really amazing, good-looking, fierce-looking, and cool-looking cats, Wikipedia is just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k71aPuLh2NI/TpAZpMsdMpI/AAAAAAAACq4/aiAk6n0CBiQ/s1600/serval_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k71aPuLh2NI/TpAZpMsdMpI/AAAAAAAACq4/aiAk6n0CBiQ/s400/serval_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661052927177732754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Serval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The serval is a medium sized cat, measuring 59 to 92 centimetres (23  to 36 in) in head-body length, with a relatively short, 20 to 38  centimetres (7.9 to 15 in) tail, and a shoulder height of about 54 to 66  centimetres (21 to 26 in). Weight ranges from about 7 to 12 kilograms  (15 to 26 lb) in females, and from 9 to 18 kilograms (20 to 40 lb) in  males&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_3-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serval#cite_note-WCoW-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a strong yet slender animal, with long legs and a fairly short  tail. The head is small in relation to the body, and the tall, oval ears  are set close together. The pattern of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fur" title="Fur"&gt;fur&lt;/a&gt;  is variable. Usually, the serval is boldly spotted black on tawny, with  2 or 4 stripes from the top of the head down the neck and back,  transitioning into spots. The "servaline" form has much smaller,  freckled spots, and was once thought to be separate species. The backs  of the ears are black with a distinctive white bar. In addition, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanism" title="Melanism"&gt;melanistic&lt;/a&gt; servals are quite common in some parts of the range, giving a similar appearance to the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_panther" title="Black panther"&gt;black panther&lt;/a&gt;" (melanistic leopard).&lt;sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_3-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serval#cite_note-WCoW-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;White servals have never been documented in the wild and only four  have been documented in captivity. One was born and died at the age of 2  weeks in Canada in the early 1990s. The other three, all males, were  born at Wildlife on Easy Street in 1997 and 1999.&lt;/p&gt;Servals have the longest legs of any cat, relative to their body size.  Most of this increase in length is due to the greatly elongated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metatarsal" title="Metatarsal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;metatarsal&lt;/a&gt;  bones in the feet. The toes are also elongated, and unusually mobile,  helping the animal to capture partially concealed prey. Another  distinctive feature of the serval is the presence of large ears and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auditory_bulla" title="Auditory bulla"&gt;auditory bullae&lt;/a&gt; in the skull, indicating a particularly acute sense of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuVAHY973y4/TpAZpD2Hq4I/AAAAAAAACqw/7iSFFOuNKKw/s1600/caracal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuVAHY973y4/TpAZpD2Hq4I/AAAAAAAACqw/7iSFFOuNKKw/s400/caracal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661052924802345858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Caracal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The caracal is a slender, yet muscular, cat, with long legs and a short &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tail" title="Tail"&gt;tail&lt;/a&gt;. Males typically weigh 13 to 18 kilograms (29 to 40 lb), while females weigh about 11 kilograms (24 lb). The caracal resembles a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_Lynx" title="Eurasian Lynx"&gt;Eurasian Lynx&lt;/a&gt;, and for a long time it was considered a close relative of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynx" title="Lynx"&gt;lynxes&lt;/a&gt;.  It has a tail nearly a third of its body length, and both sexes look  the same. The caracal is 65 to 90 centimetres (26 to 35 in) in length,  with a 30 centimetres (12 in) tail. Compared to lynxes, it has longer  legs, shorter fur, and a slimmer appearance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The colour of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fur" title="Fur"&gt;fur&lt;/a&gt; varies between wine-red, grey, or sand-coloured. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanism" title="Melanism"&gt;Melanistic&lt;/a&gt; (black) caracals also occur. Young caracals bear reddish spots on the underside; adults do not have  markings except for black spots above the eyes and small white patches  around the eyes and nose. Underparts of chin and body are white, and a  narrow black line runs from the corner of the eye to the nose.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-sci_2-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracal#cite_note-sci-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pupil" title="Pupil"&gt;pupils&lt;/a&gt; of a caracal's eyes contract to form circles rather than the slits found in most small cats.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-honolulu_6-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracal#cite_note-honolulu-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;The most conspicuous feature of the caracal is elongated, tufted black ears, which also explain the origin of its name, &lt;i&gt;karakulak&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_language" title="Turkish language"&gt;Turkish&lt;/a&gt; for "black ear". A juvenile has black on the outside of the ears, which disappears as it becomes an adult. Its ears, which it uses to locate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prey" title="Prey" class="mw-redirect"&gt;prey&lt;/a&gt;, are controlled by 29 different &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscles" title="Muscles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;muscles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup class="Template-Fact" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The feet of a caracal have numerous stiff hairs growing between the  pads. These probably help the animal walk on soft sand. The jaw is short  and equipped with powerful teeth. About 92 percent of caracals lack the  second upper premolar teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_7-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracal#cite_note-WCoW-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fveJqIJI0y0/TpAZo6ZM_nI/AAAAAAAACqo/bflpvYY7-tY/s1600/lynx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 424px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fveJqIJI0y0/TpAZo6ZM_nI/AAAAAAAACqo/bflpvYY7-tY/s400/lynx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661052922265140850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lynx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lynx have short tails and characteristic tufts of black hair on the  tip of their ears.They have a ruff under the neck, which has black bars  (not very visible), resembling a bow tie. They have large padded paws  for walking on snow, and long whiskers on the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;The large body colour varies from medium brown to gold-ish to  beige-white; and occasionally, is marked with dark brown spots,  especially on the limbs. All species of lynx also have white fur on  their chests, bellies and on the insides of their legs, which are  extensions of the chest and belly fur. Also, the lynx's colouring, fur  height and paw size varies by its climate range—in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southwestern_United_States" title="Southwestern United States"&gt;Southwestern United States&lt;/a&gt;,  the fur and colour are short-haired, dark and the paws are smaller and  less padded; as the lynx ranges to its colder northern climates, the fur  gets progressively thicker (for warmth), the colour gets lighter (for  camouflage) and its paws enlarge and become more padded (for snowy  environments). Their paws may become larger than a human hand or foot.&lt;/p&gt; The smallest species are the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobcat" title="Bobcat"&gt;bobcat&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada_lynx" title="Canada lynx"&gt;Canada lynx&lt;/a&gt;, while the largest is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_lynx" title="Eurasian lynx" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Eurasian lynx&lt;/a&gt;, however there are considerable variations within species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2W43Q8D6IA/TpAZomygsYI/AAAAAAAACqg/fJKWBg3H9Y8/s1600/oncilla-chat-tigre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2W43Q8D6IA/TpAZomygsYI/AAAAAAAACqg/fJKWBg3H9Y8/s400/oncilla-chat-tigre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661052917002580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Oncilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Oncilla resembles the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margay" title="Margay"&gt;Margay&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot" title="Ocelot"&gt;Ocelot&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Leyhausen1963_3-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-Leyhausen1963-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  but is smaller, with a slender build and narrower muzzle. It grows to  38 to 59 centimetres (15 to 23 in) long, plus a 20 to 42 centimetres  (7.9 to 17 in) tail.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-WCoW-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;While this is somewhat longer than the average &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat" title="Cat"&gt;domestic cat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Leopardus tigrinus&lt;/i&gt; is generally lighter, weighing 1.5 to 3 kilograms (3.3 to 6.6 lb).&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ADV_5-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-ADV-5"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fur is thick and soft, ranging from light brown to dark ochre,  with numerous dark rosettes across the back and flanks. The underside is  pale with dark spots and the tail is ringed. The backs of the ears are  black with bold &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eyespot_%28mimicry%29" title="Eyespot (mimicry)"&gt;ocelli&lt;/a&gt;. The rosettes are black or brown, open in the center, and irregularly shaped.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Leyhausen_6-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-Leyhausen-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The legs have medium-sized spots tapering to smaller spots near the paws. This coloration helps the oncilla blend in with the mottled sunlight of  the tropical forest understory. The Oncilla's jaw is shortened, with  fewer teeth, but with well-developed carnassials and canines.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Leyhausen1963_3-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-Leyhausen1963-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanism" title="Melanism"&gt;melanistic&lt;/a&gt; oncillas have been reported from the more heavily forested parts of its range.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_4-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla#cite_note-WCoW-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I was just randomly clicking on webpages and it lead me to cats. Awesome isn't it? They might've just changed a little of my mind about cats.. They're pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already smarter than you were before if you've finished reading this post. You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-149390246694464742?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/149390246694464742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=149390246694464742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/149390246694464742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/149390246694464742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/felis-catus.html' title='Felis catus'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k71aPuLh2NI/TpAZpMsdMpI/AAAAAAAACq4/aiAk6n0CBiQ/s72-c/serval_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-211954423991301865</id><published>2011-10-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:39:48.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very messy day :)</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 5 days of holiday I finally took today to study. Though just a little bit, but I did what I was supposed to do with the holidays. Well, I'm almost done with Sejarah. But then the thought of Biology, Chemistry and Physics waiting for me just FREAKS ME OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while studying halfway, I got pretty distracted and bored and so I went playing with my hair. And I did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpAn2BYZW3A/To1ThAyc9NI/AAAAAAAACp8/F4uFd_ZZ2vI/s1600/gryffindor%2Bwelcome%2Bmail.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soexXIc5Z9Y/To1Tg8N75EI/AAAAAAAACp0/aFwKKwT5s9I/s1600/DSCN3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soexXIc5Z9Y/To1Tg8N75EI/AAAAAAAACp0/aFwKKwT5s9I/s400/DSCN3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660272132060079170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I PERMED it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCdtmLWJmdM/To1SwD_K7AI/AAAAAAAACps/Yf9idU6zYGg/s1600/DSCN3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCdtmLWJmdM/To1SwD_K7AI/AAAAAAAACps/Yf9idU6zYGg/s400/DSCN3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660271292332043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nope, I do not like such wavy.. curly.. hair. Maybe not this type. But what the hell, first time for everything, and it's the holidays, have some fun with myself ma x)&lt;br /&gt;And I so did not want to get out of my room because it's so cold in there I love it TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't like the hair so I combed it so bad until it's almost straight again. It can't go back to its original state so easily. Proves this thing works. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it, say Hi to my chili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgGn5xmSIcY/To1Sv7Oix9I/AAAAAAAACpk/JQmp2NocHso/s1600/DSCN3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgGn5xmSIcY/To1Sv7Oix9I/AAAAAAAACpk/JQmp2NocHso/s400/DSCN3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660271289980602322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPZByHjWvI8/To1SvbDxsTI/AAAAAAAACpc/6opWoNcSXcM/s1600/DSCN3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPZByHjWvI8/To1SvbDxsTI/AAAAAAAACpc/6opWoNcSXcM/s400/DSCN3624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660271281345507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, this is nothing, just showing off that I have such a cute ass chili :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone yesterday because I finished rereading the book and Dumbledore said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "What happened last night between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so naturally, the whole school knows."&lt;/span&gt; Talk about being sarcastic. Who can beat this guy? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all! Whao this is a pretty random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-211954423991301865?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/211954423991301865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=211954423991301865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/211954423991301865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/211954423991301865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/10/very-messy-day.html' title='a very messy day :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soexXIc5Z9Y/To1Tg8N75EI/AAAAAAAACp0/aFwKKwT5s9I/s72-c/DSCN3595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1824129154642239840</id><published>2011-09-30T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:08:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got it right</title><content type='html'>I'm having so much fun brewing potions! Getting a hang of it :)&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm placed in Gryffindor. I am so proud! Even though I wanted to be in Slytherin most, but when I was placed in Gryffindor I was really extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love my wand. Spruce with dragon core, 12 and a half inches, solid. OHDEARME :D&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ugh. I don't even want to talk about the teachers in school. People who know will know, people who don't, oh well. Lady, we are not your slaves. One day when we rebel with everyone else, you will be in such deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, apart from that, I had the best Maths lesson today. Everything just seemed so easy and simple and clear with her teaching. And after telling them what happened, I can finally make it clear, who's real and who's not. I'm with them. I really like the way he keeps standing up for her :) He told her,"Don't let what she said influence you. See, like Wei Shan, she knows. And all these things, you tell XXX she will believe meh? You tell YYY he will believe meh?"&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she knows that we will be there for her. I really don't believe she'll do all that bullshit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, are not brainless people. Though you may think so, but who cares what you think? I haven't forget you told me to stop dancing. I will never forget that. You will never understand what it means to me, and I don't need you to. And I stopped not because of you. Suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feels good to get my mind cleared :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Even Heroes have the right to bleed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Five For Fighting, Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1824129154642239840?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1824129154642239840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1824129154642239840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1824129154642239840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1824129154642239840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/got-it-right.html' title='got it right'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-972219454167517381</id><published>2011-09-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:01:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost fallen..</title><content type='html'>I, am in total confusion right now. Let me get back to this later, before it ruins my current unstable good mood and I can't talk about the funny things that happened in school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had our English exam. After recess, this teacher, I didn't know her name, came in for relief because our... I forgot what period we were having, BM or Moral.. Anyway, it was during a period where the teacher was on labour leave. So at the beginning, she was like, bitching us around for I don't know what reason. We weren't that noisy. Then suddenly, she called, "Miss Tan Wei Shan." Miss. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss.&lt;/span&gt; So I was like, "Did she just call me?" Then Ah Hui was like, "Yup, she called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt; Tan Wei Shan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to her. And then she was like, "Do you have a brother from this school?" Then I said, "Err.. Yeaaaa..." "What's his name?" "Tan Wu Zhen." Then she gave me a very funny look. XD I mean, to me it's very funny. Then she said, "Your brother is Wu Zhen ah? No wonder! I was reading your article, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;, it was so nice and so good but so familiar! It's so like Wu Zhen's writing!" At this point I was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what an incredible teacher, you can guess who's whose siblings by reading their articles? &lt;/span&gt;LOL! So yea. I brought the story back to my brother and they seem to know each other pretty well. Along with some other legendary teachers in school, apparently. I never knew my brother was so famous among the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... About my confusion... I really don't know how it ended up like the situation we're all in now. Everyone with the gangs and everything.. That used to be my favourite place to go. My favourite place to pass my time. Though I go there to study but I didn't mind, it was fun. Everybody was so nice to everybody, everybody was so friend with everybody. And then suddenly, all this.. STUFF happened. It's already been over a year now.. Can't everyone just GIVE IT A REST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that incident, I have been crying for 3 days. It was just heartbreaking to watch. And to see everyone blinded with lies... I used to think they were lies, but now I'm not sure. I don't know anymore! What I believed, were they all true? What I've seen, who I've talk to, everything I heard, what's true and what's not? Who are the "good guys" and who are the backstabbers? I am completely lost. She told me that I've heard both sides of the story, so I can be sure who's who, but honestly, I just feel like I can't trust anyone now. Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; side of the story is real, or it could be her acting skills, or maybe whatever she said were just stories she made up, but this.. Statement, can be applied to both person! I really want to believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believed &lt;/span&gt;her all this time! But how can I be sure? How can I really be sure? I can't remember the last time I let something hurt (Not exactly the word I want to use, or the word I feel, but it's the closest to whatever I'm feeling now) me so bad. I could really see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices... But... HOW? Someone just tell me what I'm suppose to do!&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell him that day because I think he'd be the only one who will understand. But I will never do that, knowing too much is not a really good thing too. And he might not want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing him in advertisements or movie trailers these days.. And can I just say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbzN6W9D4/ToR5Cbjh5NI/AAAAAAAACpU/glpwuyZAq9Q/s1600/ryan-gosling-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbzN6W9D4/ToR5Cbjh5NI/AAAAAAAACpU/glpwuyZAq9Q/s400/ryan-gosling-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657780114547664082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;RYAN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YOUR ATTRACTIVENESS IS VERY DISTRACTING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need Felix Felicis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :| (because I'm feeling unknown)&lt;br /&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/2961889480784650907-972219454167517381?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/972219454167517381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=972219454167517381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/972219454167517381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/972219454167517381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/almost-fallen.html' title='almost fallen..'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbzN6W9D4/ToR5Cbjh5NI/AAAAAAAACpU/glpwuyZAq9Q/s72-c/ryan-gosling-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3056322301498026299</id><published>2011-09-17T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T05:19:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll send you loads of owls</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back again. Come on, you gotta admit not blogging because exam's coming up is a silly thing to do. Just, so silly. I need my blog, just like we all need someone to talk to. Since we can't rely on people, that's when blogs come to use. At least, that's how I see it. I just really feel the need to talk sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went back to Yoke Name for the Mid Autumn festival they were celebrating. Walked around, met u with some friends, chit-chat, played Truth or Dare (dare was the only option because we really had nothing to ask about). We went to Daphne's house after that because not one teacher was found at school. None attended? I don't know, they just weren't there. And also because school was so HOT. For me, that is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got there, we continued with the game. Damn they play damn big. At first I was bored because I didn't get the chance to be dared, but then I feel so lucky I didn't, because their Dares were more like Torture. Haha! But the ones that got dared were cool with the dares. They've turned to awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also got the chance to hear Jie Ying sing again! Her singing, is still as good as always :) Such beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3thOgSB-Ko/TnSKGAlveKI/AAAAAAAACpM/U-wgrecvEMM/s1600/319578_2007617630438_1243594484_31925621_432360310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3thOgSB-Ko/TnSKGAlveKI/AAAAAAAACpM/U-wgrecvEMM/s400/319578_2007617630438_1243594484_31925621_432360310_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653295268098963618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, not a lot attended. There were 52 pupils in our class and only.. &amp;lt;20 attended. Oh well, there's that. But we still had fun. Lots of it :) We haven't met for so many years and when we finally did, it's like the bond and relationship between us didn't change, we're still friends. It's not as easy as we think it is to be someone's friend, okaaaay? So it isn't a small word, if that's what you're thinking. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading The Other Boleyn Girl, but then Amanda returned me my Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and I was thinking, "Maybe I'll read a little of it.." And I can't stop now. Have to finish it. But I'm a bit slow in reading now because I get so tired so easily these days, and exam's coming up and form 4 is no joke so I HAVE to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I only got until the part where Harry rides the Hogwarts Express for the first time. The part where Molly called Fred, George, and Fred tricking her and say he was George, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honestly, woman, call yourself out mother?" &lt;/span&gt;And Ginny was just a little girl, and Percy was Prefect. Then they ran into Platform 9 and three quarters. Then before they leave, Ginny began to cry, and Fred said to her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owl."&lt;/span&gt; I CRIED at this point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CRIED&lt;/span&gt;. (Well, actually I don't know who said this line, it wasn't mentioned in the book specifically, but I think it's Fred.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because I remembered.. Fred's gonna die. I am really sad about all the deaths.. I haven't got the guts to start reading the last book, so I haven't actually READ about Fred's, Remus's, Tonk's and Dobby's death, but I watched the movie, but it's not the same as reading it. But I cried really hard when Sirius and Dumbledore died. It really broke my heart. I'm not afraid to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I live in a magical world where only magical people would understand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3056322301498026299?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3056322301498026299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3056322301498026299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3056322301498026299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3056322301498026299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-send-you-loads-of-owls.html' title='we&apos;ll send you loads of owls'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3thOgSB-Ko/TnSKGAlveKI/AAAAAAAACpM/U-wgrecvEMM/s72-c/319578_2007617630438_1243594484_31925621_432360310_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-614885931006446806</id><published>2011-09-15T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:40:48.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get your ass up and.. idk just get your ass up</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, final exam's coming like, really soon, and I'm still skipping school like nobody's business. Talk about pressure! This year is really the first year I'm starting to WORRY ABOUT EXAMS and results. This is also my first year to really pay attention in class. Well, not really, but better than the past... 9 years, I should say? Jeez, first I was really.. Tired? When I heard that final exam's not until October something. But now they moved it earlier and it's gonna be on the 27th and now I feel pressured and worried. A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just September, but I already can't wait for holidays! To think of all the wonderful things to do! To think of all the times that I'm gonna spend with my huge family, who are all awesome! Oh gosh, that is the only thing I am looking forward to now. I cannot wait for exams to be over. See, with thoughts like this, how am I to study for exams? And you know what annoys me more than myself? Seeing people on facebook and twitter ALL talking about exams. It's either, "OMG exams coming!" or "Gonna study for final exams!" EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS. Well, maybe not all of them.. But trust me, THEY WILL POST STUFF LIKE THAT. And it's not even motivating. Man I need help, lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONING WITH MYSELF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"INSTEAD OF SITTING HERE AND BLOG ABOUT IT, HERE'S AN IDEA! WHY. DON'T. YOU... GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF THIS CHAIR, GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STUDY FOR AT LEAST ONE OR TWO SUBJECTS? HMMMMMMMM?