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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my plan to clear up my room was abandoned halfway and so my table is now in an absolute mess. my bed too. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1234338495700201565?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1234338495700201565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-plan-to-clear-up-my-room-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1234338495700201565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1234338495700201565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-plan-to-clear-up-my-room-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-9014616510275543478</id><published>2009-05-29T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:04:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this place is becoming more and more personal. it's really because hardly anyone reads this. i quite like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-9014616510275543478?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2794317689754000296</id><published>2009-05-29T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:08:46.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took the circle line yesterday with my mum. she commented that the trains were going at a very fast speed and i told her it's all a bluff - they just made it to feel like it's going very fast..... i guess i didnt know what i was talking about! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;they have like people in red shirts standing at the escalators and at random corners to direct people to the right platforms, which were all quite unneccessary &lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt; because i figured it all out by myself! ha! the signboards and arrows were generally rather easily understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also couldnt help overhearing a long conversation on a bus, between 2 boys who looked to be younger than me. one of them had a hideous pink fringe and was wearing an equally hideous pair of pants which looked like it was matched together using random pieces of cloth. the other one was lanky and bespectacled and though he spoke english that is of an acceptable standard, he stuttered quite an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;they were blabbering away so loudly you wouldve thought both of them were slightly deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were talking about girls. and not in a nice way, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;if twitter was based on their conversation, 'fuck' and 'fucking' would be at the top of the list of trending topics. i seriously dont undertstand why some people have to swear at least 3 times in only 1 sentence. there is really no meaning in swearing if you swear so much. maybe they think it's cool, which really is the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;they were openly sharing their intimate moments with their girlfriends. &lt;em&gt;the details&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if they werent so stupid they wouldve thought to keep their volume down.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, i seriously, honestly, doubt they did all the things they said to each other.&lt;br /&gt;it definitely sounded more like bragging. right, boys their age do stupid and childish things like that.&lt;br /&gt;bespectacled? stuttering? small eyes? beng? in my opinion, all these are not, in any way, characteristics of a jock. (which he claims himself to be)&lt;br /&gt;the other one looked pretty messed up. so he was more convincing in telling messed up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire bus journey was about 45 mins and they didnt so much as stop to take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine this: top deck of the bus. every seat taken. little nyonya showing on mobile tv. everyone looking very engrossed in watching the overrated drama. 2 boys sitting at the head of the deck jabbering away loudly about seemingly obscene topics. and me. sitting at the head of the deck too, beside them, and cursing myself for forgetting my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, im happy that i'm home for almost the whole of today. i feel like i need to sort some things out to get the momentum of the holidays going. haha WEIRDO! speaking of which, i think that all of us are weird in our own ways, as in we all have a weirdo in us. it's just a matter of whether you let it show or not. and of course, the definition of weird is also open to interpretations. being weird is not entirely bad, is it? it also contributes to an individual's uniqueness, no? i'd bet great people are also very weird people. HAHA yeah i cant believe i actually spent an entire paragraph on BEING WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things and actions feel very planned of late. no more acting on impulse. which really feels like taking-the-fun-out-of-everything to me. before i do something i have to think about it. weigh the pros and cons. plan my day. plan this and plan that. refer to the organiser. even so, events and days still have this weird tendency to clash. still trying to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, YOUTUBE TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2794317689754000296?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2794317689754000296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-circle-line-yesterday-with-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2794317689754000296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2794317689754000296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-circle-line-yesterday-with-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2645826586044973772</id><published>2009-05-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:52:41.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShvX-pUorHI/AAAAAAAABPk/-JiY1lPS2zk/s1600-h/zhengyuanchang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340099254422121586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShvX-pUorHI/AAAAAAAABPk/-JiY1lPS2zk/s400/zhengyuanchang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can never get tired of youtube...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2645826586044973772?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2645826586044973772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-never-get-tired-of-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2645826586044973772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2645826586044973772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-never-get-tired-of-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShvX-pUorHI/AAAAAAAABPk/-JiY1lPS2zk/s72-c/zhengyuanchang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6948250626867061635</id><published>2009-05-24T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:14:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im alternating between twitter.com and youtube.com without really knowing what to do... and LIFE IS GOOD! haha ive said it before and i will say it again: time is now a luxury! i can sit and stare into space knowing it's okay because i have all the time in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is im trying to convince myself that the weather cannot get any hotter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6948250626867061635?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6948250626867061635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alternating-between-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6948250626867061635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6948250626867061635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alternating-between-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-822889988019530652</id><published>2009-05-23T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:47:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShfTjHf06kI/AAAAAAAABPc/lwHSdT5rtEw/s1600-h/jiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338968483532433986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShfTjHf06kI/AAAAAAAABPc/lwHSdT5rtEw/s400/jiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my whole afternoon watching this person...! 3 months back, i wouldnt have believed this. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-822889988019530652?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/822889988019530652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/spent-my-whole-afternoon-watching-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/822889988019530652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/822889988019530652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/spent-my-whole-afternoon-watching-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ShfTjHf06kI/AAAAAAAABPc/lwHSdT5rtEw/s72-c/jiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3360055630040326742</id><published>2009-05-17T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:40:52.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway might have caught some stupid virus from msn. already done a full system scan. hopefully it has gone away now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still laughing myself silly over the mcfly interview. yeah im a nerd. but it's so funny! i dont think danny understood the word HYPOTHETICALLY! but what a novel reply! a conventional way of replying to that question would be "i would buy you flowers, tell you that you look nice, go to a romantic dinner and send you home after that..." a question like that was probably put forth to many many celebrities and they would all give the same kind of reply.&lt;br /&gt;only danny would say something like "no, i'd be your wingman!"&lt;br /&gt;he's such a idiot! but so cute too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i sound like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to say that i watched HERBIE FULLY LOADED last night and instead of watching lindsay lohan when she looked healthier i was really ogling at justin long but that would make me sound like an idiot more, so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3360055630040326742?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3360055630040326742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyway-might-have-caught-some-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3360055630040326742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3360055630040326742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyway-might-have-caught-some-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-9154031606147770910</id><published>2009-05-17T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:22:52.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA! i dont know why im here but i cant seem to get off! i just randomly watched a jonas brothers UK interview and saw this in the comments: 95% of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this EVERYWHERE if you are in the 5% that would sit and eat popcorn saying JUMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed out when i saw that. that was something new? normally stupid chain messages like this would go something like: copy and paste this message and you'll get lucky the next day blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was kinda original but very mean too. i dont understand why people would purposely say nasty stuff to try to put other people down?!! does it make them happy? that is so pathetic, because you need to make another person feel bad just to make yourself happy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people who comment on youtube say some really weird stuff... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the interview was really boring. and kevin is the only one who can speak properly without mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i would be in the 2% out of the 5% who would be minding their own business instead of crying and egging them on to jump. but then again, im not a teen anymore! so i wouldnt even be in the 100% in the first place... makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-9154031606147770910?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/9154031606147770910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-i-dont-know-why-im-here-but-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/9154031606147770910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/9154031606147770910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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FUNNY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hypothetically we go on on a date. how would you romance me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no i'd be your wingman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you'd be my wingman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or you'd be my wingman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danny was totally answering his question! he seems to be always putting himself in very awkward situations!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6258294423072923722?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6258294423072923722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/mcfly-on-justin-lee-collins-show-14509.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6481117787791646539?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6481117787791646539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-wrong-what-is-wrong-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6481117787791646539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6481117787791646539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-wrong-what-is-wrong-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-9065390153235697661</id><published>2009-05-13T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:28:52.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio:Active Live At Wembley DVD - all about Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o2HHwTE6-Ts' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o2HHwTE6-Ts'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DANNY = LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Danny'/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8155797217279105742</id><published>2009-05-09T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:15:03.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i panicked during stats paper yesterday because i was running out of time and the irony is that i actually spent at least a min freaking out about the panic spell that was casted on me. because if you didnt know, i have never once, in my 20 years of taking exams, experienced a panic of this degree, which at the end of the paper, had me clawing at my hands. i was really getting almost violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way im going back to basics, in terms of... i dont know. haven't figured it out yet but i will. it's like pressing the reset button and starting all over again. and you know what starting over again means, it means feeling refreshed and hoping that it will be a good new start! ahaha i can feel myself edging towards oblivion, which might be a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8155797217279105742?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8155797217279105742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-panicked-during-stats-paper-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8155797217279105742'/><link 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mouth to speak i feel like shouting instead, which of course, i wont. i guess im being selective to the people i want to speak to. for example i would speak to my parents, because, well, they are my parents. and as for you...... i cant say the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well you cant take me too seriously, can you??&lt;br /&gt;anyway gonna be alright after the 21st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7577955812457478099?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7577955812457478099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-in-condition-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4449883657475210376</id><published>2009-04-30T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:38:20.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i the only one who wants blair to be with nate?????&lt;br /&gt;please let them last! though after ep 22, it really seems like that's not going to happen :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4449883657475210376?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7422535822570216227</id><published>2009-04-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:17:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired i feel like puking. or maybe im just hungry. okay cornflakes with milk here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7422535822570216227?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7422535822570216227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-tired-i-feel-like-puking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;oh let's go back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it rhymes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-405872473119032185?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/405872473119032185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-finding-excuses-for-what-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/405872473119032185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/405872473119032185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-finding-excuses-for-what-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6231864392788696956</id><published>2009-04-28T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:03:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i dont go to school i retreat into a hole, one which i call a world of my own. i literally get cut off from what is happening outside... what is going on in your life? and what do you know about mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love long conversations with my mum. today we talked about how it was like when i was just a baby girl. A huge part of my childhood is made up of barney the purple dinosaur, macdonalds happy meals, mr bean, lego and err... cute doll dresses which didnt quite have any influence on my tom - boyish character. she also told me that i loved to laugh and i must say it's true. i laugh at the tiniest things and to this day, remains easily amused. my mother also told me of the difficult period when she had to look after me and my brother and still work. being a mother is really not an easy task at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to this saturday! gonna camp infront of the tv set on that day. hahaha. danny's tweets made my day :))) he said he dreamt that he was harry potter and he was scared because there was a family of trolls under his bed, when he has never read or watched harry potter before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dream of danny tonight. HAWHAWHAW. long day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6231864392788696956?