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, to back that up, I am gonna come up with a few reasons for me to spend LESS time on the computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pottermore won't be sending you the mail until the end of September because you registered only on the last day of registration.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are out of PLANS and MUSE and SIMOLEONS to do anything on Sims Social.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sims Social needs refreshing 999 times.&lt;br /&gt;4. No one is gonna write anything awesome on your wall.&lt;br /&gt;5. Facebook statuses annoy the fuck out of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Twitter needs refreshing 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;7. Save electricity.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Sims are all awesome enough already in The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cheryl didn't borrow you The Sims 3.&lt;br /&gt;10. You cannot catch up with Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;11. Computer makes you fat.&lt;br /&gt;12. No one is gonna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. There. These are the ones that I can come up with now. I guess that's enough for me to stay away from the computer for a while. Man I sure hope this works. I can't screw any more exams up. SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT GIRL! HAVE A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, before I go, I have to blog about these two things because it's totally blogworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday in school during BC class, it was Sook Shan's turn for the oral thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began with,"在我还没有开始评述之前，我想问大家，出门之前是不是会化妆?"&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class was like, "不会..."&lt;br /&gt;And she sighed a little and said, "配合我一下..."&lt;br /&gt;So we all went, "会..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday night, Zhi Yan, my cousin, was sleeping over at my house. So at night, we called Lau Ah Girl, and halfway talking on the phone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE FELL ASLEEP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all. Hopefully this will be my last post until.. After exams? OMGGGGGG I AM SO HUNGRY FOR CHOCOLAAAAAATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved a few pictures from the internet and when I was looking them all through again I saw this and it broke my heart and I just have to have it on my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;One day Molly accidentally called George, Fred. She started crying and he looked at her smiling and said, "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-614885931006446806?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/614885931006446806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=614885931006446806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/614885931006446806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/614885931006446806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/get-your-ass-up-and-idk-just-get-your.html' title='get your ass up and.. idk just get your ass up'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3875306382913268227</id><published>2011-09-12T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:48:04.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telling me it's beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:300%;"  &gt;EXCUSE ME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzptsFlMnRI/Tm29XMV8LbI/AAAAAAAACo8/tIBoDT-89TI/s1600/christina-aguilera-hair-burlesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzptsFlMnRI/Tm29XMV8LbI/AAAAAAAACo8/tIBoDT-89TI/s400/christina-aguilera-hair-burlesque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651381313567731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christina Aguilera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUKI2X0e6zg/Tm29NPXg2OI/AAAAAAAACo0/zFClsGwtzM8/s1600/christina-aguilera-burlesque-makeup-red-lips_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUKI2X0e6zg/Tm29NPXg2OI/AAAAAAAACo0/zFClsGwtzM8/s400/christina-aguilera-burlesque-makeup-red-lips_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651381142580943074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOpsNNBXw1I/Tm29GlJLDbI/AAAAAAAACos/s0LpQXK8Gpg/s1600/christina-aguilera-burlesque-late-night-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOpsNNBXw1I/Tm29GlJLDbI/AAAAAAAACos/s0LpQXK8Gpg/s400/christina-aguilera-burlesque-late-night-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651381028167290290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;freakin BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKUc3pWAPY4/Tm26fHz_tMI/AAAAAAAACns/MUw2zkNEAI8/s1600/DSCN3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKUc3pWAPY4/Tm26fHz_tMI/AAAAAAAACns/MUw2zkNEAI8/s400/DSCN3517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651378151255684290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Phuket. It was fun. It involved a heck lot of sitting, but it was still fun. At least I didn't have to go to school and face all the bullshit out of class. And the best part for me in Phuket was the Simon Cabaret show and at night when in the hotel room. Ugh, I'm never gonna leaveee this beeeed! Anyway, the Simon Cabaret casts were all....... SO BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY. ALL OF THEM. And it was this time when I was in Phuket that I know the true meaning of "洁白的沙滩" and "清澈见底的海水", not those essay bullshits. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoYsKKBpryQ/Tm26e1RJvVI/AAAAAAAACnk/rINH0wVlNgc/s1600/319582_10150306604168241_546108240_7905382_1609408473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoYsKKBpryQ/Tm26e1RJvVI/AAAAAAAACnk/rINH0wVlNgc/s400/319582_10150306604168241_546108240_7905382_1609408473_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651378146277702994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Soo Ping's 16th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought her some Phuket stuff, with, apparently, the same CR paper bag when I gave her her present when we were form 2. I had two of the exact same paper bag ok? Not that I asked it back from her and then, you know...&lt;br /&gt;We played Heart Attack (or as some people like to call "Snap" or are these two different games IDKIDC we had fun) like crazy and we were very, very, very, VERY noisy! I believe the restaurant received several complaints about us being too freakin unbearably loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIM SOO PING&lt;/span&gt; AKA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XIAO ZA BO&lt;/span&gt;! I love you a lot! Have a hundred thousand million billion trillion^infinity nice days! MUUUUUUUUUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIVfZep376M/TnLGRaf4bpI/AAAAAAAACpE/YeRc9K8oFr4/s1600/297482_10150368108128383_612478382_9877113_155505450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIVfZep376M/TnLGRaf4bpI/AAAAAAAACpE/YeRc9K8oFr4/s400/297482_10150368108128383_612478382_9877113_155505450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652798484776513170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mid Autumn festival and we celebrated. I don't know about them but it's been ages since I've lit a lantern and walk the streets with it. It's so beautiful! Holding a stick of light, it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lumos&lt;/span&gt;. We played at the playground like little kids. It was really fun. See, nothing beats the moments with my cousins, who are all so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zotIGjzsx4A/Tm285husk_I/AAAAAAAACoM/Oq28WU-wVRk/s1600/the_jerk_theory17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zotIGjzsx4A/Tm285husk_I/AAAAAAAACoM/Oq28WU-wVRk/s400/the_jerk_theory17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651380803912635378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Jerk Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've watched this movie on TV for 9371638410247 times and I don't think I would ever get bored with movies like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Physics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"这份东西，你们跟我拿回去，用火烧掉它，放进水里面喝掉它。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3875306382913268227?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3875306382913268227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3875306382913268227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3875306382913268227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3875306382913268227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/telling-me-its-beautiful.html' title='telling me it&apos;s beautiful'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzptsFlMnRI/Tm29XMV8LbI/AAAAAAAACo8/tIBoDT-89TI/s72-c/christina-aguilera-hair-burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3742577214559724189</id><published>2011-09-04T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T07:36:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsday</title><content type='html'>Hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my oh my.. School's reopening tomorrow and all I remember doing the whole week of holiday was tuition and being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I were supposed to go to my aunt's house at Sungai Long yesterday night for dinner but I was really sick and I didn't feel like going anywhere so I stayed at home, sleeping. I slept for the whole day yesterday, really. I slept at 10pm the night before, woke up at 10 something, had breakfast, slept again at 11am. So I missed tuition, and a few missed calls from Lulu. Pray that she don't kill me! Hahaha! Then woke up again at 4pm. So I missed orchestra. Pray that my coach don't kill me! omg.. Then slept again at 5pm, and woke up at 6.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just say this because it is true, "I sleep until very tired aaaahhh..."&lt;br /&gt;Hold your angry mog! This kind of sick-sleep doesn't feel very good after you wake up and still feel sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I watched Spider-Man. And my gosh, I have always liked this movie! Hahaha! Since young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that I went back to sleep until the next morning and I'm still not feeling quite well. Ugh. I'm so sick of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On facebook, my classmates are all fussing and whining about all the unfinished homework. Well thank goodness I'm not the only one. But at least I still got SOME homework done, tho not all. I was really sick okaaay? And tuition really sucked up a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel so doomed because I have a lot of undone homework. What the fuck have I been doing all this while? Shit la, I hate being sick, did nothing but sleep, didn't do anything productive and now I feel guilty. Ugh. Please let us have a lot of relief periods............... I so desperately need them........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i better stop blogging and go to sleep and go to school earlier tomorrow and do my homework and noimightnotwanttogotugasandyoucantmakemeevenifyoudragmethere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The great thing about MJ is, when you look in her eyes and she's  looking back in yours, everything... feels... not quite normal.  Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited  and at the same time, terrified. The truth is... you don't know what you  feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've  reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Peter Parker, Spider-Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3742577214559724189?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3742577214559724189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3742577214559724189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3742577214559724189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3742577214559724189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/09/doomsday.html' title='doomsday'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5604902181679066649</id><published>2011-08-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:22:32.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party rock is in the house tonight</title><content type='html'>Oh hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had four hours of addmaths tuition yesterday and it all went pretty well because two months of two-days-a-week tuition on just chapter 9, I'm finally understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's not the point, the point, is that my relatives from Perak came to KL and has invited me to join them in their quest of awesomeness. So after tuition, they had asked me to go to Mid Valley to meet them. My awesome dad, came home to fetch me there. When I reached, they asked me to wait at The Gardens' entrance. So I did. Not long after, I saw Ching Yee at Starbucks so I went to join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, here's the funny part. We sat for like, a while, then she got a call from Ah Min, saying that they're coming to fetch us. Means, they're leaving MV. So we got on the car, and I asked, "where are we going?" and they replied, "home." (Home as in my yi po's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted my dad, "We're going to yi po's house." and he replied "K." Typical dads, with their "K" reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we reached home, my dad was there. LOOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aDUFZ1SSPc/TlyL0Z8LH0I/AAAAAAAACnc/YUXVnJUqjOE/s1600/DSCN3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aDUFZ1SSPc/TlyL0Z8LH0I/AAAAAAAACnc/YUXVnJUqjOE/s400/DSCN3068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646541765248491330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really on the phone, in a call. But we didn't care, still want to take picture together so she cooperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdkVCgz6QqA/TlyLz_3SZDI/AAAAAAAACnU/hkhQSnK9Nng/s1600/DSCN3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdkVCgz6QqA/TlyLz_3SZDI/AAAAAAAACnU/hkhQSnK9Nng/s400/DSCN3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646541758248674354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ug8PykzLds/TlyLzsT7XMI/AAAAAAAACnM/2HhSYz42MWc/s1600/DSCN3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ug8PykzLds/TlyLzsT7XMI/AAAAAAAACnM/2HhSYz42MWc/s400/DSCN3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646541753000090818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy chick ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, they planned to go to some nightclub. Before that, we went to WeiKen's house for... Actually I don't know why we went there. OH YAH, hafta send the kids home first. My three cute ass nephews :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the starfish in his house is a REAL starfish. But dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmCxrL_8Ou8/TlyKc37d31I/AAAAAAAACnE/C8iSwZsfTT8/s1600/DSCN3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmCxrL_8Ou8/TlyKc37d31I/AAAAAAAACnE/C8iSwZsfTT8/s400/DSCN3144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646540261470101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we wait. Nyaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The club, was wicked. That's really all I can say about it here. I don't really feel right to describe it so much about it on the Internet. Paranoid XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t_sA__xnMI/TlyKcVBUQ7I/AAAAAAAACm8/VIGwbeSJV4U/s1600/DSCN3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t_sA__xnMI/TlyKcVBUQ7I/AAAAAAAACm8/VIGwbeSJV4U/s400/DSCN3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646540252099396530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for the not-very-good-quality as I was just using a digital camera to capture this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AUMfnAH7Rs/TlyJep9huNI/AAAAAAAACm0/1X0p1pABCJM/s1600/DSCN3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AUMfnAH7Rs/TlyJep9huNI/AAAAAAAACm0/1X0p1pABCJM/s400/DSCN3193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646539192568756434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we also saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQY9ZFS-ZPQ/TlyJeI4PKFI/AAAAAAAACms/ABC7YDvlH_0/s1600/DSCN3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQY9ZFS-ZPQ/TlyJeI4PKFI/AAAAAAAACms/ABC7YDvlH_0/s400/DSCN3204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646539183688198226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got pretty high and a bit drunk and kept taking crazy pictures. But I'm really lazy, so I only uploaded a few here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWRCJYUZ_to/TlyJdsdhFbI/AAAAAAAACmk/9u9KmgeMktA/s1600/DSCN3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWRCJYUZ_to/TlyJdsdhFbI/AAAAAAAACmk/9u9KmgeMktA/s400/DSCN3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646539176059934130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mustache up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVVhafUXZEk/TlyIMwfviCI/AAAAAAAACmc/PRqs9wIZ2U4/s1600/DSCN3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVVhafUXZEk/TlyIMwfviCI/AAAAAAAACmc/PRqs9wIZ2U4/s400/DSCN3255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646537785573607458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is kinda funny, because they like.. Ran to the uncles and aunts and like, "Take picture take picture!" and they just ignored them and continued talking, but then they posed anyway. So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vta_sRclDmo/TlyIMKsHtjI/AAAAAAAACmU/T1KGyIHUIKo/s1600/DSCN3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vta_sRclDmo/TlyIMKsHtjI/AAAAAAAACmU/T1KGyIHUIKo/s400/DSCN3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646537775424976434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling Xiang kept spiking people's drinks! I laughed like heck XD No wonder we were all so drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang until about 4am. Then suddenly they were all dancing around in the room to the songs with the ear blasting volume. So we left only at 5am. Imagine that. A bunch of uncles and aunts brought us to a nightclub and we partied till 5am. My dad was there! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I have a preee-eetty craa-aa-zeh family. Which I so totally love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5604902181679066649?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5604902181679066649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5604902181679066649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5604902181679066649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5604902181679066649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/party-rock-is-in-house-tonight.html' title='party rock is in the house tonight'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aDUFZ1SSPc/TlyL0Z8LH0I/AAAAAAAACnc/YUXVnJUqjOE/s72-c/DSCN3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7955633562181299870</id><published>2011-08-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:25:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last airbender</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok. I know this may sound really cliche, but I just have to have this on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the Last Airbender on TV, and I very much liked it. I don't find it as bad or horrible or terrible or vegetable as other people say. I like all the moments when people have the "OMGGGG...." expressions on them. Because.. THAT IS WHAT I WAS LIKE WHEN I WATCHED THE CARTOON VERSION OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about the movie: It summarized it pretty much, of course. Like how Aang was supposed to be like, very good at water bending and Katara will be like, "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" instead of Aang being bad at it. And and and! Princess Yue was supposed to be engaged to some other dude, not love at first sight with Sokka. AND, the dude who coached Aang water bending at the Northern Water Tribe was NOT supposed to coach Katara as well, and they're supposed to have this intense duel. AND THEN, that dude was supposed to see Katara's necklace thing and bring up the past that he was in love and was supposed to be married with her grandmother.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND SOKKA IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO SERIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do find the bending bending part very cool. And I think I like this movie because of the people they cast. Man, they are mostly damn good looking. THEY JUST.. THEY HAVE TO USE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEV PATEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't they? Seriously, everytime the movie stops and shows Prince Zuko's forever angry face, I just feel so turned on. (XD) No no, I'm just kidding. But he's seriously damn handsome. Zuko is a sad kid. Even in the cartoon version, he's just a sad kid. With an evil sister. LOL. OH. THE UNCLE. Iroh, he is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncle&lt;/span&gt;! With the peace, and the rest, and the pretty girls, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEA&lt;/span&gt;. THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2wALACIly0/TlpXqlWLfMI/AAAAAAAACmM/tBlizLOtzVg/s1600/the-last-airbender-movie-still-k-northern-water-tribe-city-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2wALACIly0/TlpXqlWLfMI/AAAAAAAACmM/tBlizLOtzVg/s400/the-last-airbender-movie-still-k-northern-water-tribe-city-161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645921471953599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iroh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I have weird taste on men, like how I find elder men like Bruce Willis and George Clooney extremely handsome, I find him really handsome too! ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jySk7zwHdVQ/TlpXqWsctiI/AAAAAAAACmE/Ebbxb3tUPME/s1600/Uncle-Iroh-in-The-Last-Airbender_gallery_primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jySk7zwHdVQ/TlpXqWsctiI/AAAAAAAACmE/Ebbxb3tUPME/s400/Uncle-Iroh-in-The-Last-Airbender_gallery_primary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645921468020471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This. This is one of the moments when people were like "OMGGGGG..." because he made fire out of nothing. HE MADE FIRE. And the other fire nation dudes were like, "HE MADE FIRE OUT OF NOTHING!" and ran away. Even that Captain Zhao was had a kind of "SHIT OMGOMGOMGOMG" look.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0VJTGJdUqQ/TlpXqG7FfsI/AAAAAAAACl8/JUWbra1jsIQ/s1600/Princess%2BYue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0VJTGJdUqQ/TlpXqG7FfsI/AAAAAAAACl8/JUWbra1jsIQ/s400/Princess%2BYue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645921463786897090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Yue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE, IS REALLY PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr8sAV1AiCA/TlpXpgCFBHI/AAAAAAAACl0/pWySriyu4OY/s1600/dev-patel-the-last-airbender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr8sAV1AiCA/TlpXpgCFBHI/AAAAAAAACl0/pWySriyu4OY/s400/dev-patel-the-last-airbender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645921453347243122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*GASP* OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Slumdog Millionaire and fell in love with him, I watched The Last Airbender and fell in love with him all over again. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So overall, I conclude that I like this movie, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I'm looking forward for the second part. YES THERE WILL BE A SECOND PART I AM SURE OF IT. BECAUSE THEY CAN'T LET THE CARTOON DOWN! But still, the cartoon version is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better. But this is good. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T JUDGE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I'm damned if I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-George Boleyn; The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7955633562181299870?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7955633562181299870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7955633562181299870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7955633562181299870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7955633562181299870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-airbender.html' title='the last airbender'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2wALACIly0/TlpXqlWLfMI/AAAAAAAACmM/tBlizLOtzVg/s72-c/the-last-airbender-movie-still-k-northern-water-tribe-city-161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6733084744491355599</id><published>2011-08-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T02:18:15.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while I wait for the video,</title><content type='html'>Hi. I would just like to make one thing clear: When people tell you stuff and you find it awesome  or true or whatsoever, it doesn't mean that you can set it as your fucking facebook status or tweet it or whatever and in a way making it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. It's just as bad as stealing, even worse. And if anyone does it to me, it means that they have crossed my line. And no good ever comes to people who crosses other people's lines. Just thought I'd make things clear before it happens again. Though this is not the first time, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with the Harry Potter series. I admit, I didn't have such passion for it before this year, and after rereading the books and watching the movies and all the catching up, I can't help having this thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ALL THOSE WASTED YEARS."&lt;/span&gt; Really. It's simply splendid! It brings you away from all this reality shit, to a wonderful, magical place. As people on the internet says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Words cannot describe how much I wished Hogwarts was real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Glee. How long more till season 3?! I am so re-watching which ever episodes of season 1 or 2 that my cousin or I have. She's coming to KL in November so that'll be the time when there'll be very little sleep. I know it's bad for our health and all, but, teenagers.. Ya know? And we only meet like.. Once a year. So, it's pretty worth it, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UakfqdbHMk/TlNj2UOozQI/AAAAAAAAClk/HwEB-UNNhj4/s1600/S2e1_%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UakfqdbHMk/TlNj2UOozQI/AAAAAAAAClk/HwEB-UNNhj4/s400/S2e1_%25286%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643964542819552514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRE9Cah-UM8/TlNj10oZQBI/AAAAAAAAClc/C60SGhyWUP4/s1600/tumblr_llrw796SMC1qcrnazo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRE9Cah-UM8/TlNj10oZQBI/AAAAAAAAClc/C60SGhyWUP4/s400/tumblr_llrw796SMC1qcrnazo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643964534337650706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like how Quinn and Santana can have like, a major MAJOR bitch fight, and then still be there for each other when they're in their times of need. It's just.. Really nice. People can also really relate to Glee. Like, really, really relate to it. Good friends, right? They fight and stuff like that, even though over some really stupid matter, but in the end, they will always be there for each other, loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FMNwvHqw4M/TlNj1mpxaOI/AAAAAAAAClU/AMkj0ntEMGs/s1600/Still-of-Mila-Kunis-in-Friends-with-Benefits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FMNwvHqw4M/TlNj1mpxaOI/AAAAAAAAClU/AMkj0ntEMGs/s400/Still-of-Mila-Kunis-in-Friends-with-Benefits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643964530585331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I end this post, I would just like to say that I find Mila Kunis very beautiful when she smiles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aahh, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6733084744491355599?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6733084744491355599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6733084744491355599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6733084744491355599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6733084744491355599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/while-i-wait-for-video.html' title='while I wait for the video,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UakfqdbHMk/TlNj2UOozQI/AAAAAAAAClk/HwEB-UNNhj4/s72-c/S2e1_%25286%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6180935060473598299</id><published>2011-08-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:04:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the coach.</title><content type='html'>It hadn't been long since you took over. But I think I like your classes more. You teach, like, rally teach. You said you wouldn't "waste" time teaching me what the others already know, but then today, you still did, with total patience and with such kind tone. When I couldn't do it, you didn't grow mad, you just said, "不用紧，再来一次..."&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got it right, you said, "对了! 就是这样!" as though you were going to jump off your seat and fly up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when you said, "教她啊，我相信你的啊.." Hearing the way you say it to me, you didn't just say it because it would be something to say at that moment, you said it like you mean it. It was then when I thought, how can anyone have so much faith in someone they just met? And you're a teacher! You're letting me, a student, teach another student, without even hearing me play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea how to describe my gratitude for you. Of course  there were people who were nice to me, but when you say those words, I  can actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; it in my heart of hearts. Especially when you said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"我对你是很有信心的，所以你也要对你自己很有信心." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these kind of teachers that I wouldn't want to let down. It's these kind of teachers that I completely respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fine coach. I really do hope that you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6180935060473598299?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6180935060473598299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6180935060473598299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6180935060473598299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6180935060473598299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/coach.html' title='the coach.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4111756319861845597</id><published>2011-08-18T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T04:50:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked childhood</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've selected to participate in this Chinese Poem Resiting competition, which is happening tomorrow. I have never took part in poem resiting competitions EVER, in my 16 years and a few months of life. NEVER. We started practicing only on Tuesday. ONCE. And a few times today. AND, the competition's tomorrow. Whao. See, I so admire us teenagers. Though we procrastinate, we still get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class, we had time to practice, but Woi Chen was absent. So we had Forest to read her lines. Then after seeing her do it, people came flooding wanting to "play". And mind you, they were GOOD! Haha! Kok Bond and Zen Wai were good, while The Moon............. We just laughed hearing him. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother said, "I don't really get 诗歌朗诵, it's just like, saying everything very dramatically." I couldn't agree more. But it's undeniably fun XD So if you really like drama, join the competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small test in school. My test results, sucks. Like, really. Except maybe some, but some, omg. Like, what the heck are you doing, girl?! I can't even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a few Kingsley and Jenna Marbles videos. Oh my gosh. Is it possible to LAUGH to death? Because I literally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; cannot&lt;/span&gt; stop laughing after watching their videos. The laugh lasted for a few days. They, are BEYOND awesome. Just.. WAY beyond it. I can't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really annoying this days. No, not annoyed. Annoying, yes. Because I keep complaining about absolutely everything I can, and I use a looot, of cuss word. I even annoy the heck out of myself (see, I avoided using f***, just, used it too freakin much). I just don't understand how people stand me. ACTUALLY, I can't understand how people stand people! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just want to stay home all day, reading Harry Potter, or some other books. But mostly Harry Potter. It's so awesome! Currently working on Order of the Phoenix, still. Finishing, actually. Fred and George are so totally... TWO THUMBS UP! I can't believe Fred is going to die. Ahh! Tom Felton is such a sweetheart, but Draco Malfoy is pretty much an ass! XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, I sleep a lot these days, and I'm still very tired. Fuck addmaths. Why is it always addmaths when we have homework? This-is-so-ANNOYING! I want to finish my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then this is teenage life I guess. Procrastinate, homework, drama. Haha! Still hanging on! We'll always have holidays to look forward to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HByw5mitDQQ/Tkz8JPIfAfI/AAAAAAAAClM/hdIbCjxPME0/s1600/1293128711-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HByw5mitDQQ/Tkz8JPIfAfI/AAAAAAAAClM/hdIbCjxPME0/s400/1293128711-50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642161668799529458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I end this post, I'll just leave this gorgeous picture of this gorgeous dude heeerreeee, so I can drool everytime I come to my own blog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4111756319861845597?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4111756319861845597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4111756319861845597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4111756319861845597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4111756319861845597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/wicked-childhood.html' title='wicked childhood'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HByw5mitDQQ/Tkz8JPIfAfI/AAAAAAAAClM/hdIbCjxPME0/s72-c/1293128711-50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8044721829312996863</id><published>2011-08-06T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:03:57.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so ordinary after all.</title><content type='html'>OK, so my blog has been pretty dead because I have absolutely no idea what is there to be told. But then again, there's actually a lot to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty obsessed with Harry Potter recently. It's so cool! Though some may think it's a kid's story or whatever, it's still awesome to me and other more crazy and loyal Potterheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just the other day I went watching The Deathly Hallows Part 2. Mind you, I didn't even watch Part 1 before watching Part 2. My bro said,"It'll be like watching Star Wars (Not that I watched), we watch it backwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIV94UuDIIU/Tjz64T5AlyI/AAAAAAAACk8/rkHLbiwSqPM/s1600/kinopoisk-ru-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows_3a-part-ii-10283262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIV94UuDIIU/Tjz64T5AlyI/AAAAAAAACk8/rkHLbiwSqPM/s400/kinopoisk-ru-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows_3a-part-ii-10283262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656678880024354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in the cinema, my bro and I kept making lame jokes about every scene of it. Mainly because of all the funny funny funny GIFs I saw on Tumblr. Spoilers, they are, though. To be honest I'm pretty disappointed by the movie. There wasn't really any fighting, just a LOT, of running around. But maybe it's because I didn't watch part 1 before it. But seeing Fred and Remus dead really makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and the movie night just so happened to be on the same day our pengawas jamuan's being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPah4UZPUlE/Tjz5RmKkZ_I/AAAAAAAACkE/qRM85Cok1-E/s1600/229638_2299512166189_1200690569_2792560_2383827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPah4UZPUlE/Tjz5RmKkZ_I/AAAAAAAACkE/qRM85Cok1-E/s400/229638_2299512166189_1200690569_2792560_2383827_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654914258986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpPspjxLXko/Tjz5RdFbmEI/AAAAAAAACj8/Y_wAAyx0q38/s1600/251430_2299503085962_1200690569_2792537_100163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QpPspjxLXko/Tjz5RdFbmEI/AAAAAAAACj8/Y_wAAyx0q38/s400/251430_2299503085962_1200690569_2792537_100163_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654911821518914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ8AvQBQzY8/Tjz5RbCfbSI/AAAAAAAACj0/g8sL0-Wu5sA/s1600/284010_2299503805980_1200690569_2792540_7785333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ8AvQBQzY8/Tjz5RbCfbSI/AAAAAAAACj0/g8sL0-Wu5sA/s400/284010_2299503805980_1200690569_2792540_7785333_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654911272316194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The farewell party was pretty good. Despite it was a total BAD SHOE DAY for us. Long story short, Shelley, Mandy and myself all got our shoes... Pretty much dead. Mine's still good, at least I can still walk in them, Shelley had to walk around Mid Valley BAREFOOTED while we went cheap shoe hunting. And OH MAN this girl buy shoe damn picky. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before the movie and the party, we dissected a rat during Biology in school. Each group got a rat. I was pretty excited because I was about to do it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDU7aB1stUI/Tjz5RKI54JI/AAAAAAAACjs/0bEnLnvUYkU/s1600/225780_2295649389622_1200690569_2787681_6045357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDU7aB1stUI/Tjz5RKI54JI/AAAAAAAACjs/0bEnLnvUYkU/s400/225780_2295649389622_1200690569_2787681_6045357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654906735812754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel pretty DOKTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fI6cFKhs6mo/Tjz5RF-W0GI/AAAAAAAACjk/5RaHICNkKaE/s1600/229648_2295652069689_1200690569_2787692_1392383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fI6cFKhs6mo/Tjz5RF-W0GI/AAAAAAAACjk/5RaHICNkKaE/s400/229648_2295652069689_1200690569_2787692_1392383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637654905617829986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeaa... I'M SORRY, RAT! It was nothing personal! I didn't hate you or anything! I'm sorrryyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was only yesterday my mum rented The Deathly Hallows Part 2. It was nice! Haha! And then linking it together with Part 2, my life seemed to make more sense then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSsBhEkxvUc/Tjz64Ia1kEI/AAAAAAAACk0/QEWi_X_idYo/s1600/13846610_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSsBhEkxvUc/Tjz64Ia1kEI/AAAAAAAACk0/QEWi_X_idYo/s400/13846610_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656675800682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fleur Delacour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was pretty surprised when I see her with Bill. I was like, "FLEUR!" Ok, I didn't really watch or read The Half Blood Prince, so it might've been mentioned there, but I don't know. I'm reading The Order of The Phoenix currently. Just finished Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire like, last week or so. Reading the fifth book now, I just can't help thinking, "Really, Ministry of Magic? Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ABOsPIRoAco/Tjz6pSbpH7I/AAAAAAAACks/YMU3ekwI-Os/s1600/deathly-hallows-daniel-radcliffe-evanna-lynch-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ABOsPIRoAco/Tjz6pSbpH7I/AAAAAAAACks/YMU3ekwI-Os/s400/deathly-hallows-daniel-radcliffe-evanna-lynch-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656420790378418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luna Lovegood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another splendid character. She's so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;. Way to not give a damn about what other people think about you! :D&lt;br /&gt;In the movie she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come on, Father. Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now, he's just too polite to say it." &lt;/span&gt;And drags her dad away, while Harry looked back at her with a grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcVVqUS2fvo/Tjz6o1JexGI/AAAAAAAACkk/w0KE8erQflg/s1600/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-1-screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcVVqUS2fvo/Tjz6o1JexGI/AAAAAAAACkk/w0KE8erQflg/s400/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-1-screenshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656412929573986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_t9sH_csyE/Tjz6ouG-zmI/AAAAAAAACkc/WrMvnm2L5AU/s1600/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-Draco-480x720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_t9sH_csyE/Tjz6ouG-zmI/AAAAAAAACkc/WrMvnm2L5AU/s400/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-Draco-480x720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656411040042594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Draco Malfoy {!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsFwI6q7_qc/Tjz6oszl1lI/AAAAAAAACkU/mPvT1WPZIXg/s1600/slytherin-tie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsFwI6q7_qc/Tjz6oszl1lI/AAAAAAAACkU/mPvT1WPZIXg/s400/slytherin-tie-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656410690278994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a test from Tumblr on which house we belong to, and the result was Slytherin. I can't help thinking, HOW TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I've rediscovered Pet Society. A very random facebook game. I know it's, like my bro said, "a gigantic waste of time", but, where else can you do shopping like mad? I can't possibly do it in real life, buying furniture and unnecessary stuff. So I'm doing it here. It's just like fantasizing. Only weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0JSKsumkJgM/Tjz6oY1o84I/AAAAAAAACkM/5YD2S6Ckcxc/s1600/pets.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0JSKsumkJgM/Tjz6oY1o84I/AAAAAAAACkM/5YD2S6Ckcxc/s400/pets.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637656405330162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And look! Apparently, they've themed Harry Potter! They have, of course, the outfits like these. There are also Dumbledore's, Voldermort's, Draco's, Harry's... The robes of all fall houses of Hogwarts, THEY EVEN SELL THE BASIN TO THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS AND MOANING MYRTLE! OH MAI GAAAAAAAAD. Not just that, when I visit the MAYOR's house, they also have Buckbeak and Nagini. BUT TOO FREAKIN BAD, IT'S LIKE ALL HOGWARTS STUFF NEED TO BE BOUGHT WITH REAL MONEY. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;brightest side of todaayyy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G084w3lsFk/Tj1iIoZz9LI/AAAAAAAAClE/F3hI_zOtVqM/s1600/MAGICAL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7G084w3lsFk/Tj1iIoZz9LI/AAAAAAAAClE/F3hI_zOtVqM/s400/MAGICAL.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637770208961885362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I GOT INTUH POTTERMORE! I AM MAGICAL AAAAAAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! Okay okay. I'm pretty tired now. My bed awaits me! Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, you're awesome for reading this, I'm giving you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG FAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; for giving a damn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&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/2961889480784650907-8044721829312996863?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8044721829312996863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8044721829312996863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8044721829312996863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8044721829312996863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-so-ordinary-after-all.html' title='not so ordinary after all.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIV94UuDIIU/Tjz64T5AlyI/AAAAAAAACk8/rkHLbiwSqPM/s72-c/kinopoisk-ru-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows_3a-part-ii-10283262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3550134376189620611</id><published>2011-07-28T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:45:47.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a July,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZff28bvLcA/TjFV7XWvXQI/AAAAAAAACh0/gNDH26rGH6o/s1600/268659_239359736087038_100000390408769_758099_3252161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZff28bvLcA/TjFV7XWvXQI/AAAAAAAACh0/gNDH26rGH6o/s400/268659_239359736087038_100000390408769_758099_3252161_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634379087187238146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was doing addmaths and I ran out of paper. DON'T JUDGE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuition is just caraaaaaaaaaaazeh. Kids and their cold jokes. Yes, I'm calling them kids because I'm the oldest student there. YES I AM THE OLDEST. At least, in my group. And they're not exactly kids anyway, just.. Younger than me. Youngest is form 1, who I had mistaken is in form 2. Ooops. They not bad, every day must tell hamsap jokes one. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right, yesterday was Hari Koperasi. I was damn busy running around with kettles of boiled water. And I kept spilling them when I made my way from Bilik Guru to Dewan. And because I was alone when the water spilled on me, I stood there swearing, alone. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by carrying kettles of water, I was sweating like a freakin pig. Seriously, never thought it would attract so many people to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard people saying while I was busy carrying the water and pouring it for them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"哇，热死她咯..."&lt;br /&gt;"HAR?! 这样快没有了啊？刚到罢了 wo.. "&lt;br /&gt;"Eih, Wei Shan wo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not once I had the time to raise my head and see who was talking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events like this, I had never been so busy, maybe because I always ditch. And this time I had pretty big responsibility, so, had to be there. Bo bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school, we're having this aerobic session in the morning. Led by athletes. As usual, not much people followed. We were all supposed to follow and do the warm ups of course, but some, cannot see la, don't want to do la, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, my classmates keep bringing cameras to school recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwXIb01auWQ/TjFV7i51SuI/AAAAAAAACh8/3ecx8iTYjCE/s1600/284386_2293122246445_1200690569_2784614_1659022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwXIb01auWQ/TjFV7i51SuI/AAAAAAAACh8/3ecx8iTYjCE/s400/284386_2293122246445_1200690569_2784614_1659022_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634379090287217378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Die hard Harry Potter fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why we suddenly decided to re-read the books. I finished Prisoner of Azkaban days ago, (I started with the third one because I still remember the first two's story because they were on TV) and now reading Goblet of Fire. And Shelley started reading Chamber of Secrets since who knows when, but then got distracted by Fallen, or was it Torment. But look at us now! Everyday we're Harry Pottering. EXPELLIARMUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we had four periods of relief so we double recessed, and just randomly walked around the school taking photos with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oMzeIXg-U0/TjFVmLfpcKI/AAAAAAAAChs/XSf0R5LVpgA/s1600/281495_2293119246370_1200690569_2784601_8264798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oMzeIXg-U0/TjFVmLfpcKI/AAAAAAAAChs/XSf0R5LVpgA/s400/281495_2293119246370_1200690569_2784601_8264798_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378723226120354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Shelley said, the SUs. Except her awesome self. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LG0hOacw0c/TjFU82j6FvI/AAAAAAAAChM/MAAkXvEZcH8/s1600/251589_2293119006364_1200690569_2784600_6355799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LG0hOacw0c/TjFU82j6FvI/AAAAAAAAChM/MAAkXvEZcH8/s400/251589_2293119006364_1200690569_2784600_6355799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378013232207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini seorang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;傻婆&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, school was supposed to end at 2:30pm for us today. But because we had four periods of relief, Jia Shin went negotiating with I-forgot-who, and we had our last period, which was Sejarah during the 6th or 7th period, and so we get to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during Sejarah, we went out for a walk. LOL. Then went helping teacher do some simple stuff. Then after that still don't wanna go back to class, went to 4A8 to find Soo Ping :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEtt6h5-S2g/TjFU8ji1VOI/AAAAAAAAChE/Nb_7eipC9uo/s1600/281506_10150234585350904_525490903_7637936_3890861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEtt6h5-S2g/TjFU8ji1VOI/AAAAAAAAChE/Nb_7eipC9uo/s400/281506_10150234585350904_525490903_7637936_3890861_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378008127427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxu0_j4ffpk/TjFU8niuw1I/AAAAAAAACg8/fiC4S-YGnHc/s1600/223104_10150234585280904_525490903_7637935_4781281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxu0_j4ffpk/TjFU8niuw1I/AAAAAAAACg8/fiC4S-YGnHc/s400/223104_10150234585280904_525490903_7637935_4781281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378009200739154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c61Lsgu1Y5E/TjFVRLO0coI/AAAAAAAAChk/83GxVWgsL_I/s1600/185503_10150234585385904_525490903_7637937_1075743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c61Lsgu1Y5E/TjFVRLO0coI/AAAAAAAAChk/83GxVWgsL_I/s400/185503_10150234585385904_525490903_7637937_1075743_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378362378285698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx0ZKshPuHs/TjFU9A8XZyI/AAAAAAAAChc/mClQRCH3_r0/s1600/285323_10150234585450904_525490903_7637939_4187221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx0ZKshPuHs/TjFU9A8XZyI/AAAAAAAAChc/mClQRCH3_r0/s400/285323_10150234585450904_525490903_7637939_4187221_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378016019146530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liddat la. Jing Hui commented on one of the photos we took as, "很像蛋糕.." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dissecting a rat tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3550134376189620611?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3550134376189620611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3550134376189620611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3550134376189620611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3550134376189620611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-upon-july.html' title='Once upon a July,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZff28bvLcA/TjFV7XWvXQI/AAAAAAAACh0/gNDH26rGH6o/s72-c/268659_239359736087038_100000390408769_758099_3252161_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-767167189734991986</id><published>2011-07-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T06:56:14.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warriorz!</title><content type='html'>So, we went supporting Warriorz at the Sikygirl Cheerleading competition today. The competition was supposed to start at 9am. But we were told to go as early as 730am to save seats. We thought we were early, when we reached, IT WAS ALL FULL. So we had to go upstairs but when we went upstairs some guard came and said no one was supposed to be there and asked us to leave. After we left, we saw there were still people up there, hanging banners and stuff. Then they say can use upstairs already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was settled, but the next problem was, everyone went late. Damn it man. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside to greet the Warriorz supporters. You know, so that they'll know we're upstairs. We damn sad one lo. So few people standing there, holding a banner, while other schools came by bus, some even buses! Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xedEZsYHFOw/TiwgBZeETlI/AAAAAAAACg0/6F3TKOnzOJQ/s1600/283105_1857911723689_1117757167_31543347_85077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xedEZsYHFOw/TiwgBZeETlI/AAAAAAAACg0/6F3TKOnzOJQ/s400/283105_1857911723689_1117757167_31543347_85077_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632912442322603602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbWlusJNoN4/TiwgBKkT0rI/AAAAAAAACgs/yXW1NT6kOFI/s1600/283402_1857913923744_1117757167_31543354_2367078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbWlusJNoN4/TiwgBKkT0rI/AAAAAAAACgs/yXW1NT6kOFI/s400/283402_1857913923744_1117757167_31543354_2367078_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632912438322254514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WARRIORZ, we're number 1, the fight has just begun! (W)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The competition was superb. The cheers and shouts from the supporters can break one's eardrums like seriously. Every team was great to watch. Like, HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT WITH YOUR BODY? IT'S NOT POSSIBLE! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixqog1qjsO8/TiwgA0a-wUI/AAAAAAAACgk/Jttmoaha-Cg/s1600/281649_1857919003871_1117757167_31543362_824637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixqog1qjsO8/TiwgA0a-wUI/AAAAAAAACgk/Jttmoaha-Cg/s400/281649_1857919003871_1117757167_31543362_824637_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632912432377545026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there more to tell... Oh, Sri KL was so cool. Cyrens' shoutout is really nice. Haha. (So it Warriorz' la of course.) It was a cheerleading competition, but there were moments when it turned into a concert. Like when a team used Friday. Everyone was like, "IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!" Wah. Damn fun damn cool damn awesome. I really like it when the teams use songs where we can SHOUT along. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouted RED BLACK WHITE until very tired. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm performed. They were amazing. No doubt the best team in Malaysia. Hahaha. Just when we thought we've seen the best of the day, the host announced, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Want to see a performance by the judges?"&lt;/span&gt; AND THE CROWD WENT BEYOND WILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Cyrens won the champion and Rayvens won second place. Sri KL. Rock on dudes and dudettes. I even spotted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME GUSTA&lt;/span&gt; face on their banner. Wicked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Warriorz, still hot and sexy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, I'm actually pretty tired now. School tomorrow. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-767167189734991986?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/767167189734991986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=767167189734991986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/767167189734991986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/767167189734991986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/warriorz.html' title='Warriorz!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xedEZsYHFOw/TiwgBZeETlI/AAAAAAAACg0/6F3TKOnzOJQ/s72-c/283105_1857911723689_1117757167_31543347_85077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6783487266964462342</id><published>2011-07-21T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:47:11.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 4A10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpB-B7QMqPw/TigK3NZS4gI/AAAAAAAACgc/Vq58VkH1vDM/s1600/285019_2026912763687_1570081639_31846748_44889_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpB-B7QMqPw/TigK3NZS4gI/AAAAAAAACgc/Vq58VkH1vDM/s400/285019_2026912763687_1570081639_31846748_44889_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631763277631644162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4A-&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hot &amp;amp; sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talkative&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;playful&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's turning 27! Haha! Though it's just the first year she's teaching us, but she's goooooood. So humorous, so 玩得起. She teaches good too, mind you. So yea, she's turning 27 this Saturday and Ah Si and the rest suggested we take a photo together to be included in a card they're planning to make her. Buying her some baby stuff too! OK that sounded pretty weird k i don't care. Don't even know why am I typing so much in this paragraph just want to make it longer dk why hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice made me a pretty card today. Nyaha. Adorable her and her adorable cards. I remember I was rather emo once and she made me a card too :) And on my birthday 2008, she made me LOVES. So aaawwwwwwwwww. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mao's Last Dancer&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. It's a good book. It's great actually. Very inspiring. I kept picturing him dancing according to his descriptions. It's beautiful and breathtaking. Magnificent. Grande jettes, tour en l'airs, penches, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TEN PIROUETTES&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hahahaha. Many many many MANY more. All of that just makes me miss ballet more. And increases my love for ballet. Even though I quit like.. Almost a year or so. Dumbest thing I ever did. Should've listened to her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;姜是老的好&lt;/span&gt;. They're not just saying that, it's freakin true! Sigh. Too late now. But seriously man, like my twin sister said after I told her, "THIS AUTHOR, he can do ten pirouettes at the age of 16!" and she was like, "WAH! I 16 years old, double also cannot do properly ah!" TRUE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've started reading my new book. Beastly by Alex Flinn. I watched the movie first before reading it. So when I read it I keep imagining the gorgeous Alex Pettyfer in action. Hahaha! And how Neil Patrick Harris is so damn funny. Chi Hoe and Man Long both asked, "eih, why read Beastly one? Not watch already meh?" Same answer to both, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The book is always better one ma."