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6231864392788696956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-dont-go-to-school-i-retreat-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6231864392788696956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6231864392788696956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-dont-go-to-school-i-retreat-into.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4204606651543985543</id><published>2009-04-25T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:37:15.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>typing in the dark now. trying not to wake up my family with my typing. i refuse to close the door because the weather is so bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;in the last hour or so, i stalked mcfly, chace crawford, ed westwick (he referred to miley cyrus as 'disney underage girls = crazy') , blake lively, michael phelps, ellen degeneres, jonas brothers, vanessa hudgens (she mentioned a hot date with zac efron), britney spears, BARACKOBAMA....... and many others that ive forgotten, on TWITTER! i wouldve added emma watson and leighton meester to the list, except they 'locked' their profiles.&lt;br /&gt;i must say twitter is very interesting! ed westwick is the most interesting of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zac efron is BORING in interviews. even reese witherspoon is more interesting than him. i have nothing against her, she just happened to come up in my head. robert pattinson is the most interesting to watch. most weird, to be exact. haha! today i watched a short 'new moon' interview on tv and he was asked a question which went like this: if you have a younger sister, who would you let her date, edward or jacob?&lt;br /&gt;he did his weird face for a while and said: edward's wealthier!&lt;br /&gt;after which the interview ended with his lunatic laugh. and me laughing like a lunatic myself.&lt;br /&gt;i found it really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom is starting on breaking dawn, which reminded me that im still left with the last part of the book! it got kinda... senseless... after bella became a vampire. so i stopped reading it altogether for a while. for a few months, to be exact. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still enjoying GG more now than before. nate and blair look perfect together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, someone's up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4204606651543985543?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4204606651543985543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/typing-in-dark-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4204606651543985543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4204606651543985543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/typing-in-dark-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8771943861752946072</id><published>2009-04-19T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:44:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i will survive next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to wake up at 8 tomorrow. it's killing me just thinking about it. i am really not a morning person! i have to set my alarm half an hour earlier so that i can snooze until i absolutely have to wake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been such a tiring week!! going to school 4 times a week and sitting through 6 hours long lectures is really no fun. at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow's gonna be a super duper long day but i have ANTM to look forward to! and im already thinking of the starbucks that im going to get in the morning. omg i love coffee. i have had coffee every morning since about 2 weeks ago i think! addicted to coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched 17 AGAIN on the 2nd day of its release! it was the funniest comedy ive ever watched! and &lt;em&gt;boy, is zac efron cute!!!!&lt;/em&gt; i have never laughed so much watching a movie. jas and i were the loudest - we wouldve been on par with the auntie who thought paul blart was very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, im still checking twitter EVERYDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3NlGVwhI/AAAAAAAABPE/rYQVQRFIxI8/s1600-h/5913466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411690732274194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3NlGVwhI/AAAAAAAABPE/rYQVQRFIxI8/s400/5913466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope he not's leaving his hair this long?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3THOkkrI/AAAAAAAABPM/gJE7tlN2H5A/s1600-h/6030797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411785792950962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3THOkkrI/AAAAAAAABPM/gJE7tlN2H5A/s400/6030797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i love starbucks so much. HAHAHAHA kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3-mWtMeI/AAAAAAAABPU/Bfg7PYQYOW4/s1600-h/Premiere%2BWarner%2BBros%2B17%2BAgain%2BArrivals%2B2A2ZI91gh_Tl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326412532882944482" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3-mWtMeI/AAAAAAAABPU/Bfg7PYQYOW4/s400/Premiere%2BWarner%2BBros%2B17%2BAgain%2BArrivals%2B2A2ZI91gh_Tl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think he's nearly perfect, he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8771943861752946072?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8771943861752946072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-i-will-survive-next-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8771943861752946072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8771943861752946072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-i-will-survive-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/Ses3NlGVwhI/AAAAAAAABPE/rYQVQRFIxI8/s72-c/5913466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5435071446186832133</id><published>2009-04-14T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:59:33.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had i not randomly opened my wallet to look at my cards at lunch today, i would not have realised that i actually dropped my visa card at civic centre yesterday morning!&lt;br /&gt;imagine the shock i got when i didnt see the card where it should have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this say? ..... that randomness is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh the past few days sucked. staying at home is frustrating because i cant watch ellen without hearing my brother trying to shoot people in the background... on the computer. computer games are the worst invention, i really think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week's gonna get really busy. already i feel like a frenzied fly... like an over-stretched elastic band. im helping primary school kids study when i am struggling myself. this has got to be the BIGGEST irony. the other day i actually dozed off on the train. when was the last time that happened? i never ever doze off on the train/bus unless im shit tired. dozing off on trains/buses stopped after canoeing ended and i wouldve thought it was for good. but there i was, a few days ago, bloody nodding off on the train... though i must add that jas apparently was more tired than i was! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I AM TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize by one republic is on the radio now. yeah im being very random. i used to hate this song cos i thought it was seriously overrated, until it was played in gossip girl. then suddenly it became one of my favourite songs. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been stalking danny and tom and dougie on twitter! haha but im not about to scoot off and get twitter! i dont really know how it works but i get to see their twitter page. it's sort of like leaving messages on your own page and also going to other people's and leaving messages for them. is there anything more to twitter than that? probably! heh i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;besides them 3 i also chanced upon john mayer's....... and why is danny jones FOLLOWING this hot australian model, whose page i have no access to because it was protected?????!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5435071446186832133?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5435071446186832133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-i-not-randomly-opened-my-wallet-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5435071446186832133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5435071446186832133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-i-not-randomly-opened-my-wallet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4739274306684542978</id><published>2009-04-02T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:56:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"life sucks" is almost a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really mean it! my life sucks right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been eating a lot of cornflakes with milk lately.