&lt;/span&gt; Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg kick some addmaths ass now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Beastly; Alex Flinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6783487266964462342?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6783487266964462342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6783487266964462342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6783487266964462342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6783487266964462342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-4a10.html' title='my 4A10'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpB-B7QMqPw/TigK3NZS4gI/AAAAAAAACgc/Vq58VkH1vDM/s72-c/285019_2026912763687_1570081639_31846748_44889_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-87094474295796016</id><published>2011-07-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:15:01.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if we never said goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I went back to my old school today. Alone. It's okay to be alone actually. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want whenever I want to, go see what ever I want to see. Yea. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cruised around the school. It felt so good to be back you know? Immediately the song "As if we never said goodbye" popped into my brain. It kinda suits the situation. Keep remembering what we did here, what we said there, what happened here. Hahaha. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHJzs_5X16I/Thf6sfZQtxI/AAAAAAAACgU/-YqUppB9e9M/s1600/DSCN2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHJzs_5X16I/Thf6sfZQtxI/AAAAAAAACgU/-YqUppB9e9M/s400/DSCN2846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627241901671364370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a farm now :)&lt;br /&gt;I saw kids watering the plants there. SO ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to water the plants. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzF_hxflKEI/Thf6sDUIKAI/AAAAAAAACgM/wak1PhTWBlo/s1600/DSCN2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzF_hxflKEI/Thf6sDUIKAI/AAAAAAAACgM/wak1PhTWBlo/s400/DSCN2847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627241894133639170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I proceeded here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;星光大道&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why they call it that. But then it kinda suits this road. It feels great standing there. Hahaha. When standing there, this line came to my head, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I knew the pathway like the back of my hand."&lt;/span&gt;, from the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somewhere only we know&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why la, I felt so good just being there. I'm just a visitor there now. This place brings back a lot of memories. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went upstairs. Not caring if I should be there or not. The office didn't change. Still as messy as always. Piles and piles and piles and piles of books on every teacher's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another floor up, and I reached this place, one of my favourite places in school too. That time, this is my favourite place because of the air-cond. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOP0IlvEis/Thf3QD4ywJI/AAAAAAAACfc/RwEjfwXCeWI/s1600/DSCN2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOP0IlvEis/Thf3QD4ywJI/AAAAAAAACfc/RwEjfwXCeWI/s400/DSCN2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627238114716205202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't open. Oh duh, it's a sports day. Then I went back down again. Wander around, checking everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IHWBB3gCRg/Thf5vrHAH_I/AAAAAAAACgE/5yhc6jXpRbY/s1600/DSCN2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IHWBB3gCRg/Thf5vrHAH_I/AAAAAAAACgE/5yhc6jXpRbY/s400/DSCN2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627240856843984882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5S6s93XiNo/Thf5vTKp8sI/AAAAAAAACf8/vKNG1LHJ5LE/s1600/DSCN2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5S6s93XiNo/Thf5vTKp8sI/AAAAAAAACf8/vKNG1LHJ5LE/s400/DSCN2850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627240850416857794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys are still here! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gpMVjMEvGY/Thf4c30kZZI/AAAAAAAACf0/LoqUzJqeoqk/s1600/DSCN2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gpMVjMEvGY/Thf4c30kZZI/AAAAAAAACf0/LoqUzJqeoqk/s400/DSCN2851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627239434327188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this place when there's not much people.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because we're always here to rehearse dancing.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels as though, this place belongs to US. Not used for assemblies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Wkrl4p2o8/Thf4cjmWI7I/AAAAAAAACfs/041QUCkCAYI/s1600/DSCN2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Wkrl4p2o8/Thf4cjmWI7I/AAAAAAAACfs/041QUCkCAYI/s400/DSCN2853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627239428898825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went up to the stage. I used to be there all the time. Always dancing. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And I found the black coffin-like things we danced on still there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and they have finally changed the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C50X5PHCAYM/Thf3Qfn84lI/AAAAAAAACfk/qXdpM8c1jI4/s1600/DSCN2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C50X5PHCAYM/Thf3Qfn84lI/AAAAAAAACfk/qXdpM8c1jI4/s400/DSCN2854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627238122161758802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from on the stage. Such a nice place to sit. Tho it was dark. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I wanted to go to the backstage, but it was really dark. I couldn't even see the stairs. It was pretty scary, so I changed my mind. XD Being backstage felt so cool last time. Being involved in a performance was one of the best feelings back when we were young. It should still be tho. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I went back out to the field. I saw the athletes running. They're so much shorter compared to our year! Shrunk! And being in Sentosa now, the school dominated by great athletes, seeing them run or train in school, and then go back to Yoke Nam and see little kids running in a small field, feel so, "aww." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFTU8wgV5GQ/Thf2Q_wH5iI/AAAAAAAACfU/9LjA2gEOi4w/s1600/DSCN2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFTU8wgV5GQ/Thf2Q_wH5iI/AAAAAAAACfU/9LjA2gEOi4w/s400/DSCN2856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627237031274341922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;Red House is still leading. Just as how we left it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcEgEgXM1ec/Thf2QgHR4ZI/AAAAAAAACfM/2_drpc0jyBY/s1600/DSCN2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcEgEgXM1ec/Thf2QgHR4ZI/AAAAAAAACfM/2_drpc0jyBY/s400/DSCN2857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627237022781530514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place, is damn windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygOghr44nFQ/Thf2QbeMbJI/AAAAAAAACfE/RkGvXFmaK1Q/s1600/DSCN2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygOghr44nFQ/Thf2QbeMbJI/AAAAAAAACfE/RkGvXFmaK1Q/s400/DSCN2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627237021535464594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I saw Zhi Xuan there! Well actually she saw me. And I also saw Wen Zhe there! Actually, he was the one who saw me too. Back when I was standard 6, there were 52 pupils in my class, and only the 3 of us showed up. That leaves 49 others, probably still sleeping at home. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlSGqtQYMgk/Thf07xUNyWI/AAAAAAAACe8/3wTtt7ZnFSM/s1600/DSCN2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlSGqtQYMgk/Thf07xUNyWI/AAAAAAAACe8/3wTtt7ZnFSM/s400/DSCN2869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627235567110310242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea, the canteen was moved HERE, because of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9540P4vDdeI/Thf07aJTAII/AAAAAAAACe0/6aHgvWzG6Ek/s1600/DSCN2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9540P4vDdeI/Thf07aJTAII/AAAAAAAACe0/6aHgvWzG6Ek/s400/DSCN2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627235560890499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4L6kWZAKCzQ/Thf07OeHW4I/AAAAAAAACes/-x_brVMkCqs/s1600/DSCN2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4L6kWZAKCzQ/Thf07OeHW4I/AAAAAAAACes/-x_brVMkCqs/s400/DSCN2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627235557756590978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canteen kakak, since 2007. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;She still remembers me man! And also "kawan-kawanku" yang malas. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaQBApvQ2Yk/Thfzmcd5-5I/AAAAAAAACek/alqkzBz5NvI/s1600/DSCN2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaQBApvQ2Yk/Thfzmcd5-5I/AAAAAAAACek/alqkzBz5NvI/s400/DSCN2872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627234101224930194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I saw this. Primary schools. So rich, decorate until so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVUT8pmCb88/ThfzmKMFkvI/AAAAAAAACec/674tOAsUA_s/s1600/DSCN2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVUT8pmCb88/ThfzmKMFkvI/AAAAAAAACec/674tOAsUA_s/s400/DSCN2873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627234096318354162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually hesitating whether I should go to her and talk to her. I was scared and lazy to talk to teachers ok? Hahaha. But then I thought, "OH WHAT THE HECK." and I went and greet her. I don't know what came over me when I asked her if I can take a photo with her, too. I don't usually do these things, but I'm glad I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be back there. I've seen new faces, and felt pretty disappointed; but seeing those familiar faces made me feel comforting too. I will go back again if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched Tears of the Sun yesterday night, home alone. I have so many books to read, so many movies to watch, with these two to do I just feel so contented. Anyway, Tears of the Sun. It's a damn depressing movie. War movies, you know? But it's meaningful and it's really nice. I love it. I love the things they say, I love their loyalty to friends, I love their determination to save the people, I love their support for each other. I love everything about it. But there ARE somethings that are rather sad to hear or see. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How can they do this?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is what they do. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut off the breasts&lt;/span&gt; of nursing mothers, so that they can't feed their babies. THIS is what they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the brotherly and supportive moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Here's the deal, it's been strongly suggested that we turn over Arthur  and abandon these refugees out here in the bush. I'll tell you right  now: I'm not gonna do that. Can't do that. Broke my own rule - started  to give a fuck. And brought you guys along with me. We're about to walk  into some serious shit. Before we do, I just like to hear what you guys  have to say about it. That's all. Speak freely." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My opinion, Sir: we cut our losses. This isn't our fuckin' war. As far as me being in or out, you know the answer to that."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get these people to safety. Let's finish the job."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't leave 'em, Sir."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good to go."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What 'bout you, Red?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't look at 'em like packages anymore. I'm gonna get 'em out or I'm gonna die tryin'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Those Africans are my people too. For all the years that we have been  told to stand down and stand by, you doin' the right thing."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For our sins."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hooyah."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hooyah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I love this movie. Actually, I love these kinda movies. Just need to find the right mood to watch it. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to tuition soon. Actually not so soon, but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to eat for dinner tonight? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-87094474295796016?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/87094474295796016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=87094474295796016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/87094474295796016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/87094474295796016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-if-we-never-said-goodbye.html' title='As if we never said goodbye.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHJzs_5X16I/Thf6sfZQtxI/AAAAAAAACgU/-YqUppB9e9M/s72-c/DSCN2846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6495131097095700456</id><published>2011-07-08T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:44:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is special</title><content type='html'>I've been tricked to bring camera to school today. But since I already brought, no harm taking a few pictures. Hahaha. Quite bored one ma in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeqA8zZpwBY/ThbnQcANsvI/AAAAAAAACeU/zEavuDoM1eI/s1600/DSCN2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeqA8zZpwBY/ThbnQcANsvI/AAAAAAAACeU/zEavuDoM1eI/s400/DSCN2825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626939054027027186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;This is..... Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHj7OEVzsmo/ThbnPzw7j7I/AAAAAAAACeM/A9PK1ALa3EI/s1600/DSCN2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHj7OEVzsmo/ThbnPzw7j7I/AAAAAAAACeM/A9PK1ALa3EI/s400/DSCN2841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626939043225505714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English lesson today, Pn. Sujata was teaching simple grammar to us. And then she drew this. While drawing it, she kept saying, "This is you." then she added horns on the stick man, and said, "You're a devil, that's why you have horns." "This is you as a baby, still a devil. And when you're here in the future, you're a hunched old folk, but still a devil." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the calligraphy competition. There were, errmm.. Xiao Yun, Ah Hui, Pooi Yen, Yi Shen, Wei Chen and I.  We went out late, and we went to block G as told. But when we reached there, there was no one. I mean, no one involved in the competition. Only a few diabolo people and some scouts behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Yi Shen was like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"扯铃比赛是吗?"&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to class to ask teacher where were we supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached our class, Xiao Yun and Ah Hui went,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "老师，我们比完了."&lt;/span&gt; win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la, then we went block E, where the competition is really held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach there, everyone was already writing. And all those people there were mostly pros. We feel so puny there man! The calligraphy paper, I fold also dunno how to fold ah. DAMN FAIL. HAHA. Then Wen Cai helped me. Yaaay ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we reached late, we didn't practice on newspapers, just write straight on the huge piece of paper. And oh mai gad la, calligraphy, supposed to write from right to left, because I am a level zero calligraphy writer, I wrote from left to right. Which means, the whole paper of mine actually makes no effin sense because I actually wrote everything backwards. No time to start again la. I fold the paper also need half day. But I actually realised, my calligraphy writing not bad one lo. Don't compare with the pros la of course. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually fun. Xiao Yun was beside me. Everyone was so serious writing their thing, and the two of us were like, "Walao eh so ugly la write until..." "Bo bian, we are beginners." "Beginners also better than us la!" And we kept raging, "WAH VERY HOT AH." HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays. Always fun. Thanks to Rebecca Black ! :D She's pretty ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiZ6Sd7N1lE/ThbnPpoXaXI/AAAAAAAACeE/WJVr11oy0A4/s1600/DSCN2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiZ6Sd7N1lE/ThbnPpoXaXI/AAAAAAAACeE/WJVr11oy0A4/s400/DSCN2842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626939040505227634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people I hang with most in class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always never liked the class I've been placed in when I first knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, I am always wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;1A10 turned out okay,&lt;br /&gt;2A10 was the most fun, and horny,&lt;br /&gt;3A11 was crazy crazy crazy, and horny,&lt;br /&gt;4A10, kinda awesome I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true when they say to always be happy with what you're given and be grateful with what you have. At this point, I've been placed in a pretty nice class with fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&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/2961889480784650907-6495131097095700456?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6495131097095700456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6495131097095700456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6495131097095700456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6495131097095700456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-is-special.html' title='I is special'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeqA8zZpwBY/ThbnQcANsvI/AAAAAAAACeU/zEavuDoM1eI/s72-c/DSCN2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7973797841710183894</id><published>2011-07-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:22:55.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkOyahqovjw/Tg2GIaPrqII/AAAAAAAACd0/FbcQWlMlurQ/s1600/Beastly%2B2011%2BAlex%2BPettyfer%252C%2BVanessa%2BHudgens%2Bmovie-screens-00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkOyahqovjw/Tg2GIaPrqII/AAAAAAAACd0/FbcQWlMlurQ/s400/Beastly%2B2011%2BAlex%2BPettyfer%252C%2BVanessa%2BHudgens%2Bmovie-screens-00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624298988697790594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the way they look at each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I look at you, and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the poem "Having A Coke With You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*freakin melts me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched Beastly yesterday. And it just made me fell in love with Alex Pettyfer. A celebrity crush has grew. Hahaha! But it's still the same reason, the character :) I don't wanna blog about it, because it's very beautiful. Simple, and beautiful. I don't think words can describe my feelings about the movie :) Just.. Just look at the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today during bio, we're supposed to do the Vitamin C content in fruits thing experiment. It went well. Everyone brought so damn many fruits they're supposed to bring, and actually we only need very few drops of the juice to decolourise the DCPIP solution, so the other extra fruits, we ate them. In lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group did grapefruit. I brought 6. We only juiced one grapefruit and used like.. 1.4ml of it. Shelley and I errmm.. Squeezed it with our bare hands. And then the extra juice in the beaker, we errmm.. Drank it. LOL. Actually, I drank it first because the more I smell it the nicer it gets. I couldn't resist it! It was nice. Everyone who drank it said it's nice, but not everyone who ate it said it's nice. I don't like to eat grapefruit also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in bio lab, I drank grapefruit juice, lemon juice, and dragonfruit juice, and ate lemon and watermelon. Everyone's eating everyone's fruit. It was like a party. A very healthy party. A fruit party. Hahaha. So not expecting this amount of FUN. Well, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;Friday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAqkLMl7-ks/ThVdOOQnguI/AAAAAAAACd8/F_LsnHv5gzM/s1600/267931_10150216545300904_525490903_7461291_1410458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAqkLMl7-ks/ThVdOOQnguI/AAAAAAAACd8/F_LsnHv5gzM/s400/267931_10150216545300904_525490903_7461291_1410458_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626505808396649186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and told my bro about the fruit party and he's like,&lt;br /&gt;"And in Form 1 you all learned, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'don't drink fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m a beaker'&lt;/span&gt;.. Look at you all now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a prefect meeting. And Shelley and I faked makeouts often and frequently, and Joseph saw one of it, and he came and tell us, "I saw you two make out. Very steamy and hot and sexy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it as a compliment. HAHAHA. I am one sick bitch. I ain't even mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During BC lesson, teacher said something that I could totally relate to the episode of How I Met Your Mother yesterday. When Barney finally meets his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"I'm never gonna talk to my dad again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; never gonna talk to my dad again. Your dad's still alive, and he lives just down the road.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will edit this post as soon as my classmates upload the photos they took from the fruit party :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to run tomorrow! Hari Pameran! WHOOOOO!! Tho it won't be the same as the previous years, but let's hope for all the possible awesomeness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7973797841710183894?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7973797841710183894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7973797841710183894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7973797841710183894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7973797841710183894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/07/fruit-party.html' title='fruit party'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkOyahqovjw/Tg2GIaPrqII/AAAAAAAACd0/FbcQWlMlurQ/s72-c/Beastly%2B2011%2BAlex%2BPettyfer%252C%2BVanessa%2BHudgens%2Bmovie-screens-00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8306694809919324544</id><published>2011-06-27T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:39:07.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:600%;" &gt;Hi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night! Hahahaha! It is scientifically proven that human brains are more active at night than they are during daytime. So yea, we're all absolutely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, I'm so bored with my life. And then I found out why. Too much movies and stories. All those fantasies. I live in a world called reality, like everybody else, but I know too much about fantasies. That's not really a problem. The true problem is, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; fantasy. When reading a book, it feels as though I'm living another life. A life full of magnificence, full of beauty, you know? Not that life here is not magnificent or beautiful, but things in fantasies are all so, simple and typical. Reality is just complicated and people get hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few celebrity crushes. Here's the thing, I know celebrities are normal human beings too. I know they eat, they breathe, they sleep, they shit, and some of them are maybe those people I will probably dislike IRL too. But, a celebrity crush is built when I see them act in a film, mostly. In a film they're just a character, and those characters are imagined. So, it just feels as though there's a connection between oneself and the character and thus, a celebrity crush is built. I mean, for me it's like that. At least, something like that. I really don't know how to express these kind of feelings. It's like it's not really a big deal, but when I'm left alone to think about stuff, celebrity crushes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; in fact, a pretty big ass deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also thought of this, I don't believe in promises. People lie all the time. Promises are made all the time and very often, they're not kept. Promises give people hope, sometimes it just give people TOO MUCH hope, and when the promise is not kept, it's like a glass being smashed down from above. The heart is the glass. I don't believe in promises &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;, mainly because of one person. I don't want to believe in promises anymore. That kind of sadness when a promise people made to you is not kept, it's one of the worst feelings ever, unexplainable. Just leaves us miserable. No more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this part of the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"We are young, we run free, stay up late, we don't sleep, got our friends, got the night, we'll be alright."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're teenagers after all. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29_5CrY-QqM/TghrZ8p6OkI/AAAAAAAACdk/jTrpGpQFwTU/s1600/Dianna-Agron-and-Alex-Pettyfer-in-I-AM-NUMBER-FOUR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29_5CrY-QqM/TghrZ8p6OkI/AAAAAAAACdk/jTrpGpQFwTU/s400/Dianna-Agron-and-Alex-Pettyfer-in-I-AM-NUMBER-FOUR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622862228294875714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be addicted to this for quite some time now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-8306694809919324544?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8306694809919324544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8306694809919324544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8306694809919324544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8306694809919324544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-be-alright.html' title='We&apos;ll be alright.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29_5CrY-QqM/TghrZ8p6OkI/AAAAAAAACdk/jTrpGpQFwTU/s72-c/Dianna-Agron-and-Alex-Pettyfer-in-I-AM-NUMBER-FOUR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2304919815064024397</id><published>2011-06-23T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:20:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI SUKAN</title><content type='html'>For long we have waited, the day is finally here! But then damn it, I was so sick. Hahaha! But I have to go to Hari Sukan, can't miss out on all the awesomeness. So, for the whole of Hari Sukan, I finished up 3 packets of tissues. (3 packets also not mine XD) Damn dead-like mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8475tt3sL4/TgQxF48TMQI/AAAAAAAACdc/IbhXH6JM-As/s1600/268301_2179258599925_1200690569_2666284_379030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8475tt3sL4/TgQxF48TMQI/AAAAAAAACdc/IbhXH6JM-As/s400/268301_2179258599925_1200690569_2666284_379030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621672212119630082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;七早八早在那边拍照 XD ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4NS0Q90rw8/TgQxFk1W6NI/AAAAAAAACdU/ih2T232mkEo/s1600/267960_2179259279942_1200690569_2666286_5088615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4NS0Q90rw8/TgQxFk1W6NI/AAAAAAAACdU/ih2T232mkEo/s400/267960_2179259279942_1200690569_2666286_5088615_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621672206721804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b03-81FCUiQ/TgQw4OE0gwI/AAAAAAAACdM/WQiAdb389Fs/s1600/267829_2179258919933_1200690569_2666285_5945623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b03-81FCUiQ/TgQw4OE0gwI/AAAAAAAACdM/WQiAdb389Fs/s400/267829_2179258919933_1200690569_2666285_5945623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621671977274344194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the car park. The students were suppose to line up there and we're suppose to jaga around. But then NO ONE WAS THERE. So we had time to take photos. XD! Then then then, Derrick gave Shelley and I the name lists of EVERY CLASS OF EVERY FORM. WTHHHHHHHH. Then Shelley said, "You go take attendance la, I jaga class la." Cos the amount of students there really.. The cheerleaders also more than them. LOL! Taking attendance is fun. XD Especially taking the pembarisan people and the cheerleaders and others. We had to IDENTIFY them ourselves. Had fun doing that, tho it's not really easy because they WALK SO FAST and we have like.. 20+ classes' name lists in our hands. Flip one page also need 2 milliseconds la. They all walk 5 seconds ALL GONE liao. WALAO. But then some senior said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"有人会帮他们点的也是.."&lt;/span&gt; CAKAP AWAL-AWAL ma. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then something very funny happened at the car park. Well, to me it's funny. But hor, I won't tell you here, actually, I won't tell you at all. So yea. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started, all the scouts pandus PBSMs blue red green yellow house people came marching out. Then when they were standing there, before the songs and ikrars and stuff, Shelley and I were standing up there, calling people with our brains. LOL. I know right. It was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley went,&lt;br /&gt;"Wah see! Chi Hoe tallest among all blue house people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"WAH yea lo. QUICK! Call him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't hear one la!"&lt;br /&gt;"Look, is he looking at us?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;"SMILE AND WAVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smiled and waved, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;Then he laughed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw Amanda, who is also looking at our direction, but we're also unsure if she's looking at us or what. So, WE WAVED AGAIN. Then she smiled also XD (After everything, Amanda told us, "you two very obvious one lo! because only two of you standing up there moving and laughing around.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, Deanna's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call her with your brain!"&lt;br /&gt;"Deannadeannadeannadeannadeannadeannadeannadeedeedeedeeanananadeedee.."&lt;br /&gt;"YER WHY SHE DONT LOOK ONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she LOOKED OUR WAY! And then we waved very hard again. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AIYO Pui Yie so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;"Quick, call her!"&lt;br /&gt;"Puiyiepuiyiepuiyiepuiyiepuiyiepuiyiepwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwipwi.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We failed brain-calling Pui Yie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.. We banyak kacau. They damn cham. Can't move, let us kacau only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Hoe kena-ed the most times because we were facing right at rumah biru and rumah kuning. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVp1OiVQZGM/TgQw4Mx57iI/AAAAAAAACdE/oDB7hNEOplE/s1600/268422_2179262720028_1200690569_2666293_1012549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVp1OiVQZGM/TgQw4Mx57iI/AAAAAAAACdE/oDB7hNEOplE/s400/268422_2179262720028_1200690569_2666293_1012549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621671976926572066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twin sista! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We supported yellow house cheer like mad! Most of us aren't from yellow house, but we ALL supported yellow house the most. Why? Because yellow house cheerleaders all our friends maaa.. Hahahaha! But other houses cheer very nice also la. Green house's routine very sexy! Red is a very nice colour so that makes them nice too! And and and, my blue house won second place in cheer! So they're not bad also. Overall, cheerleading is really nice :D The most looked-forward-to during the whole of Hari Sukan. The race was exciting also of course, antara sekolah one. Antara rumah one not so, because hor, normal human compete with athletes leh. HOW CAN WIN? Sri Sentosa punya athletes, TIN HA MOU DIK one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow house won cheerleading competition! We were all so happy for them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Deanna's house. It's our Gila 4 tradition. We damn what one lo. Go to people's house, in people's room, simply take off clothes, then simply THROW summore. XD! Then we watched I am Number Four. OMG. So BEAUTIFUL. So HOT. So COOL. Oh.My.Gawd. Just.. DROP. DEAD. GORGEOUS. Here, let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgnIgSQCzNw/TgQw3jYF46I/AAAAAAAACc8/LSE93EW9ouQ/s1600/i-am-number-four-dianna-agron-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgnIgSQCzNw/TgQw3jYF46I/AAAAAAAACc8/LSE93EW9ouQ/s400/i-am-number-four-dianna-agron-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621671965812450210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WhTyLVhouc/TgQw3CjKkOI/AAAAAAAACc0/GP72gc7Qwfc/s1600/I-Am-Number-Four.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WhTyLVhouc/TgQw3CjKkOI/AAAAAAAACc0/GP72gc7Qwfc/s400/I-Am-Number-Four.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621671957000524002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYUtDMkuegE/TgQw22LZjiI/AAAAAAAACcs/Rc3lMVTsUPw/s1600/i-am-number-four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYUtDMkuegE/TgQw22LZjiI/AAAAAAAACcs/Rc3lMVTsUPw/s400/i-am-number-four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621671953679617570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie we went upstairs to Dee's room, lying around, then suddenly I beat my stomach, then said, "wah my stomach a lot of wind leh." Then Shelley, "A lot of wind sound like that one meh?" then she starting beating hers. Then Dee and Amanda also beat. The four of us were like playing some stomach drum or some sort. WE EVEN RECORDED IT OMG SO SAMPAT. Then we talked about hot guys in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our school a lot of hot guys one lo actually.."&lt;br /&gt;"Where got?"&lt;br /&gt;"Got la.."&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"XXX lo..."&lt;br /&gt;"XXX only ma. Plus he's not really hot also."&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE LA. He is so hot and so sexy and his hair is so nice."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea lo and he's good looking.."&lt;br /&gt;"EH you cannot talk about him because you're not single anymore it wouldn't be good."&lt;br /&gt;"*LOL* Okaayy.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok fine. Acceptable. Some more?"&lt;br /&gt;"XXX lo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Except athletes la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Once that was said, there were very few left to say liao. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhh, my bitch sisters. I love them so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whole day almost like that lo. Except I cut out all the parts where I'm so sick I don't wanna do anything but date tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. Some more. Happened during meeting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juniors were very noisy because they were all talking at once, then Mandy was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"EIH you all know what is QUIET ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, we ask her. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mandy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;what is quiet?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Derrick, 我们到了要去哪里?"&lt;br /&gt;"Neh... 那个pengawas 的 camp 那边..."&lt;br /&gt;"怎样去?"&lt;br /&gt;"你走进pintu besar，上那个楼梯, (there were 4)"&lt;br /&gt;"哪一个都可以da?"&lt;br /&gt;"哪一个都可以走的，&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;你要走完四个也可以的&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DIE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2304919815064024397?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2304919815064024397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2304919815064024397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2304919815064024397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2304919815064024397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/hari-sukan.html' title='HARI SUKAN'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8475tt3sL4/TgQxF48TMQI/AAAAAAAACdc/IbhXH6JM-As/s72-c/268301_2179258599925_1200690569_2666284_379030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-9051815730187715663</id><published>2011-06-13T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:41:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok, I admit that it's watching X-Men First Class that made me rediscovered how wicked cool X-Men is. It's like those superhero movies, but much much much much MUCH cooler. After watching X-Men First Class that day, I found X2 at home, so I watched that too! OMG the awesomeness, I can't even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a big fan of Wolverine, but to Shelley I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; Wolverine and to me she's Cyclops :D In First Class he's really damn cool, and also LOL. Charles and Erik went finding him for recruits and after introducing themselves he's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2xg7YPmlUo/TfXpcrlSPpI/AAAAAAAACcE/FiG1EFYhLM0/s1600/go%2Bf%2Byourself.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2xg7YPmlUo/TfXpcrlSPpI/AAAAAAAACcE/FiG1EFYhLM0/s400/go%2Bf%2Byourself.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617652789159280274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Go fuck yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZY_NUwOnnA/TfXpbhjgimI/AAAAAAAACbs/Lr2TB24kXfA/s1600/tumblr_lmh3wzTKP91ql3v1ho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZY_NUwOnnA/TfXpbhjgimI/AAAAAAAACbs/Lr2TB24kXfA/s400/tumblr_lmh3wzTKP91ql3v1ho1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617652769287604834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And errrrmmm... I find Michael Fassbender really good looking in this movie XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRXCTEKUlxA/TfXrZtOVpZI/AAAAAAAACcc/faU6nElCTNE/s1600/x-men-first-class-1-620x628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRXCTEKUlxA/TfXrZtOVpZI/AAAAAAAACcc/faU6nElCTNE/s400/x-men-first-class-1-620x628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617654937083553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCB7m6OHVYg/TfXrZV2uAwI/AAAAAAAACcU/HcbMs7r6QOk/s1600/Professor-X-and-Magneto-X-Men-Still.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCB7m6OHVYg/TfXrZV2uAwI/AAAAAAAACcU/HcbMs7r6QOk/s400/Professor-X-and-Magneto-X-Men-Still.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617654930810471170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;, and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHELLEY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB9_QNTNCMs/TfXpb8EGPUI/AAAAAAAACb0/XAmDH1TY8X4/s1600/tumblr_lmj06iaYWP1ql3v1ho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB9_QNTNCMs/TfXpb8EGPUI/AAAAAAAACb0/XAmDH1TY8X4/s400/tumblr_lmj06iaYWP1ql3v1ho1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617652776403615042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, is the Iceman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SEqxP1SBWM/TfXpbH_xz_I/AAAAAAAACbk/I8Lbuq7-zhc/s1600/tumblr_lmh3tyZKPM1ql3v1ho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SEqxP1SBWM/TfXpbH_xz_I/AAAAAAAACbk/I8Lbuq7-zhc/s400/tumblr_lmh3tyZKPM1ql3v1ho1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617652762426855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, is Lucas Till.&lt;br /&gt;The one you said looks very dreamy when he freaking SMILES. Remembah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0INPmyyLzQ/TfcLcMQnUSI/AAAAAAAACck/0oDZ23ocu7Y/s1600/X-men-first-class-havok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0INPmyyLzQ/TfcLcMQnUSI/AAAAAAAACck/0oDZ23ocu7Y/s400/X-men-first-class-havok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617971639123136802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There. He does THIS. Quite cool. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pssssssst, he's not just cute, he's also freaking HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qK6ziZDrg4Q/TfXq_s2x3ZI/AAAAAAAACcM/DYBXUCC3A-o/s1600/wolverine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qK6ziZDrg4Q/TfXq_s2x3ZI/AAAAAAAACcM/DYBXUCC3A-o/s400/wolverine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617654490308140434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BshswNelAC8/TfXpcYJ6gvI/AAAAAAAACb8/4-ek9fy4ScY/s1600/tumblr_lmdadqKYZI1ql3v1ho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BshswNelAC8/TfXpcYJ6gvI/AAAAAAAACb8/4-ek9fy4ScY/s400/tumblr_lmdadqKYZI1ql3v1ho1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617652783944205042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:O (Trololololololol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4A10's results not bad one lo................................ If don't compare the overall with other classes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred has a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the five people you meet in heaven, Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-9051815730187715663?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/9051815730187715663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=9051815730187715663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/9051815730187715663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/9051815730187715663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/x-men.html' title='X-Men!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2xg7YPmlUo/TfXpcrlSPpI/AAAAAAAACcE/FiG1EFYhLM0/s72-c/go%2Bf%2Byourself.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6333269371294025318</id><published>2011-06-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:06:33.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mid valleeeeeeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;7th of June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I slept for 13 hours today. I slept at 9:30pm, and I woke up at 10:30am. Damn I'm such a pig. Hahaha! But some good did come, I woke up to his message! He's home! He's back! Woohoo! I'm so happy just knowing that he's so much closer to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, went Hilton hotel to have lunch with my parents. Then went to get the Samsung Galaxy Tab for fixing. Noob one. Buy one week dah rosak. Wut? Hahaha. Then went Mid Valley with mum to shop. She's in such a good mood today! I'm so glad! I'm so happy today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a good day, I'm so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to say something. That day I went to Mid Valley with my bro. On the way, he sang this part of a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;“我不是真能把你拱手让他，爱怎么可能说好就昇华，与其让三个人该有的快乐走样，我宁愿独自退场.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just sitting there, looking at him and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whao&lt;/span&gt;. Don't you think that the lyrics are just so.. STRONG? The song is called 拱手让他 by 张宇. He sings with such, DEEP and strong emotion. His songs really help when you're feeling down. And even when you're not sad, listening to his songs, you can just FEEL it. His talent, I just can't even. I just have to blog about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Captain grinned. "The way I see it, that's what we're getting here, soldier. That's what heaven is. You get to make sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se of your yesterdays."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the five people you meet in heaven, Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;8th of June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, double dating aye? How does that work? I don't know how to double date, I don't even know how to date!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know right!"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* "You know I've been practicing that line to tell it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my husband/wife/son/daughter/pet/best friend, what would I ever do without you? I love you so much. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea we went on a double date. It was fun. I'm so happy to see him again! It's been so long! Missed him a lot, and to finally see him again just really made me very very very happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is really very nice. It speaks for a lot of people I guess. All the sweet things they say, be it boyfriend girlfriend, best friends or family or anything.. It's just so nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana was so nice to Quinn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you possibly be so calm?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I hated losing just as much as anyone but this year wasn't about winning for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Clearly. Cause we got our asses kicked."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea.."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. What was it about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Acceptance. I know that all the kids in the Glee club, they fight, and they steal each others' boyfriends and girlfriends, and they threaten to quit like every other week but stuff like that happens in families."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well, this is a club, this is not a family."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, well, family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what, and they accept you for who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe it's because some friends of mine are having some friendship problems too? I really hope they can get over it. Think about all the times we had mann, we've all been through thick and thin and everything! Remember last year when we laughed so hard from morning till midnight together? And then we got angry together, and we tried to comfort and calm each other down? And for 9 days straight we kept hanging out together, watching comedies, horror movies together? We had so much great times &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, now you're just gonna throw it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; away? We had so much togetherness. It's not that easy to find you know? We loved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;. So, much. What happened now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpz2dU_Gv0w/TfCjm6q9_YI/AAAAAAAACbU/gk33vhMAwdM/s1600/248751_2142779087960_1200690569_2618333_8255804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpz2dU_Gv0w/TfCjm6q9_YI/AAAAAAAACbU/gk33vhMAwdM/s320/248751_2142779087960_1200690569_2618333_8255804_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616168624310844802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mid Valley. AGAIN. Three days in a row. That's just freakish. Went tuh play Galactic Laser. Oh damn I really feel so old in there. Played before, but that was like.. So long ago. The last time I played was last year's Christmas Eve. Retired lo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Zouk after that. The milkshake is to die for. HAHAHA. Talked about our lives when in primary school, Dee laughed at us a lot XD We were so stupid! Hahaha! Actually, should say, we were so little! :P So cute la all of us last time.  Watched X-Men first class. GOLD CLASS MAN. OMG. It was good. Magneto was so cool in so many ways I can't even. OH OH! SHELLEY!!! LUCAS TILL WAS IN THE MOVIE!! HAHAHA! Sue Ann and I were both like, "OH LOOK IT'S LUCAS TILL!!!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I want to be spoiler!!! But, neeehhh.. The movie was good. Magneto is so cool. Even in other X-Men movies, him, old, but still awesome. He stopped the bullets no need to think no need to look, like no need strength one. And he always SINGLE HANDEDLY stop everything in his way. Here, he struggle so much, BUT, still so fucking cool. Ahh! Obsessed :D The movie was great. Leave it like this. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I guess Deanna won't be uploading the photos at the moment so I'm just gonna publish this post without the photos today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, SUE ANN FAILED. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired liao! BAI BAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6333269371294025318?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6333269371294025318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6333269371294025318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6333269371294025318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6333269371294025318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/mid-valleeeeeeh.html' title='mid valleeeeeeh'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpz2dU_Gv0w/TfCjm6q9_YI/AAAAAAAACbU/gk33vhMAwdM/s72-c/248751_2142779087960_1200690569_2618333_8255804_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2822287897262164294</id><published>2011-06-06T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:11:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJZNQG87dZ4/Tey1NGE9fII/AAAAAAAACbE/nfAprK-vTP8/s1600/DSCN2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJZNQG87dZ4/Tey1NGE9fII/AAAAAAAACbE/nfAprK-vTP8/s200/DSCN2316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615062071998512258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tuition, I was doing addmaths, Hui Chi and Julia were doing Sejarah. And then we heard this little girl from the other group saying, “我等下要回家&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;洗澡&lt;/span&gt;。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stunned. Stopped what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles* “洗澡...”&lt;br /&gt;“哇，洗澡哦...”&lt;br /&gt;“很久没有用这个字了 lo...”&lt;br /&gt;“洗澡...”&lt;br /&gt;“好像对这个字很陌生酱...”&lt;br /&gt;“是啦...”&lt;br /&gt;“洗澡.......”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“哇，很深啊这个字.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Malaysian Chinese after all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message from Ah Qin this morning! Only then I know it's Dumpling Day today. (I know 端午节 is not really called Dumpling Day, I just don't know what is it called. xD) My dad came home from Perak today, nobody bungkus BA ZHANG this year ))))))))))))))))))))): Bu shuang liao lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the family gathering at Pangkor this December. Seriously damn excited now! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! (chill it's only June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2822287897262164294?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2822287897262164294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2822287897262164294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2822287897262164294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2822287897262164294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun fun'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJZNQG87dZ4/Tey1NGE9fII/AAAAAAAACbE/nfAprK-vTP8/s72-c/DSCN2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2971587736478024715</id><published>2011-06-05T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T08:11:19.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where the heart is</title><content type='html'>Think. One day when we get together and talk about our pasts, I want to say this, "Last time my class, dominated by mostly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hakka Yi&lt;/span&gt;s, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien Lang&lt;/span&gt;s, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guongdong Yan&lt;/span&gt;s" Hakka really sounds like foul language when spoken. But it's pretty cool too. But I'm really proud to be Hokkien Lang. Every time I go back to Perak to reunite with my dad's side of the family, I get really excited. I always feel really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at home&lt;/span&gt; there. Tho they talk really LOUD, and can't talk without shouting most of the times, but I like hearing them talk. Their presence makes me feel like I'm home. It's really enjoyable with them. I'm happy to be in this family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"No matter how much you think you hate school, you'll always miss it when you leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more true can this be? When we leave high school, we'll be facing the world. We'll be facing REALITY. No more fantasy, no more carefree life. If we didn't do our homework, maybe we'll get some nagging from teachers, then they'll be like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"jumpa pengetua!"&lt;/span&gt;, then we'll get some nagging from her, then she'll call our parents, and we'll get nagging from them, and after all that happened, admit it we don't really care. Just copy some homework next time or whatever. But in reality, say in a job, we got something wrong, we get FIRED. What happens next? Get a new job. And it's not gonna be easy. I mean... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"I will never forget my high school friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving school, some will go overseas, some will stay here, and it wouldn't be that easy to keep in touch anymore. As much as we want to, life just doesn't always go our way. It really saddens me to think that all of us might part one day. When we were young, and tell our parents about friendship problems, they'll say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's ok, you'll make new friends."&lt;/span&gt; What about now? The world is different. Not even sure if friends as awesome as the ones now can be found. The world has become more materialistic, scarier. People are complicated beings. We always have to be careful everywhere. I'm suddenly having the feeling that.. It's so untrustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why am I suddenly saying all these. I know worrying gets us nowhere, so for now, I'll just learn to love more, have a little more faith, enjoy all the little things. Before time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Strangers," the Blue Man said, "are just family you have yet to come to know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the five people you meet in heaven, Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2971587736478024715?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2971587736478024715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2971587736478024715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2971587736478024715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2971587736478024715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-heart-is.html' title='where the heart is'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7034773107330202775</id><published>2011-06-01T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T06:25:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss miss miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFV2G69ebY0/TeY4UuTHabI/AAAAAAAACaw/JliIAg96HWE/s1600/tumblr_lm0xgoUbGq1qaodr1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFV2G69ebY0/TeY4UuTHabI/AAAAAAAACaw/JliIAg96HWE/s400/tumblr_lm0xgoUbGq1qaodr1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613235914240649650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really fucking miss you. 10 days' a really long time apparently. I'll hang in there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke on the phone with my dearest cousin. I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;-ed. Out loud. Alone. In my house. Talked damn loud too. Hope my neighbours won't think I'm insane. Damn I miss her too. She was here with me last year end, with her elder sister. Maaann we really had fun every day at various shopping malls. Wandering around everywhere, not even buying stuff, just go in, ask to try a few things on and say, "doesn't fit." and walked away :D And at night, it will just be me and her, till midnight. Talking about our lives, telling each other stories, be it sad funny happy angry or whatever, watching Glee till very late every day, or should I say, very early, watched Despicable Me and laughed like crap that evening, watched Rapunzel in the cinema, insulting and teasing each other, laughing at each other, giving each other advices, most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt;.  I really miss having her around. She even watched and listened as I cried and telling her stuff that midnight. I still remember. And then my elder cousin was sleep talking, and we were there asking questions to her, hoping she'll reply us so that we can laugh at her in the morning. We are so crazy. She's the one I turn to when I don't feel like talking to anyone else. She's the best cousin eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjkTBMl1T6E/TeY8gd_YZjI/AAAAAAAACa4/jxEni1gC3Ho/s1600/34795_1781448853898_1169740536_32059881_4999406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjkTBMl1T6E/TeY8gd_YZjI/AAAAAAAACa4/jxEni1gC3Ho/s400/34795_1781448853898_1169740536_32059881_4999406_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613240514067850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are numbed ! Hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:250%;"  &gt;Happy June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7034773107330202775?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7034773107330202775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7034773107330202775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7034773107330202775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7034773107330202775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-miss-miss.html' title='Miss miss miss!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFV2G69ebY0/TeY4UuTHabI/AAAAAAAACaw/JliIAg96HWE/s72-c/tumblr_lm0xgoUbGq1qaodr1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3549815039929987136</id><published>2011-05-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:27:25.