&lt;br /&gt;i can live on just that. haha&lt;br /&gt;4.53pm now. time for ellen degeneres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4739274306684542978?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4739274306684542978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-whoa-whoa-stop-throwing-daggers-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4739274306684542978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4739274306684542978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-whoa-whoa-stop-throwing-daggers-at.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4979816864794841557</id><published>2009-03-29T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:17:53.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! YES! BLAIR AND NATE AGAIN! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4979816864794841557?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4979816864794841557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-blair-and-nate-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4979816864794841557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4979816864794841557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-blair-and-nate-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2191943277142960315</id><published>2009-03-24T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:08:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOM BOOM POW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2191943277142960315?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2191943277142960315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/boom-boom-pow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2191943277142960315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2191943277142960315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/boom-boom-pow.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7755008400217813161</id><published>2009-03-21T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:55:15.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while cursing the rainwater for seeping into my sandals when i was walking home just now, i was enlightened by a thought that my mind randomly fabricated. i guess there's no better way to describe it. it went off like a lightbulb that was being switched on suddenly. funny that should happen, considering before that i was actually very bothered by the rainwater in my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that everything happens in phases. nothing will stay the same forever. situations change. even the most familiar routines can change. and the thing is, phases pass.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;whether it's good or otherwise it will be gotten over.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;so, give it time. live the moment. and anticipate, about the good that will come after, or the bad that will soon go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this new understanding that ive established with myself applies to many areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im trying to reason with myself. but in any case, i was a happy girl when i got home after that :) at the end of the day, it's all about coming to terms with... the present state. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7755008400217813161?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7755008400217813161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-cursing-rainwater-for-seeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7755008400217813161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7755008400217813161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-cursing-rainwater-for-seeping.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-306369534619713986</id><published>2009-03-19T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:21:37.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What would your own album look like if you were in a band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the directions below and find out... Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit "Random Articles"or click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random" target="_blank" modo="false"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"or click &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" target="_blank" modo="false"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five or few words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Go to Flickr and click on "explore the last seven days"or click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days" target="_blank" modo="false"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Use Photoshop or any other image editor to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ScINtcmNFBI/AAAAAAAABO8/Wh8gOPz3azQ/s1600-h/3360286931_ee51f7a34e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314825584672314386" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ScINtcmNFBI/AAAAAAAABO8/Wh8gOPz3azQ/s400/3360286931_ee51f7a34e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is my debut album! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got this from nat ho's blog: &lt;a href="http://natho.net/nblog/"&gt;http://natho.net/nblog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-306369534619713986?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/306369534619713986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-your-own-album-look-like-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/306369534619713986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/306369534619713986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-your-own-album-look-like-if.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/ScINtcmNFBI/AAAAAAAABO8/Wh8gOPz3azQ/s72-c/3360286931_ee51f7a34e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1514448322615312758</id><published>2009-03-19T14:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:13:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive just been inspired to write an entry but when i come here i find that i have nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;i know, starting from today i am going to keep a record of all the things i buy. the amount of money spent everyday. so that i can keep track of my spending and not find myself questioning myself at the end of every month about all the money that seemed to have disappeared. i wouldnt think of myself as a spendthrift but sometimes when it comes to buying stuff, i can be quite irrational. irrationality can be good and im secretly the sort of person who likes to do things on impulse rather than have everything fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be enlightened. because i have too many things on my mind lately and it's made me become a more complicated person. i dont like that. i dont like that my mind feels so cluttered. LIFE IS SIMPLE. it is only made complicated by ourselves. the other day i was walking through a neighbourhood to get to tuition and very randomly, i just decided to sit down on a bench. i had time so i just sat there and did nothing. people walked past and i bet they mustve thought i was being weird because the bench is kind of like in the middle of nowhere and of all the thousand times that i walked past the bench i never ever see anyone sitting on it. i think it's safe to say that no one EVER sits on that bench. well, except for me. and though i looked like i was stoning i was actually thinking of a alot of stuff. some alone time is always good and i actually made a list of all the simple things in life. but it's not a very long list because i get distracted easily and then after a while i would find myself thinking about other things. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;2 primary school kids walked past me and all of a sudden they started spraying water from their bottles at each other. they looked genuinely happy and i thought that life can be as simple as that. nothing about that scene was fake. when you were young like that, you say and do what you want. nothing is beyond what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say I AM actually A SIMPLE PERSON who likes to indulge in SIMPLE PLEASURES like:&lt;br /&gt;1. satisfying my growing need for caffeine&lt;br /&gt;2. listening to new songs on my ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;4. watching the ellen degeneres show&lt;br /&gt;5. taking a 20 mins walk home alone instead of taking the bus&lt;br /&gt;6. sitting down and stoning and not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;7. smiling and laughing&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a simple person. to not have to pretend anything. to not be associated with any form of hypocrisy. i want to be a good person, a good daughter, a good friend, and many other good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1514448322615312758?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1514448322615312758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-just-been-inspired-to-write-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1514448322615312758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1514448322615312758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-just-been-inspired-to-write-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6875573681739482798</id><published>2009-03-15T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:31:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality love style:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6875573681739482798?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6875573681739482798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6875573681739482798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6875573681739482798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7643167734920096265</id><published>2009-03-15T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:27:58.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most listened to track this week: jealous minds think alike by you me at six.&lt;br /&gt;they're an english band. i would classify them under rock-emo-punk. more of rock-emo rather than emo-punk. you geddit? there's a difference. at least i think there is.&lt;br /&gt;you're in trouble, because it's 1am now and ive had quite a long day and im cranky.&lt;br /&gt;back to the band. their music is a bit crazy. many times i put their songs on repeat when i study and i ended up singing along to their songs instead of concentrating on my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was CRAZY. suntec was shit crowded and i had a woman breathe and cough in my hair. and as if that's not bad enough, she even stepped on the back of my sandals, which is just about the one thing that annoys me the worst. hello, GROSS???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt that i will never ever choose gloria jeans over starbucks. just because the cookies and creme i had today at raffles city looked like shit and tasted like water. you wouldve thought something that looks like shit should taste like shit? but no, it tasted like water. starbucks is the best, only ive grown quite tired of their fraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tuition tuition. it has come to a point whereby i feel like i keep having to go for tuitions. im starting to feel like i should leave more time for myself. blah, im crapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7643167734920096265?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7643167734920096265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-listened-to-track-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7643167734920096265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7643167734920096265'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313081134099359362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SbvbJDzSZoI/AAAAAAAABO0/CmB0v4LMKwQ/s400/Photo1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SbvaiGIrmMI/AAAAAAAABOc/hJukd6hL2ro/s1600-h/Photo1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080464711063746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SbvaiGIrmMI/AAAAAAAABOc/hJukd6hL2ro/s400/Photo1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love starbucks! we took like thousands of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my camera is rotting away somewhere in my room... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the body shop sale at suntec brought out the auntie in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i have an unlimited supply of body lotion............... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-609732622692154561?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/609732622692154561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahaha-gotta-love-starbucks-we-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/609732622692154561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/609732622692154561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahaha-gotta-love-starbucks-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SbvXXiMgoSI/AAAAAAAABOU/pvpocLbWjGA/s72-c/SDC12517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-102048906318140486</id><published>2009-03-10T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:28:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right from the start when the old man was introduced ive already guessed THE NOTEBOOK would turn out the way it did. so there wasnt any surprise, really. i did tear a bit at the end and it was really beautifully written. at the beginning the author classified the readers into 2 groups: the romantics would see it as a love story and the cynics, a tragic story. i think im a cynic (but im usually a romantic HAHAHA) because i dont believe in the kind of love portrayed in the book. that kind of story just does not happen in real life, alright?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-102048906318140486?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/102048906318140486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-from-start-when-old-man-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/102048906318140486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/102048906318140486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-from-start-when-old-man-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6621151559052926294</id><published>2009-03-10T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:17:07.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the 2nd half of last week had been rough for me.&lt;br /&gt;i was frustrated with everything. with all the ibm and sociology notes that i need to read, with things happening at home but mostly i was frustrated with myself. i was fidgety and couldnt watch an hour's tv programme without getting scolded by my father for shaking my leg. not that i dont know how awful it is for a girl to shake legs but i swear i didnt even know i was doing it. i dont usually fidget that much but those few days i really felt like a frenzied housefly.&lt;br /&gt;it mustve been PMS! but havent we learnt that we should not always blame everything on PMS?&lt;br /&gt;but it's SCARY to have PMS. feelings get out of control. after that when you look at it you dont understand why you felt like that. sometimes i dont even understand the things i did. i must sound like a total loser, to be so affected by PMS like that!&lt;br /&gt;but it's true when they say that when you reach rock bottom the only way you can go is up.&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers over the next 3 days. 3 days sure feel like they will be over in a flash but weirdly i feel otherwise. ha but friday will definitely come!&lt;br /&gt;but dont get me wrong. i dont feel tortured by the prelims! you would think that being 20 and undergraduates at that, we should all be matured enough to take things as they come and not complain so much. complaining and groaning about the prelims (and it's not even the real exams) seem like a very secondary and junior college thing to do. so i will complain no more!&lt;br /&gt;so, until friday, i wont be doing anything more exciting than reading my notes. i know i know, i would most probably end up watching more tv than i usually would. durps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6621151559052926294?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6621151559052926294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7911040285114834855</id><published>2009-03-07T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:34:59.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why dont you just come right out and say it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7911040285114834855?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7911040285114834855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-dont-you-just-come-right-out-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SZ6mnF4PSnI/AAAAAAAABOM/yTyWQgh6-IM/s1600-h/do+ya+behind+the+scenes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860601612192370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SZ6mnF4PSnI/AAAAAAAABOM/yTyWQgh6-IM/s400/do+ya+behind+the+scenes3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SZ6mYNHGHWI/AAAAAAAABN8/qo3WkZX9wlc/s1600-h/do+ya+behind+the+scenes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860345855516002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SZ6mYNHGHWI/AAAAAAAABN8/qo3WkZX9wlc/s400/do+ya+behind+the+scenes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to kidnap him. im not sane anymore......!&lt;br /&gt;&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SZ6mnF4PSnI/AAAAAAAABOM/yTyWQgh6-IM/s72-c/do+ya+behind+the+scenes3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2224075257288056334</id><published>2009-02-20T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:38:03.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i havent done any real studying since wednesday night and it's friday already!&lt;br /&gt;ladies night = shiok.&lt;br /&gt;and it's good to know im a good drinker! must have gotten it from my father haha.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died the following morning though cos i accompanied my parents to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;i only had about 2 hours of sleep before my mother woke me up. i went through the motions of washing up and changing in a trance-like state without knowing what i was doing. then i completely forgot about my phone and didnt even realise that until after a long time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY, back to earth nina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2224075257288056334?