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very lonely ahhhhh hahaha</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha I feel like I have nothing to live for with him gone hahaha. SERIOUSLY MAN. I know it's only been a day or more, but I really beh tahan lo. Am I crazy? I feel like some crazy psychopathic obsessive person hahahahhaha. Yer ): 10 days ahhhhhhh hahahaha. I know I'm being stupid. I mean, I know he'll be back, but still.. HAIHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and, that Lau Yin Huan, go camp summore! Cannot online summore! Johor man! That's like.. 4 hours or more liddat from me only, can't go find her also. trolololol. Come find me la Moi! I need yoouuuuuuuu! Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really weird. Not lifeless, just weird. Like.. Really weird. I have no homework, I don't need to revise anything because exams are just over. I want to revise stuff! But, WHAT? Lol. And then I just went sticking with The Gift by Cecelia Ahern. Needa finish it fast to start another book. :D And I also started re-playing Go-Go Gourmet again. It's really childish. But it's addictive and I can't stand having nothing to do, so yea. I'm finishing it already. Again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday at home spam songs. All those songs that reminds me of someone. You know I know la :P Hoooowwwww? I think I'm gonna go mad! I freakin miss that guy! Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what everybody's doing. Holidays man! Ok fine, maybe today isn't counted because it's still Saturday. Maybe Monday only start to count. But where is everybody?! Someone please come online and talk to me! I'm gonna be crazy! Though I may look all calm and normal on the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0n2DmLIjvrk/TeDMgzVV86I/AAAAAAAACao/4uI8cKWWTDw/s1600/163416_185288868153947_100000185040291_743425_5495475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0n2DmLIjvrk/TeDMgzVV86I/AAAAAAAACao/4uI8cKWWTDw/s400/163416_185288868153947_100000185040291_743425_5495475_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611709999611245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya juga amat rindu akan 3 xiao kia ini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa November nanti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spam the CD you gave me every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3549815039929987136?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3549815039929987136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3549815039929987136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3549815039929987136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3549815039929987136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-lonely-ahhhhh-hahaha.html' title='very lonely ahhhhh hahaha'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0n2DmLIjvrk/TeDMgzVV86I/AAAAAAAACao/4uI8cKWWTDw/s72-c/163416_185288868153947_100000185040291_743425_5495475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2490606505442237677</id><published>2011-05-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T05:13:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hot damn!</title><content type='html'>This post, is just for my eyes only, everyone else, shoo! scoot! XD! (I'm like some sick psychopathy now hahahha) My previous post, I can't take my eyes off Dianna Agron and Hayden Panettiere like seriously. I fear that I might fall in love with them, so to balance it out I made this post. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf90ZOmHcgA/TdubSTQ9YzI/AAAAAAAACaY/2xhy3Lfya7E/s1600/0107-adam-levine-naked-00-480x720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf90ZOmHcgA/TdubSTQ9YzI/AAAAAAAACaY/2xhy3Lfya7E/s400/0107-adam-levine-naked-00-480x720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248499531440946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam FUCK YEA SEXY Levine!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QP9YAv0cH1k/TdubSJ2Eh_I/AAAAAAAACaQ/k2-NyV7-kP8/s1600/eye-candy-mark-salling-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QP9YAv0cH1k/TdubSJ2Eh_I/AAAAAAAACaQ/k2-NyV7-kP8/s400/eye-candy-mark-salling-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248497002743794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark HOT AS HELL Salling!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abNS0KcqRkI/TdubRxQjZpI/AAAAAAAACaI/XNVe8OZVLEI/s1600/David-Beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abNS0KcqRkI/TdubRxQjZpI/AAAAAAAACaI/XNVe8OZVLEI/s400/David-Beckham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248490402932370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy. I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO TELL YOU WHO HE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUrwUJDLe24/TdubRi-JswI/AAAAAAAACaA/pmKRyQ2-mvI/s1600/b-shmooze-adrien-brody-2-2-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUrwUJDLe24/TdubRi-JswI/AAAAAAAACaA/pmKRyQ2-mvI/s400/b-shmooze-adrien-brody-2-2-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248486567654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! WATCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE PIANIST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SmC_zF3qPE/TdubQ7U6XCI/AAAAAAAACZ4/odyd0RxafKU/s1600/george_clooney_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SmC_zF3qPE/TdubQ7U6XCI/AAAAAAAACZ4/odyd0RxafKU/s400/george_clooney_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248475925699618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GEORGE CLOONEEEEEEYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, I have such major, big, fat, juicy celebrity crush on them. Especially the first two! :P OH OH OH! One more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyaxogId_Vs/TdufmgCdcmI/AAAAAAAACag/O2y4nKKvk9o/s1600/kobe-bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyaxogId_Vs/TdufmgCdcmI/AAAAAAAACag/O2y4nKKvk9o/s400/kobe-bryant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610253244604183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kobe Bryant !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Issues issues issues. Can't help it. I am obsessed with hot guys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially the first two :P&lt;/span&gt; No worriessss, I still love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;my human teddy bear&lt;/span&gt; the most :D These people above, they're just celebrity crushes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially the first two :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster holiday. I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, did I mention that I have humungus celebrity crush on the first two people in the photos above? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-2490606505442237677?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/2490606505442237677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=2490606505442237677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2490606505442237677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/2490606505442237677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-hot-damn.html' title='oh hot damn!'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf90ZOmHcgA/TdubSTQ9YzI/AAAAAAAACaY/2xhy3Lfya7E/s72-c/0107-adam-levine-naked-00-480x720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8318499578981739006</id><published>2011-05-23T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:47:28.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful girls, all over the world,</title><content type='html'>Yap Man Long! I introduce you leng lui :D Actually I also forgot why want to intro you leng lui already, but I remember I need to. XD Nose don't bleed ah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mQI6ebvQUc/TdoHEi0WzwI/AAAAAAAACZw/ST6kTjmMbbE/s1600/tumblr_l6r3ukFmCA1qa4cp2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mQI6ebvQUc/TdoHEi0WzwI/AAAAAAAACZw/ST6kTjmMbbE/s400/tumblr_l6r3ukFmCA1qa4cp2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609804060490649346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dianna Agron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0DFRFeLNs4/TdoHEWF8NUI/AAAAAAAACZo/k7tNn3Psi6A/s1600/penelope_cruz_2008_academy_awards_6.l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0DFRFeLNs4/TdoHEWF8NUI/AAAAAAAACZo/k7tNn3Psi6A/s400/penelope_cruz_2008_academy_awards_6.l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609804057074742594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penelope Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4000D797Do/TdoHDzPtFaI/AAAAAAAACZg/HMecWIChLVc/s1600/hayden_panettiere_-10396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4000D797Do/TdoHDzPtFaI/AAAAAAAACZg/HMecWIChLVc/s400/hayden_panettiere_-10396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609804047720453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0RDdZzKdU4/TdoHD3DYCLI/AAAAAAAACZY/B6YymhSNIy4/s1600/500full-emma-stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0RDdZzKdU4/TdoHD3DYCLI/AAAAAAAACZY/B6YymhSNIy4/s400/500full-emma-stone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609804048742484146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGf-z4SlYKM/TdoHDjGPeKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/scOIneueZV8/s1600/Alina%2BCojocaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGf-z4SlYKM/TdoHDjGPeKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/scOIneueZV8/s400/Alina%2BCojocaru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609804043385796770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alina Cojacaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;很美是不是?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;快点讲是!&lt;/span&gt; XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;改次做个 leng zai 的 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;考完试了!&lt;/span&gt; not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-8318499578981739006?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8318499578981739006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8318499578981739006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8318499578981739006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8318499578981739006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-girls-all-over-world.html' title='beautiful girls, all over the world,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mQI6ebvQUc/TdoHEi0WzwI/AAAAAAAACZw/ST6kTjmMbbE/s72-c/tumblr_l6r3ukFmCA1qa4cp2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3833330467130740341</id><published>2011-05-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T04:43:22.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sum ting wong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkuFLCh2GE0/TdijxmjEbxI/AAAAAAAACYg/bH-S2YHjXQE/s1600/DSCN2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkuFLCh2GE0/TdijxmjEbxI/AAAAAAAACYg/bH-S2YHjXQE/s320/DSCN2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609413408446508818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer, I very lazy to blog one lo. If it wasn't for the girl by the name of Lau Yin Huan. YOU, YEA YOU. If you're reading this, know that WO HEN BU SHUANG NI. First, you refuse to fly to KL to find me, make me miss you so much, then just now MSN you, you suddenly offline, then still want to ask me my hair cut until how short make me take photo and blog for you to see. GAO LAT AH LU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went Tropicana City Mall lepak with family. Then there was this cosplay going on. I really didn't know any characters there. Only later I saw the Final Fantasy guy, Ichimaru, Aizen, Urahara, JACK SPARROW, the green hair Code Gease girl, STAR WARS PEOPLE and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DANBO&lt;/span&gt;! Then they played the Nyan cat song HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danbo was so freakin Danbo! CUTENESS! Jack Sparrow was scary. XD The most LOL one were Ichimaru and Aizen. We saw their backs, and they look really alike with the actual characters from the back. Then Aizen, wore the specs so similar summore. Then when they turned around, they were holding hands! My bro and I were like.. "WHAT?" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I think the song "Chemistry, Chemistry, you can't stop teaching Chemistry, Benzine Ring and Hydrocarbon ~~" will be stuck in my head for the whole freakin day. Thanks a lot bro. Trololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, liddat lo. Nutin much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3833330467130740341?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3833330467130740341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3833330467130740341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3833330467130740341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3833330467130740341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/sum-ting-wong.html' title='sum ting wong?'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkuFLCh2GE0/TdijxmjEbxI/AAAAAAAACYg/bH-S2YHjXQE/s72-c/DSCN2779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7463977012725873491</id><published>2011-05-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T06:02:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTENESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPXngPke4W8/Tde3hvJnDAI/AAAAAAAACYY/iuJ-5vKIlR8/s1600/206639_201203889913049_100000703173877_604767_3109453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPXngPke4W8/Tde3hvJnDAI/AAAAAAAACYY/iuJ-5vKIlR8/s400/206639_201203889913049_100000703173877_604767_3109453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609153651133582338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I CAN ACTUALLY DIE OF THE CUTENESS THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LONGER I STARE AT THIS PHOTO THE HARDER I LAUGH. TOO FREAKIN CUTE.&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/2961889480784650907-7463977012725873491?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7463977012725873491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7463977012725873491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7463977012725873491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7463977012725873491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuteness.html' title='CUTENESS'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPXngPke4W8/Tde3hvJnDAI/AAAAAAAACYY/iuJ-5vKIlR8/s72-c/206639_201203889913049_100000703173877_604767_3109453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-9131209062434225568</id><published>2011-05-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:00:00.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJR12hF5gY8/TdYLKC2TXYI/AAAAAAAACYQ/0VmSCwwDKGk/s1600/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Subway-Wars-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJR12hF5gY8/TdYLKC2TXYI/AAAAAAAACYQ/0VmSCwwDKGk/s400/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Subway-Wars-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608682653127761282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't even describe how awesome these people are. Watching How I Met Your Mother can always make my day. I am so glad I discovered this show. Thank yoooooooouuuuu Star World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Star World, I watched American Idol, and found out that Scott, is freakin 16 years old! That's like, OUR AGE! We're here complaining about how difficult Addmaths or Physics or Maths or any other subjects were, and he's up there, singing like a freakin 40 year old! LOL! His voice................ HOW CAN. OMG LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE wayyyyyyyyyyyyy, this really feels like the longest week because we have to sit for exam and I have NEVER, felt so stressed and worried about any exams before in my life. UPSR? What's that? PMR? Aiya suan la. Even my ballet exams before, all NO FEEL before the actual exam date one. This time, form 4 studies really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know how to do Physics paper 2. That experiment, I have never seen it before in my life, and I really have no idea why mercury is used in thermometers. SHIT I am dumb. I remember primary school we learned that in Science, but I can't remember why is it. Hahaha! Today Addmaths 2. OH.MY.GOD. While doing the questions, the phrase "wtf am I doing" keeps occurring in my mind. I feel so doomed. OH WELL. Papers are handed in, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days more to go. I need to go out and play. Lol. Like, seriously. I don't know why. I don't want to go anywhere that reminds me of studies at all. I don't want to stay at home. I don't really know what I want right now actually. Haha! I need my cousin here. I feel so easily irritated and annoyed these days. I get so angry all the time because of the randomest and smallest matters. And most of all, I, CANNOT, STOP, THINKING. Which is bad at this rate because I think negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time will heal I guess. We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My life with all the ups and downs begun 3 years ago today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shelley&lt;/span&gt;, if you're reading this, it's not that I feel sad or anything la ok? I'm goooood. I'm actually glad that happened. v^________________^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert chicken GIF from tumblr here* (I REGRET NOTHING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2961889480784650907-9131209062434225568?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/9131209062434225568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=9131209062434225568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/9131209062434225568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/9131209062434225568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week.'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJR12hF5gY8/TdYLKC2TXYI/AAAAAAAACYQ/0VmSCwwDKGk/s72-c/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Subway-Wars-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7383837331012079956</id><published>2011-05-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:50:05.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burfdaaeee :)</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS EXAM DAY. Nevermind. MORAL TODAY. Nevermind. SEJARAH TODAY. Nevermind. SEJARAH PAPER 2! MIND! LOL! But it was okaaaaayy, I did study :P I've said this once and I'll say it again, Form 4 life is no play play. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday at 8pm, Marcus texted me with this,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Is it wrong to wish someone 4 hours before their birthday? :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was sleeping, my phone was vibrating non-stop. CAN'T EVEN SLEEP. Haha! But all the wishes very got heart, well appreciated, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I received lotsa weird weird and nice nice gifts, xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUzuqzTyvM/TdEhTFJHRVI/AAAAAAAACXo/-342boOOuws/s1600/DSCN2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUzuqzTyvM/TdEhTFJHRVI/AAAAAAAACXo/-342boOOuws/s400/DSCN2732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607299622734611794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xiao Fang wrote this. BORSE summore! Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's an Angry Bird. I see it also angry liao &amp;gt;&amp;lt; HAHAHA just kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went home after school, while unpacking my bad, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NfEM8oHf60/TdEhS9d6m0I/AAAAAAAACXg/vDiNa3DmvDQ/s1600/DSCN2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NfEM8oHf60/TdEhS9d6m0I/AAAAAAAACXg/vDiNa3DmvDQ/s400/DSCN2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607299620674378562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVUdS8Fv4RE/TdEf4VZo8KI/AAAAAAAACXY/mHuf851VmCM/s1600/DSCN2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVUdS8Fv4RE/TdEf4VZo8KI/AAAAAAAACXY/mHuf851VmCM/s400/DSCN2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607298063730798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGG I have a secret admirer :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IX56BJN5hHE/TdEf4E3NQCI/AAAAAAAACXQ/FyWABQcO5d4/s1600/DSCN2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IX56BJN5hHE/TdEf4E3NQCI/AAAAAAAACXQ/FyWABQcO5d4/s400/DSCN2735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607298059291410466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This secret admirer drew me summore :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0EIIeZE8sE/TdEf35V6gPI/AAAAAAAACXI/BN7ucAHHxrg/s1600/DSCN2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0EIIeZE8sE/TdEf35V6gPI/AAAAAAAACXI/BN7ucAHHxrg/s400/DSCN2736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607298056198979826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GIVE ME CHOCOLATE SUMMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo5gNTfc9yU/TdEf3srCijI/AAAAAAAACXA/MHVKluuCFG8/s1600/DSCN2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo5gNTfc9yU/TdEf3srCijI/AAAAAAAACXA/MHVKluuCFG8/s400/DSCN2737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607298052797925938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WANT TO BRO FIST ME THROUGH PEPAH SUMMORE! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;omg omg omg omg. some crazy psychopath has a crush on me! Crazy girl, if you're reading this, I LOVE YOU BANYAK-BANYAK! I was surprised to find that envelope in my bag, really :P You couldn't have just gave it to me. Haha! Thank you la :) BTW, you're not a secret anymore XD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*my love for you here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k7dDW6H4ok/TdEeELHJ6BI/AAAAAAAACW4/549oS5j1dNM/s1600/DSCN2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5k7dDW6H4ok/TdEeELHJ6BI/AAAAAAAACW4/549oS5j1dNM/s400/DSCN2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296068104087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from Soo Ping. She wrote me love letter. Gave it to me arching her back 90 degrees summore XD Haha! Juuuuuust kiddingggg. It's not a love letter. It's just a letter :P &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*contents shall not be shown here*&lt;/span&gt; problem? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMJ0E-O8lLw/TdEeD2LuI4I/AAAAAAAACWw/z0u2Zf4ckL8/s1600/DSCN2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMJ0E-O8lLw/TdEeD2LuI4I/AAAAAAAACWw/z0u2Zf4ckL8/s400/DSCN2739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296062486094722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from Lulu Tan :) You see, she sibeh free. Sejarah don't know got do anot one. XD Xiao xiao one she, made this out of smiles. So nice! So got heart. I like I like! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7u0DptLAps/TdEeDt71fyI/AAAAAAAACWo/2fyczya1J10/s1600/DSCN2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7u0DptLAps/TdEeDt71fyI/AAAAAAAACWo/2fyczya1J10/s400/DSCN2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296060271984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da Angry Bird from Xiao Fang :D&lt;br /&gt;(I very angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmP2p_nlHMo/TdEeDESxgoI/AAAAAAAACWg/Op16w0hNFI8/s1600/DSCN2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmP2p_nlHMo/TdEeDESxgoI/AAAAAAAACWg/Op16w0hNFI8/s400/DSCN2741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296049093902978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda hand writes names the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyLWV2jeLU0/TdEcHtZQkjI/AAAAAAAACWY/PsFfCQBvZtU/s1600/DSCN2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyLWV2jeLU0/TdEcHtZQkjI/AAAAAAAACWY/PsFfCQBvZtU/s400/DSCN2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607293929823179314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL she is God XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-R6kZv-nUI/TdEcHQV3BNI/AAAAAAAACWQ/5o83fP8VSbY/s1600/DSCN2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-R6kZv-nUI/TdEcHQV3BNI/AAAAAAAACWQ/5o83fP8VSbY/s400/DSCN2743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607293922024293586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyYouMk7V6Y/TdEcG7axIdI/AAAAAAAACWI/Is_jqS29OJA/s1600/DSCN2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyYouMk7V6Y/TdEcG7axIdI/AAAAAAAACWI/Is_jqS29OJA/s400/DSCN2744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607293916407734738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She awesomized Domokun :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*love from me to you here, amanda*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lotsa people wished me in school and also on facebook. Classmates wished the most of course. I'm happy :) Facebook seem so flooded wish wishes. Maybe it's because I decided to go on to their walls and thank them one by one, so it feels like a lot. Haha! But I really do appreciate each and every one of their wishes. It's nice. Even people I thought wouldn't wish me, wished me. I'm glad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to have dinner with my dad. We date :P After that, we walked back to the car, in the rain. It rained! Not very heavily, so walking in it was enjoying. I like walking in the rain :)&lt;br /&gt;Hopped into the car, it was raining right, and Mix.fm was playing this part of the song, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is there anyone out there cos it's getting harder and harder to breathe~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it copes well with the rain for some reason :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, some plastic bag was hanging on my gate. My dad went to bring it in. I opened it, revealing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GS687rYntiU/TdEarpDrmYI/AAAAAAAACWA/NHbygWzIlEU/s1600/DSCN2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GS687rYntiU/TdEarpDrmYI/AAAAAAAACWA/NHbygWzIlEU/s400/DSCN2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607292348110969218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evWk6H3jbGI/TdEarLl_3-I/AAAAAAAACV4/6Sy6dmZMYz4/s1600/DSCN2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evWk6H3jbGI/TdEarLl_3-I/AAAAAAAACV4/6Sy6dmZMYz4/s400/DSCN2748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607292340201840610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRyWyYkVpWY/TdEaqugxc6I/AAAAAAAACVw/Z3QUV3lDp40/s1600/DSCN2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRyWyYkVpWY/TdEaqugxc6I/AAAAAAAACVw/Z3QUV3lDp40/s400/DSCN2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607292332395295650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's from Deanna! :) She sent the gift to my house! This is just so LOL. And this afternoon I was threatening to delete her from my facebook friend because she didn't wish me. Hahaha! I LOVE YOU DEANNA! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *my love for you here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum bought me Tiramisu cake from Hilton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBA6qWlK0eg/TdEY25WHIjI/AAAAAAAACVo/5DIVa3CoxLg/s1600/DSCN2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBA6qWlK0eg/TdEY25WHIjI/AAAAAAAACVo/5DIVa3CoxLg/s400/DSCN2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607290342438543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big 1 &amp;amp; 6 ! I'm sixteen! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O52jxLDTha8/TdEY2ud8lfI/AAAAAAAACVg/MHvm0QS06iw/s1600/DSCN2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O52jxLDTha8/TdEY2ud8lfI/AAAAAAAACVg/MHvm0QS06iw/s400/DSCN2751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607290339518617074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzlhmC3Vdng/TdEX3OddhCI/AAAAAAAACVY/L3M2r52faO8/s1600/DSCN2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzlhmC3Vdng/TdEX3OddhCI/AAAAAAAACVY/L3M2r52faO8/s400/DSCN2755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607289248594887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm happy today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have all these awesome people around me to thank for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest darling,&lt;br /&gt;Your hugs are the best.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7383837331012079956?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7383837331012079956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7383837331012079956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7383837331012079956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7383837331012079956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/burfdaaeee.html' title='burfdaaeee :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUzuqzTyvM/TdEhTFJHRVI/AAAAAAAACXo/-342boOOuws/s72-c/DSCN2732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3091676626768991673</id><published>2011-05-14T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:26:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin down on friday</title><content type='html'>BC EXAM WAS TROLOLOLOL IN YESTERDAY TODAY! I have never cheated on a test like this before. This is just.. Kinda out of line. Well, not really. Just that we sit too far away from each other. XD So after yesterday day I will forever remember 苏轼 wrote 但愿人长久，千里共婵娟 and also this: 树欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不待. I will remember these. FOR SURE. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my xiao kia cousin came. She's actually studying at TARC, Saturday Sunday come visit me :P&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought us out tuh eat. Talked non-stop with her. College life is so funny. I mean, at least she made it sound like it. The lecturers are LOL and many interesting people from all around can be seen there. Really laughed my freakin ass off listening to her. Then she laughed her freakin ass off listening to what I have to say about my teachers and my friends too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached home, still didn't stop talking. Talked about how we cheat in exams during high school. MANNN WE ARE GOOD! HAHAHA. Really canNOT stop laughing. High school's exams are just for us to have fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Veg0O24DV0/Tc6NvplooPI/AAAAAAAACVQ/uP3_3PuVv28/s1600/DSCN2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Veg0O24DV0/Tc6NvplooPI/AAAAAAAACVQ/uP3_3PuVv28/s400/DSCN2726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606574435879919858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We laughed WHOLE night about this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;. LOOK AT IT! IT'S FREAKIN ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoIvujdvNfs/Tc6NvbNrxfI/AAAAAAAACVI/kLTvhNHAUfE/s1600/DSCN2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoIvujdvNfs/Tc6NvbNrxfI/AAAAAAAACVI/kLTvhNHAUfE/s400/DSCN2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606574432021366258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WMLdt7lzbQ/Tc6NvER1GnI/AAAAAAAACVA/4JPY-s-s1l0/s1600/DSCN2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WMLdt7lzbQ/Tc6NvER1GnI/AAAAAAAACVA/4JPY-s-s1l0/s400/DSCN2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606574425864739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDdD3eByqbQ/Tc6Nu8MjD9I/AAAAAAAACU4/o8JPcIkucIA/s1600/DSCN2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDdD3eByqbQ/Tc6Nu8MjD9I/AAAAAAAACU4/o8JPcIkucIA/s400/DSCN2731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606574423695101906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUTE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, times passes by pretty fast today. LOL. Usual Saturday stuff. Morning stuff, afternoon stuff, then tuition from 4pm till 7pm with the bunch. It was gooooooooooooood :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3091676626768991673?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3091676626768991673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3091676626768991673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3091676626768991673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3091676626768991673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/gettin-down-on-friday.html' title='gettin down on friday'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Veg0O24DV0/Tc6NvplooPI/AAAAAAAACVQ/uP3_3PuVv28/s72-c/DSCN2726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5838699174457932938</id><published>2011-05-05T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:06:09.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LG, Life's Good,</title><content type='html'>Today, I played volleyball with classmates after so long! Brings back lotsa memories from Form 2. Tho we're all not really good at it except Hiau Yun and Yen Chen, but we had fuuuuuunnn :) Keep hitting the ball to the roof x) But we awesome, can get back by ourselves. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I've made an amazing discovery, that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春 = Spring&lt;br /&gt;夏 = Summer&lt;br /&gt;秋 = Autumn&lt;br /&gt;冬 = Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! I've always thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt; was summer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt; was autumn and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; qiu&lt;/span&gt; was spring. If we hadn't talked about the weather in class today I still wouldn't know! Got a lecture in class by Shelley, Chi Hoe and Man Long in class today about the Four Seasons. Really fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, Tuesday I think, my seat in class, there were ants. Red, freaking, ants. And then, one of them little guys, BIT ME. IT BIT ME! LOL! This is the first time I got bitten by an ant. AND IT HURTS! For awhile, then it just got swollen like a tumor and red like tomato, and really really really really really really really ITCHY. I've been leaving it like that and not bothering it till today, just kept scratching it. Well, it didn't get better of course. It worsened. Then today in school, Shelley and Kai Hang have to keep stopping me from scratching myself. Especially Shelley because she's in the same class with me, sit beside me summore. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley adjusted her position between Miing Pin and I, and announced, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I am standing in between best friend and boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She cute sangat ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Shelley, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still really happy since Maroon 5 last Friday and Hypering with Himin and Shelley since Monday. Like, really really really really really happy. Yesterday, I was suddenly very hyper in Chemistry lab. Just suddenly sitting there, laughing like a motherfucker. And since Zhan Hang was sitting beside me, he had to cope with my hyperness. I was damn scary. Talking shit, asking shit like, "Zomok 你叫你的狗 'Fluffy'? 明明就不 fluffy." And he said, "要后面那个音maa.." And I said, "Zomok 不要叫 Goofy? 也是 'fy' maa." And that left him in -.- while I :O (trolollollololol) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else? I'm still spamming Maroon 5 songs like crazy. I can't help it! I'm super addicted to them! I tried listening to other songs, but I just keep craving for Maroon 5. I keep remembering my bro telling me that Slash's concert was better than Maroon 5's, but when I listen to Slash songs, I want more Maroon 5! LOL! Kena poison.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and I'm listening to PCD again. I used to listen to PCD songs quite frequently last time. But then they're slowly forgotten by me, don't know why. But then thanks to Himin, they're back to me again! Hahaha. Nicole Scherzinger has ABS! That's fucking HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing. (For the 74352630471937483705th time) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini Himin Ng's birthday! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN MIN&lt;/span&gt; :) Don't CHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8m2DmTxdB0E/TcJhrl-L7XI/AAAAAAAACUw/lEHMcH1k6T4/s1600/163280_1638996127203_1005761404_31741160_2239086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8m2DmTxdB0E/TcJhrl-L7XI/AAAAAAAACUw/lEHMcH1k6T4/s400/163280_1638996127203_1005761404_31741160_2239086_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603148287957527922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upload this photo because I think my blog is too wordy. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I always wonder what life would be without you,&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I only have to wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5838699174457932938?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5838699174457932938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5838699174457932938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5838699174457932938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5838699174457932938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/lg-lifes-good.html' title='LG, Life&apos;s Good,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8m2DmTxdB0E/TcJhrl-L7XI/AAAAAAAACUw/lEHMcH1k6T4/s72-c/163280_1638996127203_1005761404_31741160_2239086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-3012670173225917382</id><published>2011-05-02T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T04:52:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't CHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAD A REALLY FUN DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kai Hang's house for group studying today. There were quite a lot of us. Shelley, Himin, Wei Li, Chi Hoe, Marcus, Bryan, Xiao Fang, Man Long, himself, and of course me. And our Sejarah teacher - Weng Key. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite successful. Finished Bab 1 and Bab 4 in.. 2 or 3 hours? Of course, we had our own sweet time chitting and chatting, backstabbing and front-stabbing and stuff like that. With them ah, make Ribena also so happy. XD And Weng Key being with us this bunch of crazy monkeys, really triggers his sampat-ness I guess. I mean, before this when he teach us Sejarah, he still answers seriously even after we ask stupid questions. Today, he really zat us gao gao. Haha! Xiao Fang kena most I think, thumbs up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having lunch, kept laughing and backstabbing people. We are so evil. Shelley is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAM&lt;/span&gt; feeling so fly like a cheesecake. After crapping, we continued with Chapter 4. Really laugh die us. So many funny names and stuff like that. Then the studying stopped when Marcus Bryan Kai Hang started watching some video they claimed to be FOOD PORN, Wei Li and Man Long started playing with highlighters, and well, Shelley and I just slacked there. Then I announced, "我不想读了咯", then everyone was like closing their books and say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"不想读不要读了啦"&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! 损友s will forever be 损友s. Forever loved (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went playing around. Himin and I were suddenly high, and I asked her, "要跳舞吗" and she's like, "走啦." Then we went dancing around. It started with ballet. Because I really miss ballet, doing pirouettes and grande battements and grande jettes and stuff like that, it was all in normal mood. Then suddenly, I asked her about the Mask Party Danceworld had before, and she taught me a sexy dance with the song Don't Cha by pussycat dolls. Then we kept playing playing, then Shelley joined us, then we go kacau Wei Li and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE STARTED TO GET HIGH. WHIPPING OUR HAIR ROUND N ROUND N ROUND, DANCING MACARENA, DANCING DONT CHA. OMG! WE WERE LIKE CLUBBING! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun today. I miss it already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau Yin Huan's heart ada dengan saya ! YEAH! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY BABY, I EFFIN LOOOOOOVE YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts again tomorrow. Why? WHY????? LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN with awesomeness :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-3012670173225917382?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/3012670173225917382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=3012670173225917382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3012670173225917382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/3012670173225917382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-cha.html' title='Don&apos;t CHA'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-487668201890298849</id><published>2011-05-01T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:27:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply random,</title><content type='html'>"Hey hey, guess who I saw during the concert yesterday night."&lt;br /&gt;*guess random names*&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooo.."&lt;br /&gt;*random name*&lt;br /&gt;"Wrongg.."&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk. Tell me. Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw Adam Levine.."&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"James Valentine.."&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jesse Carmichael.."&lt;br /&gt;"Wh- OH..ohhhh.. daaaamnnn.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHELLEY GOT PWNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我们这里很严的，抽烟的，头发染到 fi li fa lok 的，我们都不会租给他们的.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"如果他们搬了进来才染leh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;包租公 GOT PWNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know they always make weird body gestures when they sing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea.."&lt;br /&gt;"Sissy body gestures.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What sissy? It's called SEXY ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BRO GOT PWNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a video of the Royal Wedding. One word, SWAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched CDs of performance of us when we were just primary school kids. Damn we were short, cute, but sexy. XD I can't stop laughing at some performance and I kinda admire the us back then, so flexible, so active in participating in activities, SO CUTE, SO YOUNG. Hahaha! I sound so old here, when I'm really still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, I don't feel like doing anything, I miss him, I miss my Ah Lau Yin Huan, I wanna sleep but it's almost dinner time. WHAT TO DO. Only thing to do nao is youtubing Maroon 5 songs non-stop. Bo bian, using my bro's laptop. The songs are in the other comp. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I feel so lifeless today. Probably because I'm in the slacky mood, but exams are really near and I don't feel like studying today and I feel guilty for slacking without studying which leaves me half-hanging and it's not a bloody good feeling. Shit. Can we just freakin get on with the exams already? LOL. Tho I haven't studied much and I know I'd probably die if I get bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so vulgar. I really am. The way I talk makes myself omg when I think it back. Now even my bro says I'm vulgar. I can't help it, first problem, myself of course, second, TOO MANY @!##$@#%^ IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-487668201890298849?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/487668201890298849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=487668201890298849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/487668201890298849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/487668201890298849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/05/simply-random.html' title='simply random,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4071744521203376524</id><published>2011-04-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:58:40.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon sexy 5</title><content type='html'>So it was Maroon 5's concert. My bro went. And I was like, "WHAT?! WHY NEVER ASK ME?" And he was like, "I go with my friends wo, you wanna go meh?" Then fine lo, don't go then don't go lo. I WAS SO SAD MAN! Hahaha! Maroon 5 ah! Maroon 5 is really my first favourite rock band, which is, since.. Standard 5 or something. I have a big fat juicy celebrity crush on Adam Levine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I was really disappointed because I didn't get to go. But theeeennnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6XE6v8a8_o/TbtpUu-ghxI/AAAAAAAACUo/9eSWoLEosGc/s1600/DSCN2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6XE6v8a8_o/TbtpUu-ghxI/AAAAAAAACUo/9eSWoLEosGc/s400/DSCN2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601186366493853458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWWW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kai Hang's mum got free tickets and so he has 3 tickets so he brought Kah Kien and I to da conceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeert! OMG THAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were awesome! The fans are awesome! We were awesome! (Though we didn't do much, too enjoy liao XD) Overall, it was just.. Awesomeness EXPLODING. Everywhere, active girl fans shouting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"ADAM!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"WE LOVE YOU ADAM!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;oh c'mon, WHO DOESN'T? :D He's ADAM fucking LEVINE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough with the Adam obsession. This is only the second concert I've been to, and yea, it was freakin awesome. Which is &amp;gt; than good :D Because it's MAROON 5, and I went with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4071744521203376524?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4071744521203376524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4071744521203376524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4071744521203376524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4071744521203376524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/maroon-sexy-5.html' title='Maroon sexy 5'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6XE6v8a8_o/TbtpUu-ghxI/AAAAAAAACUo/9eSWoLEosGc/s72-c/DSCN2722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6280998765075997009</id><published>2011-04-25T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T02:23:42.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while they're here :)</title><content type='html'>Today's a holiday for us sentosarians. Guess people are busy  studying since it's REALLY near exams. I know I should be doing  something about it, I did. But then, without people around I will feel  bored and when I feel bored I just waste my time facebooking or  whatsoever. So, I asked Shelley and Wei Li to come, need companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them to come at 12pm. Shelley was 30 minutes late while Wei Li was 3 hours late. These people are never punctual. NEVAAAA. Used to it already. Haha. They had it easier lo. They had exercises to do, I had to READ because I have none. Sigh, so tiring. XD (OK, SKIP those stuff we studied ok? I couldn't very well explain what I read from Sejarah XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were bored, so we played with my pointe shoes XD Too loose for them la, I have pretty big feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpYsGifnDU/TbVp2BFTQfI/AAAAAAAACUg/st0v0ytiVN8/s1600/DSCN2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpYsGifnDU/TbVp2BFTQfI/AAAAAAAACUg/st0v0ytiVN8/s400/DSCN2715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599498088429601266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my neck. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJR1-_wdhA/TbVp1xavf4I/AAAAAAAACUY/7aYm107p4UQ/s1600/DSCN2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJR1-_wdhA/TbVp1xavf4I/AAAAAAAACUY/7aYm107p4UQ/s400/DSCN2721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599498084224565122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon my fat legs, I don't care XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we showed Wei Li the Friday video by Rebecca Black. She never watched it before. Unacceptable, unbelievable XD And I showed them the extremely funny parody and we LOL-ed non-stop. My neighbours might think we're crazy. Well, we kinda are actually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFYMeMmt-DQ/TbVp1v3gflI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IJ-2F_LHxBs/s1600/216219_2035016353959_1200690569_2464605_4610369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFYMeMmt-DQ/TbVp1v3gflI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IJ-2F_LHxBs/s400/216219_2035016353959_1200690569_2464605_4610369_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599498083808345682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm feeling so fly like a cheesecake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL OUR EPICNESS AND AWESOMENESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jNVgmF1ABA/TbVp1ZFeiVI/AAAAAAAACUI/MoSMf2_HbM4/s1600/215724_2035018554014_1200690569_2464611_5555162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jNVgmF1ABA/TbVp1ZFeiVI/AAAAAAAACUI/MoSMf2_HbM4/s400/215724_2035018554014_1200690569_2464611_5555162_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599498077692922194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeseacke? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK, saya cinta akan mereka banyak-banyak. Super addicted to Friday. I mean, the lyrics are now stuck in my head. Everywhere I go, everyone I see, it's "It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday~" in my head. F it. Daaaaaamnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6280998765075997009?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6280998765075997009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6280998765075997009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6280998765075997009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6280998765075997009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/while-theyre-here.html' title='while they&apos;re here :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpYsGifnDU/TbVp2BFTQfI/AAAAAAAACUg/st0v0ytiVN8/s72-c/DSCN2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4847121657784564985</id><published>2011-04-24T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T05:47:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-CRAZEH</title><content type='html'>The midnight I had was crazy! I've never sit alone in front of a computer alone until so late before, never mind LAUGHING LIKE CRAP alone at home at midnight when everyone's asleep. Well, actually, my brother was playing Portal 2 beside me, but his headphones were up, so yea, I'm alone. Facebook spamming with Kai Hang Himin and Xiao Fang. OMG, really laugh until cannot stop. (I xiao one ma XD) Himin and Xiao Fang were really funny, spamming each other's wall with lyrics of the song Can't Take My Eyes Off You. Keep telling each other, "I LOVE YOU BABYYY~" I liked every single one of their spams to each other XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then before the spams started, I was online chatting with ma cousin Lau Yin Huan. She ahhh, very funny lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, book ticket, next year come Sandakan again."&lt;br /&gt;"I go for what? See orangutan ah? Or go temple?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, and church."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea lo. Or go church? You come KL la. But actually KL nothing one, got shopping malls only."&lt;br /&gt;"LOL, you haven't go crocodile farm before also."&lt;br /&gt;"See what?"&lt;br /&gt;"GO CROCODILE FARM OF COURSE SEE CROCODILE LA. IF NOT YOU WANT SEE WHAT? BUTTERFLY AH? OR ORANGUTAN?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you gonna sleep early today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno, see first. I woke up at 12pm today, but slept at 3am."&lt;br /&gt;"Why so early sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno, I sampat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So LOL la she. Awesomeness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never laughed at so late before. Last time I did was with the awesome gang of friends of mine. When, you ask? Aiya, we everywhere every time one la. Go where also happy, talk about what also can so high. And of course, when I'm back at Perak with my cousins, no need to sleep one. Everyday high until 5 or 6  in the morning :P Ahhh, these people around me. All so hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, when having lunch in the kitchen with my brother, I repeated the conversation I had with my tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These two, are sisters, so they're called Sister Chromatids."&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't they be brother chromatids?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it motherboard not fatherboard? Why is it mother nature not father nature?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea lo, I'm wondering also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this restaurant we go, called Mum's Place. So I asked him, "Why is it MUM's place? What about dad's place?" And he's like, "Cos mothers are usually nice, loving, beautiful, caring, I don't know what that has to do with a chromosome tho, maybe that's why they only call it a sister chromatid but no MOTHER CHROMOSOMES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then there's daughter cell, why no mother cell? only PARENT cells. What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon us, we sibeh random one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Liddat lo. I should so be studying right nao. Form 4 is not play play business maaannnn, but omg, so lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4847121657784564985?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4847121657784564985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4847121657784564985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4847121657784564985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4847121657784564985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/c-crazeh.html' title='C-CRAZEH'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-8567642241763404374</id><published>2011-04-22T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:39:52.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun~</title><content type='html'>LOL lotsa relatives at KL nao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 小姑 from Sarawak, who is my dad's younger sister, is the most well-known shopaholic in the family. And on Thursday, her family came living in my house, AND, my parents were out, and my bro was out, leaving me alone at home with them. And they don't know the way around town so I have to guide them. OMGGGGG, they can walk pasar malam like xiao. XD! I'm gonna die there. SO DARN PACKED. I hate that place, I only go there like.. Once a year for food, most times when I want food there just ask people to go there and help me buy, I mean, if they're going. Haha, what am I even saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, which is Friday, my uncle, which is my dad's elder brother, came to KL from Perak to look for a room for my cousin. She's coming to KL to study! Fun fun fun~ But hor, TARC is at Setapak which is damn far from here. The first two rooms we looked, walao, SMALL LIKE.. I dont even know like what. You know our school's Bilik Pengawas? It's only half the size. Wait wait, SMALLER THAN THAT! My dad even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reminded&lt;/span&gt; her to not bring a bolster because if she does, then she would be fighting for space with it. LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at last, the third one was more livable. Bigger and brighter. So they took it! :D Quite syok one lo that room. The apartment was better also. After everything was done, it was already almost 11pm. And coming home from Setapak is like.. 30 minutes of drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, during the whole room-hunting experience, my cousin and I kept singing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "It's Friday~ Friday~ Gotta get down on Fridaaayy~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Partyin partyin, YEAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG. Even when it's already 11pm and we were dead tired, we were still like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"faster faster! one more hour only! tomorrow cannot sing liao, 'friday, friday~ gettin down on fridaayy~' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's school. School is awesome and fun like always. Amanda is awesome for changing the Like A G6 lyrics to Like A Cheesecake. Added actions summore! You know these random and catchy stuff, when showed to Shelley and I, we would imitate it non-stop and then everyone would know and so nao, everyone is singing "Like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;, like a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;, na na na na, now I'm feeling so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fly&lt;/span&gt;, like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;", with action. SIBEH EPIC AND LAUGH DIE. Especially when done in whole group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I like Chinese teachers who make 三国演义 sounds sooooo damn cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's all buh baii :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Hari ini Desmond's birthday and I guess the plan of singing birthday song for him every period from different classes kinda failed. XD But anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DESMOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-8567642241763404374?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/8567642241763404374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=8567642241763404374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8567642241763404374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/8567642241763404374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun~'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1073395126378029479</id><published>2011-04-19T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:16:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, DEANNA</title><content type='html'>So it's my awesome bitch sister's birthday today, and the three of us  really think until kepala pecah what to do for her on this glorious day.  Keep thinking, "what to buy for her?" "what does she lack?" "no lo, she  has everything!" At the end, I said, "she needs love, one can never  have too much love" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she have athlete training until 4:30pm, and will be home by 5pm, we pakat-ed with her mum, her bro and  her kakak, and we sneaked into her house, trashed her kitchen and made  her a cup of cake, and trashed her room. We went to her house from school at 3:30pm. While walking out of school,  we saw her, she was like, "去哪里?" and we were like, "回家啦." :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making her cake, her  kakak was too busy helping us, that she totally forgotten about the  water she's filling in the aquarium, then the water overflowed and her  kitchen banjir. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of how to hide and surprise her and stuff, Deon suddenly announced, "they coming back already." Then we panicked! And things kinda failed, I mean, the surprising her thing. Good thing Amanda succeeded tho :D The surprised look on her cute face. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;PS, the cake we made was delicious. Said everyone including her mum and bro :D Of course ma, it's with love mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "我知道你们会做东西的。