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2224075257288056334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-i-havent-done-any-real-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2224075257288056334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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revising all the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;im rubbish, really!&lt;br /&gt;but i got to give myself more credit than that.... for trying to keep up with lectures... all along. the missing element was a vital sense of urgency. yes! this sense of urgency has to be more spread out throughout the year, and not concentrated only in the few weeks before prelims. yeah yeah im going so crazy im talking rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;im not THAT stressed actually. THAT'S the thing that's bothering me. i SHOULD be stressed. it should hit me HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha jasmine's hatching some CRAZY plans for tomorrow. hatching... like an egg... a massive one at that...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. im not really thinking... im lazy to think now. my brains are fried.&lt;br /&gt;i do feel just a tiny bit richer recently.... from all the tuition... so itching to spend. very bad. it'd be better for all that extra cash to sit nicely in my savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been very lucky to be able to chance upon THE NOTEBOOK by nicholas sparks in the library the other day. im already left with the final chapter and the book has yet to surprise me. i wonder if it will at all. i refuse to believe that this bestseller is just like that... there has got to be more more more! i will update here if it fascinated me with it's ending... or not. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so that's about all that's been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;pre-prelims, tuition, crazy plans, caffeine, a lot of staying at home and going to the library, THE NOTEBOOK, ellen degeneres (cannot do w/o her show), stephenie meyer, stephenie meyer and more stephenie meyer. hahaha and after prelims it will be MORE MORE MORE STUDYING for the ACTUAL EXAMS, which will be in end may/june.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1472140903649187855?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1472140903649187855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/didnt-i-swear-to-take-my-studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on display.&lt;br /&gt;clearly we are all still waiting for you to GROW UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7513552864655134286?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7513552864655134286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-is-so-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7513552864655134286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7513552864655134286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-is-so-big.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8628460336655852035</id><published>2009-02-14T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:20:32.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think music is the best thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;because beyond &lt;strong&gt;loving music&lt;/strong&gt;, i also use it to:&lt;br /&gt;1. shut people out,&lt;br /&gt;2. to help keep my annoyance to myself on days when very unfortunately, i have to take the 730am train to school,&lt;br /&gt;3. to entertain me when i have to read a stack of very, very nasty notes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. to help me lock up memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for example im listening to a lot of all american rejects recently and this is the pre-prelims period. very likely that i'd stick this time frame to the songs and im sure that when i listen to the same songs many, many months later, all i'll remember is all the stress from prelims. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ipod is on shuffle now and some of the songs that came up made me very nostalgic! and my 2 favouritest (non-existent word but i feel that only this word have the emphasis i want haha) songs are dance inside by AMR and too close for comfort by McFly AND they both belong to the JC time frame. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by Jay Sean belongs to the period during which i was working... and the song always reminds me of weiyu cos she commented on the lyrics once... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my i pod is on shuffle, it gives me a lot of britney spears, NSYNC and Panic at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;very weird combination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8628460336655852035?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8628460336655852035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-music-is-best-thing-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8628460336655852035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8628460336655852035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-music-is-best-thing-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5180727938380781400</id><published>2009-02-10T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:14:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very unhappy right now because a particular blogshop owner who has the &lt;strong&gt;obligation&lt;/strong&gt; to reply my emails has been missing for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i had a super long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that prelims are in about 2 weeks time makes my life now really enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6860131952652193334</id><published>2009-02-04T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:10:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see, what did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;i havent been sleeping well the past few nights and last night i was sooo tired i crashed at about 1230 and woke up only at 1030 today.&lt;br /&gt;the relatively unbroken sleep put me in a good mood today :)&lt;br /&gt;then i had a super full meal. that added on to my good mood cos i cant remember when was the last time i ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;after feeling like a pig (a happy one at that) i came online and... i havent been off since.&lt;br /&gt;i watched 2 episodes of gossip girl and i was so engrossed i actually really hate one of the new characters! she's a new teacher and her name is rachel carr. she looks so young and innocent but she's really a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;blair is still as cute.&lt;br /&gt;and nate has finally returned even though him being with vannessa still puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh and chuck! very sexy. i mean his voice and the way he talks. haha&lt;br /&gt;after gossip girl i still didnt go offline.&lt;br /&gt;instead i did ridiculous things like reading my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;those posted during the period that i was still working.&lt;br /&gt;quite amusing, those. ahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im going to bathe and watch the ellen degeneres show. i know im a bit late for that but if i do away with the bathing then i wont miss much of the show! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;and then i have tuition at 6, which is just about the biggest dread in my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i know, why am i torturing myself like that right? i dont have to interact with any ignorant and incompetent 13 year old who just wouldnt listen to any instructions if i dont want to. so that is why i will give him a few more sessions to either test my patience further - which will land him in serious trouble with me - or redeem himself by starting to take his work seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahhaaahha okay im being overly grave about the whole thing. i was just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6860131952652193334?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6860131952652193334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-see-what-did-i-do-today-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6860131952652193334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6860131952652193334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-see-what-did-i-do-today-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7077747936311847996</id><published>2009-01-29T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:30:12.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1SoXdl4I/AAAAAAAABN0/JbnVKHWzigQ/s1600-h/photofunia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643599698335618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1SoXdl4I/AAAAAAAABN0/JbnVKHWzigQ/s400/photofunia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the chinese new year holiday i got talent - scouted! yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1KDjCTeI/AAAAAAAABNs/njl_ehWvzt4/s1600-h/photofunia5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643452375813602" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1KDjCTeI/AAAAAAAABNs/njl_ehWvzt4/s400/photofunia5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet im going to be the next big thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1Ao2t2vI/AAAAAAAABNk/sdXr9jjyf3I/s1600-h/photofunia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643290591779570" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1Ao2t2vI/AAAAAAAABNk/sdXr9jjyf3I/s400/photofunia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, well - known worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF060PiQOI/AAAAAAAABNc/OXyITeBB-OI/s1600-h/photofunia6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643190569451746" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF060PiQOI/AAAAAAAABNc/OXyITeBB-OI/s400/photofunia6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be on the covers of all the coolest magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF01fS6ObI/AAAAAAAABNU/u2ilbtd6FN0/s1600-h/photofunia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643099047115186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF01fS6ObI/AAAAAAAABNU/u2ilbtd6FN0/s400/photofunia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have the coolest BFF ever - Victoria Beckham. (and David Beckham can hang out with us if he wants to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am such a cool shit, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;http://www.photofunia.com/&lt;/a&gt; if you want to be talent-scouted also but of course, no one will ever be as cool as me..................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, that was fun!&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/11418887-7077747936311847996?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7077747936311847996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-chinese-new-year-holiday-i-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7077747936311847996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7077747936311847996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-chinese-new-year-holiday-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SYF1SoXdl4I/AAAAAAAABN0/JbnVKHWzigQ/s72-c/photofunia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2225775910337510272</id><published>2009-01-27T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:44:59.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"dont trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesnt die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA i heard it on shan and rozz. it was one of the many quotes that they play in between commercials. when i heard it my first reaction was WTF??!! but then it is so absurd i started to find it funny. and also because it was shan who said it. but seriously... wtf?&lt;br /&gt;and then rozz also said something like "if they can send a man to the moon... why dont they send them all!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2225775910337510272?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2225775910337510272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-trust-anything-that-bleeds-for-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2225775910337510272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2225775910337510272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-trust-anything-that-bleeds-for-5.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1836352814417324151</id><published>2009-01-26T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:58:38.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"if i had found you, there's isn't a doubt in my mind how i would have proceeded. i was that boy, who would have - as soon as i discovered that you were the one i was looking for - gotten down on one knee and endeavored to secure your hand. i would have wanted you for eternity, even when the word didnt have quite the same connotations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW! from eclipse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1836352814417324151?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1836352814417324151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-had-found-you-theres-isnt-doubt-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1836352814417324151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1836352814417324151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-had-found-you-theres-isnt-doubt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3599844402875137153</id><published>2009-01-25T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:17:30.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG ABALONE = SHIOKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha happy chinese new year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3599844402875137153?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3599844402875137153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-abalone-shiokk-haha-happy-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3599844402875137153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3599844402875137153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-abalone-shiokk-haha-happy-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7248830595572775147</id><published>2009-01-21T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:58:06.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been trying to enable commenting here... i dont want to use a tagboard anymore, so.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really screwed up. i still dont know how it really works but apparently you have to click on the time, which is a link and can be found below every post.&lt;br /&gt;weird, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: i wish someone would pay more attention to my dress&lt;br /&gt;guy: you look good tonight&lt;br /&gt;girl: no, i mean someone who counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA i LOL-ed at that! that girl was being really, really nice to the guy huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7248830595572775147?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7248830595572775147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-trying-to-enable-commenting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7248830595572775147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7248830595572775147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-trying-to-enable-commenting.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8578212383927480102</id><published>2009-01-20T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:11:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were wonderful travelling companions.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;we were no more than lonely lumps of metal on their own separate orbits.&lt;br /&gt;from far off it looked like beautiful shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;when the orbits of these 2 satellites of ours happen to cross paths&lt;br /&gt;we could be together&lt;br /&gt;maybe even open our hearts to each other.&lt;br /&gt;but that was only for the briefest instant&lt;br /&gt;the next instant we would be in absolute solitude&lt;br /&gt;and so we burn up and became nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a uk tv series called Nearly Famous, which ive been watching because aaron johnson's in it. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SXa6eZ0eiSI/AAAAAAAABNA/9tnMhb1c21w/s1600-h/image2jjbv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293623443510429986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SXa6eZ0eiSI/AAAAAAAABNA/9tnMhb1c21w/s400/image2jjbv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11418887-8578212383927480102?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8578212383927480102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-wonderful-travelling-companions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8578212383927480102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8578212383927480102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-wonderful-travelling-companions.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SXa6eZ0eiSI/AAAAAAAABNA/9tnMhb1c21w/s72-c/image2jjbv6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-777018036881985093</id><published>2009-01-19T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:21:22.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive recently developed a habit of spotting volvos (HAHAHA) and today i saw about 3 in total!&lt;br /&gt;kyle patrick from click 5 is my edward cullen. i dont know why but when i read the books i imagine edward cullen as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i randomly watched angus, thongs and perfect snogging last night on youtube. it was really a laugh. i LOL-ed when the girls were going crazy over the supposedly sex - god robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron johnson is such a &lt;s&gt;stud&lt;/s&gt;!! but he's a year younger than me so i will stop here. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;hey when was the last time i ogled at anyone??? give me a break okay! ive been diligently going to lectures and paying attention. okay maybe not so completely true for the 2nd part but im definitely a good enough student okay. (it's a fullstop not a question mark so it's a fact statement not a question)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-777018036881985093?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/777018036881985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-recently-developed-habit-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/777018036881985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/777018036881985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-recently-developed-habit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-134287799128882128</id><published>2009-01-19T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:59:31.