刚才在学校就知道了，可是回家hor，有没有看到鞋子哦，然后我就很sad咯。" (We hid our shoes of course XD) “我妈妈在车上什么都没有讲咯” :D Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Deanna said something very cute after she got surprised and finished eating the banana pie her mum bought and the cake we made, she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"let's go play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnIDYm6ijtw/Ta15RFdrH3I/AAAAAAAACUA/S8jPjWiTIC4/s1600/221773_2022097871005_1200690569_2441513_2411123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnIDYm6ijtw/Ta15RFdrH3I/AAAAAAAACUA/S8jPjWiTIC4/s400/221773_2022097871005_1200690569_2441513_2411123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597263246322769778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwwww hugs :)&lt;br /&gt;*Note that she finished our cup of love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJCBGsBvylc/Ta15QyEve0I/AAAAAAAACT4/HS_xOzbpiUY/s1600/218037_2022095790953_1200690569_2441507_4069891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJCBGsBvylc/Ta15QyEve0I/AAAAAAAACT4/HS_xOzbpiUY/s400/218037_2022095790953_1200690569_2441507_4069891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597263241117924162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bitch sisters, they are very very very very very very very very LOVED :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we went out to "play" lo. 我背着Deanna跑 while Amanda 背着Shelley跑. Deanna was like, "faster faster! 比赛比赛!" hahahaha! Very hard la aunty! Both of us so sweaty and sticky which makes us SLIPPERY XD! Then we went sitting at the playground, shouting songs. Who needs Red Box? With the three of them, it can be a karaoke ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK I really enjoyed today with them. They so awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9DmdUN_OM/Ta15QtDJrxI/AAAAAAAACTw/Am3-_GfkNK8/s1600/217048_2022091670850_1200690569_2441496_1945306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9DmdUN_OM/Ta15QtDJrxI/AAAAAAAACTw/Am3-_GfkNK8/s400/217048_2022091670850_1200690569_2441496_1945306_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597263239769075474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tak kenal mereka punye. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEANNA I LOVE YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1073395126378029479?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1073395126378029479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1073395126378029479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1073395126378029479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1073395126378029479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-deanna.html' title='happy birthday, DEANNA'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnIDYm6ijtw/Ta15RFdrH3I/AAAAAAAACUA/S8jPjWiTIC4/s72-c/221773_2022097871005_1200690569_2441513_2411123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4432091637101522580</id><published>2011-04-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:54:27.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; who decides my freaking tuition's time. If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; were the one who arranged my tuition, THINK, would I be stupid enough to purposely put it at the same time the other activity I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to attend? "You paid fees already one wo, why you arrange your tuition on Saturday leh?" HELLO. My tuition also paid fees already one la. Ask until liddat, then why must you arrange the class on Saturday leh? FUCK. Both of it are with TEAMS ok? Fucking us your brain before you fucking talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, no one fucking asked you all to wait for me to finish tuition to eat. You don't volunteer to wait, and then complain and blame me and my tuition for it. Like I use gun force you to wait like that = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME FOR NOT HAVING SUPER POWERS OR BEING THE BOSS OF ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING JUST SO IT WILL CAUSE CONVENIENCE FOR YOU PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-4432091637101522580?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4432091637101522580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4432091637101522580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4432091637101522580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4432091637101522580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-of-all-it-wasnt-me-who-decides-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-5631391130302394535</id><published>2011-04-14T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:27:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;OK YOU CAN STOP SPAMMING NAO! HAHAHA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will be tonight and I will do Sejarah nota, and then it will be tomorrow, and I'll be looking forward to it because there's no BC class. And soon it will be Saturday, and it will pass by very fast because I have 4 hours tuition with my awesome friends. And I'll be looking forward to Shelley's return. And then it'll be Sunday and I'll call her because I have no idea if she's coming back on Friday or Saturday or morning afternoon or night, and I'll tell her stuff Pn Sujata and Pn Tan said. And soon it will be back to weeks in school, with all my friends I love so much. They make time fly by, and then soon it will be exam week. Exam week ma, pass by very fast one. And then holidays will come, and I'll probably go for addmaths tuition, or maybe if people organize outings and invite me. Then after holidays, school will start again, and it will be June, and soon it will be HARI SUKAN! Then then, it will be July, then soon it'll be HARI PAMERAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I can only think of as far as July. I don't even know what event we'll have after Hari Pameran. Make more events! They're fun! Haha. Soooooooo much to be looking forward to! I can't wait! Have a great feeling this year will be great! Though I sometimes really miss 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张宇的“捨得”很好听！虽然我现在没有这种emo的感觉，可是还是很喜欢这几段，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="dl"&gt;难 爱与不爱都很难 怕只剩一种感觉叫遗憾&lt;br /&gt;乱 怎么整理还是乱 你给的是不确定的答案&lt;br /&gt;换 我的真心谁肯换 让彼此爱得有点安全感&lt;br /&gt;缠 放开手一样纠缠 你眼里已经泄漏了不安&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很美 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平时班上白板上会写：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;“明天记得带报纸！不带者则死！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还要有人写在那边问，“怎样死？”&lt;br /&gt;过后还要有人reply，“操死。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天特别，写着：&lt;br /&gt;“明天请记得带报纸。&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;谢谢合作&lt;/span&gt;。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有礼貌几多！理由是因为不一样的人写。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一句比较引人注意的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;“明天李老师没有来。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以明天很早就可以回家了，happy WS is happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的邻居们 4A11，我们明天没有上华语，你们可以放心地 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HOU!"&lt;/span&gt; 到乱 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK buh baaaaaaiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-5631391130302394535?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/5631391130302394535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=5631391130302394535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5631391130302394535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/5631391130302394535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/awwwwwwwww-yeeeeeeaaaaaaaa.html' title='AWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1535140752909742151</id><published>2011-04-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T04:22:09.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it goes on,</title><content type='html'>So I guess everyone knows where Shelley is now, that day, this conversation between Pn Sujata and I happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the heck&lt;/span&gt; is Shelley?"&lt;br /&gt;"She went to Korea."&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm here thinking that she's sick!"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher I told you yesterday when you asked, you didn't hear.."&lt;br /&gt;"What is she doing there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Holiday. She said her mum wanna see flowers."&lt;br /&gt;"If she calls you or if you call her or when she's back, tell her to write a poem about flowers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Tan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;"Korea."&lt;br /&gt;"Holiday ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;"When she come back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember to ask for souvenir from her&lt;/span&gt;. We're here working and she go holiday.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Zahidah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eih mana Ho Shelley? Tak datang lagi ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dia pergi Koreaaaa.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh pergi Koreeaaa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. OMG I MISS HER LO. One week only leh, I already kinda beh tahan liao. Now I understand why high school is so hard to leave. Think about it, I miss my best friend because she went to Korea for holiday for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A WEEK&lt;/span&gt;. When I leave high school, I won't just be parting from my best friend, I'll be parting from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;of my wicked awesome best friend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;We only live once, but now I kinda don't know what I wanna do with this life now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you really should talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If she does, I hope you  don't hide anything, give her a chance to be there for you, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1535140752909742151?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1535140752909742151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1535140752909742151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1535140752909742151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1535140752909742151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-goes-on.html' title='it goes on,'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-4486368641308382573</id><published>2011-04-09T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:01:15.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelleeeeeeey :)</title><content type='html'>"omg I feel like crying."&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me wanna cry."&lt;br /&gt;"What? WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cos I'm trying to help you but you don't wanna tell me. Will affect me one you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because you're my best friend! We're on soul in two bodies! I feel what you feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel so good."&lt;br /&gt;"That's because you're not crying, you need to cry, COOMMEE ONN, let it aaaallll outtt.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have good friends."&lt;br /&gt;*stares at her*&lt;br /&gt;"Know why?"&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;"Because I have good friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best bestfriend. No shit :)&lt;br /&gt;She's in Korea now. I miss her already. Next school week how to live? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7wZjn8AZr0/TaDyR-4qcJI/AAAAAAAACTo/bLU5M54v2fY/s1600/28533_1457259110389_1200690569_1308377_3840290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7wZjn8AZr0/TaDyR-4qcJI/AAAAAAAACTo/bLU5M54v2fY/s400/28533_1457259110389_1200690569_1308377_3840290_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593737127946514578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2961889480784650907-4486368641308382573?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/4486368641308382573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=4486368641308382573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4486368641308382573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/4486368641308382573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/shelleeeeeeey.html' title='Shelleeeeeeey :)'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7wZjn8AZr0/TaDyR-4qcJI/AAAAAAAACTo/bLU5M54v2fY/s72-c/28533_1457259110389_1200690569_1308377_3840290_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-1280851346482575068</id><published>2011-04-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:36:07.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sodium goes KA-BOOM</title><content type='html'>Monday during add maths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is our next class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow I'm not here, you all very happy, clap."&lt;br /&gt;*CLAPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during English, we were asked to write a four-liner. So we wrote, and Shelley went presenting it. It went like this when Pn. Sujata looked at our work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' "colour of butter, shape of cups", awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"like the stars in the open sky", awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"mesmerizing me", awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"leaving me in awe", awesome.&lt;br /&gt;OK! VERY GOOD!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion, her comment on our masterpiece is: AWESOME. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had four periods of relief today, so we did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9kf4caQwPk/TZwUXlgFYnI/AAAAAAAACTY/pQ0OMI_LGaY/s1600/216315_1990401918626_1200690569_2403177_7540106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9kf4caQwPk/TZwUXlgFYnI/AAAAAAAACTY/pQ0OMI_LGaY/s400/216315_1990401918626_1200690569_2403177_7540106_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592367232723542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diagram 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's actually what happened that day when they all came to my house for Moral project. We had to run to some basketball court down my house to get Chi Hoe because I gave the wrong direction, and also because Yen Lu told him the wrong info about where my house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagram 1 shows that Chi Hoe is saying WTF because we were nowhere to be seen and I told him we're going to get him. I am running very fast and talking on the phone with him. Man Long had a miss call from Shelley. Shelley and Zhan Hang were on the phone, Shelley asking him where are we going and Zhan Hang telling her we're going to get Chi Hoe. Yen Lu, Xiao Fang, Aaron and Hao Jin are waiting at my house. While Kai Hang was at home sleeping. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chemistry, Mr. Lim showed us the experiment involving throwing Sodium into the water to watch it catch fire and explode :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want more, you must clap ahh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, when 4A12 did this experiment, we were in Physics lab and 4A11 were in Biology lab. Today we do this experiment, 4A11 were in Bio lab again XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about us, we like clapping and shouting "HOU!" a lot. So just nao when the Sodium was threw into the water, we two classes clapped and shouted "HOU!". Want more ma. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard someone asking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why dont throw F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rancium?"&lt;/span&gt; Then I asked Shelley, "yea lo, why dont throw Francium?" And she was like, "ARE YOU CRAZY? LATER WHOLE BLOCK GONE!" HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent kokurikulum time with Cyclops, and also my dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai Ma&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADe3na6k4vA/TZwUX4uIIaI/AAAAAAAACTg/6smgxweNPQY/s1600/208555_1990403918676_1200690569_2403189_378061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADe3na6k4vA/TZwUX4uIIaI/AAAAAAAACTg/6smgxweNPQY/s400/208555_1990403918676_1200690569_2403189_378061_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592367237882716578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diagram 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZHAN HANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-1280851346482575068?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/1280851346482575068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=1280851346482575068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1280851346482575068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/1280851346482575068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/sodium-goes-ka-boom.html' title='Sodium goes KA-BOOM'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9kf4caQwPk/TZwUXlgFYnI/AAAAAAAACTY/pQ0OMI_LGaY/s72-c/216315_1990401918626_1200690569_2403177_7540106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7817258005225502367</id><published>2011-04-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:34:18.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Ming :D</title><content type='html'>Back then when we exaggerate about the weather being hot, it'll be like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so hot I'm gonna melt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these days, we should say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so fucking hot I'm gonna fucking evaporate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I think I might! You can just stand there and do nothing and still feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ching ming was gooooood. It was kinda sad though, life is pretty unfair isn't it? Always taking the good people away too early. In the car, on the way to the grave, I listen to three of my cousins talk about our dearest grandfather. I never knew him though, don't even remember seeing him. In my mind, the first time I saw him, he's already lying in the coffin. I was 3. I really would like to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took photos like crazy, yes, at the graves. We went to my great-grandparents' graves, my grand-uncle's grave and we spent time longest at my grandfather's grave. It was fun actually. Sitting there talking casually like he's really with us. In a way he is right? LOL. Ah Wen even told me when he passed away, we took a photo with the coffin. Everyone were like sad, crying. While the two of us took the photo like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;v^^v&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA. I laughed like crap, while she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I HAVE THE PHOTO TO PROVE IT!"&lt;/span&gt; So after that we took one with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;v^^v&lt;/span&gt; at the grave :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went eating at Tambun, then went to Penang, Gurney Plaza. AND WHAT COINCIDENCE! I saw JACLYN WONG there! I SAW JACLYN WONG AT PENANG! I've never ran into her in KL before. Not even once. And then I saw her there, IN PENANG! My day made just like that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched World Invasion. OMG IT'S SO FREAKIN AWESOME! Went back to Perak at about 1:10am, reached about 2:30am, then, I GO BATH. XD Then I fell sick the next day. Noob. Summore it was like I had a hangover. I woke up and I cant find my money. Rupa-rupanya I threw into the dustbin. HAHAHA. NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammed in class with Cyclops awesomely :D&lt;br /&gt;BC class is forever fun. Unless she brings out the terror of 文言文.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today in class, I was like dicekik hantu. I drank water and then suddenly SPAT it out. Like a FOUNTAIN. XD! Shelley was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OI NI ZOMOK?!"&lt;/span&gt; and Chi Hoe was SLOOOOOWWW, like after 10 seconds Shelley said that, then only he turned to me, and say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"喷到我哦..."&lt;/span&gt; LOL! And everyone around was just like O.O HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Liddat looooo.. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7817258005225502367?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7817258005225502367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7817258005225502367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7817258005225502367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7817258005225502367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/04/ching-ming-d.html' title='Ching Ming :D'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-7744995004142894099</id><published>2011-03-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:01:54.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“今天老师没有来。”&lt;br /&gt;“你又懂？”&lt;br /&gt;“他们讲的。”&lt;br /&gt;“谁？我没有讲咯。”&lt;br /&gt;“ManLong讲的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man Long points at Chi Hoe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Esmond 讲的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;“不可以信的！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao you all, like this meh? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorized the whole freakin karangan for ujian lisan. Fuck Yea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIuYwT7ALCo/TZGB3TY7HvI/AAAAAAAACTQ/eBo8ZgRJK-Q/s1600/tumblr_lirqks5rMj1qh4b54o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIuYwT7ALCo/TZGB3TY7HvI/AAAAAAAACTQ/eBo8ZgRJK-Q/s400/tumblr_lirqks5rMj1qh4b54o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589391399641095922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows I love ballet, so he sent me this picture. But why didn't he send me himself? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-7744995004142894099?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/7744995004142894099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=7744995004142894099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7744995004142894099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/7744995004142894099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/03/manlong-man-long-points-at-chi-hoe.html' title=''/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIuYwT7ALCo/TZGB3TY7HvI/AAAAAAAACTQ/eBo8ZgRJK-Q/s72-c/tumblr_lirqks5rMj1qh4b54o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-6546765169591472204</id><published>2011-03-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T04:30:31.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;你的手，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;全世界最好牵的 :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这篇周记有你就很容易写了 hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很random的，还在这边blog in华语. OMG betul XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Add Maths 不容易了 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da EdN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961889480784650907-6546765169591472204?l=letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/feeds/6546765169591472204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2961889480784650907&amp;postID=6546765169591472204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6546765169591472204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961889480784650907/posts/default/6546765169591472204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsdancegetoffthefloor-tws.blogspot.com/2011/03/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>WS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04167648523261661261</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/-rl_mDeaSzNY/TrJZJjdhBdI/AAAAAAAACss/Vocofr_KFRo/s220/DSCN3739_picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961889480784650907.post-2437515884883509013</id><published>2011-03-25T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T04:38:55.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont judge meeee! lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m talking to somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody disappointed me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I cried today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have had more then five gf/bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’d give a cheater another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I (am) been in a relationship with somebody shorter than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I (am) been in a relationship with somebody taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve liked somebody that didn’t like me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been liked by somebody that I didn’t like back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve kissed under the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve had a crush on two people at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve kissed somebody of the same sex as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody from the opposite sex has made me cry before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight with somebody from the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been in a relationship that lasted less then a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been in a relationship that lasted over a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been proposed to more then once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I need the approval of my friends/family before getting into a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been told that I am funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I laughed so hard today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know how to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I drive fast when I am mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have crashed a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I own designer clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t like to wear sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have medium long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to skateboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to snowboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to play basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to play tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to play hockey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to a club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to a museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been to Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would try almost anything once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve smoked before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve drank before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am an alcoholic. LAWL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have tried drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to try drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m a current high school student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m a current college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have had a GPA higher then 3.5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hug somebody daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I kiss somebody daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I drive daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I say “I love you” daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have written a letter to somebody recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have cried myself to sleep before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have stayed up all night because I was worried about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have read the bible more then twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could, I would move to a different country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl who has a lower income than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl who doesn’t go to school because they are lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl who doesn’t have a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl who can’t find a job due to the economy situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl with a criminal history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would date a guy/girl that to my knowledge has cheated before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have my own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a TV in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My room is always messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I play video games daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a diamond ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wear make up every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have more then five piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I buy new clothes every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I memorize my parents cell phone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It took me a week to memorize my cell phone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite color is either yellow, white, purple or black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been told that I can sing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been told that I’m crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been told that I’m a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody has told me that they loved me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody has told me that they hate me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody has told me that they would do anything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My best friend has se