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interviewer: have you ever sought revenge with a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;harry: no, they seek revenge on us&lt;br /&gt;interviewer: i have a very good way. you sew prawns on the hem of the curtain. as they rot they stink up the whole house&lt;br /&gt;harry: that's a lot of effort to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;danny: just stick tissues in their shoes so when they put on the shoes they cant get them on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all: ...........&lt;br /&gt;harry: th-that's gonna get them hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHAHHAA i about rolled off my chair laughing when i watched that video! what an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-134287799128882128?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/134287799128882128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewer-have-you-ever-sought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/134287799128882128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/134287799128882128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewer-have-you-ever-sought.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8668051717425438099</id><published>2009-01-14T13:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:40:13.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not supposed to celebrate this chinese new year. at all. well, it's going to be really boring. but i guess it wouldnt be that much different. im not really that interested in traditions and i didnt usually have a lot of fun during past chinese new years... im rambling.&lt;br /&gt;but the usual hype over the quickly approaching chinese new year is definitely fuelling my seemingly insatiable desire to shop.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is i always never get any good bargains, even when sales are everywhere. speaking of which i realised that the salespeople are more courteous and helpful this time round, compared to the past sales. and i dont remember any past sales that are as big as this. pathetic attempt to encourage spending, i say. because firstly, the kind of sale items they put out confirmed my theory that the items are on sale for a reason - they're not nice at all, nobody buys them and that's why they're &lt;em&gt;banished&lt;/em&gt; to the 'sale' rack. secondly, you horrible salespeople are supposed to be courteous and helpful at all times - because that's part of your job - and not vary your attitudes according to the economic conditions. sometimes the sudden change towards better attitudes just make me wish that they would just buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just me. i think too much. and im definitely PMSING! no worries - ever since the previous horrible PMS and cramps, ive been anticipating this one. does the word anticipate have an element of excitement? if yes then it's a terribly wrong choice of word because im definitely NOT looking forward to my next period.&lt;br /&gt;boy am i being really, really, really weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont usually talk like that. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8668051717425438099?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8668051717425438099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-supposed-to-celebrate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8668051717425438099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8668051717425438099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-supposed-to-celebrate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8977526788860407057</id><published>2009-01-11T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:11:46.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read a super biased article in &lt;em&gt;life!&lt;/em&gt; last night, on how "women are capable of taking the fun out of everything" and the woman the writer specifically referred to, was stephenie meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me quote the gist: "Twilight seems like the result of taking the uber-cool subject of bloodsucking super vampires and turning the whole thing over to someone's 13-year-old-sister".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the writer is a male and in my opinion, the typical kind of male women hate. you see, i suppose majority of the males would have found twilight silly and too cheesy for their liking. But they definitely wouldnt attribute their dislike to stephenie meyer like he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just shows that the author lacks imagination. males lack imagination. why else do you think the genius behind the fascinatingly imaginative harry potter series is a woman? why cant there be a twist to the traditional vampires? why do vampires always have to be scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uber-cool subject of bloodsucking super vampires? really? bloodsucking super vampires? uber-cool? it's either he's uber violent or... morbid. and he thinks it's fun.... ooh, definitely morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me realise that the male and female are at 2 extremes. but of course it could be that it's just him. ive never thought male and female can be so... different in thinking. or have i just been too ignorant all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, his sarcasm made up for all the biasness. HAHA the article was actually very,very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8977526788860407057?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8977526788860407057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-read-super-biased-article-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8977526788860407057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8977526788860407057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-read-super-biased-article-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3599372166023799778</id><published>2009-01-04T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:28:40.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel the ache... somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know where it is and how to speak of it.&lt;br /&gt;and for reasons that i cant seem to understand, i dont dare to find out exactly which part that is.&lt;br /&gt;ive never had to deal with goodbyes that are of this nature.&lt;br /&gt;and actually i mostly feel numbness, apart from the ache that seems to be hiding itself very well.&lt;br /&gt;i remember watching her - and realising, with sadness, how much smaller she has become - as she laid on the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;i remember helping her draw the curtains when she complained about the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;i remember her complaining about the pillows - she was very particular about the positioning -and i helped her adjust them until she was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly i also remember that she was proud of me... and she believed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my last 6 or 7 sundays (and more weekdays) going to the hospital to keep her company, but never once did i hold her hand and offer her any form of comfort.. even though everytime i saw her i badly wanted to.. either im just not used to showing how i really feel, or i just thought that, with all the other adults there, i wouldnt be significant at all..&lt;br /&gt;but she knows... i know she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss my grandmother but i hope she's happy at her new place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3599372166023799778?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3599372166023799778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-feel-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3599372166023799778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3599372166023799778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-feel-ache.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-511263458271753736</id><published>2008-12-28T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:52:33.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: to say someone is feeling blue is to say he or she is feeling down, upset, sad&lt;br /&gt;tutee: oh i know angry is red then what about crying, is it yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did she say that with a straight face?! and if you know me well you wouldve guessed that i couldnt stop laughing after that and it was embarrassing cos she just kept quiet and waited for my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im halfway through New Moon. seriously if not for the fact that im still a student and therefore still have to study, i would just read and read and read everyday without feeling guilty! damn it! after finishing the stephenie meyer series i can still go on to the harry potter series. whoa, that would be like in heaven...!&lt;br /&gt;anyway there was supposed to be a 5th book titled the Midnight Sun, which is really only the story of Twilight told from edward cullen's perspective, but because there was an illegal leak of the first 12 chapters on the internet, the author put writing on hold and also made the draft of the first 12 chapters available for download on her website. so today i started reading it and i became really addicted!! the story is even better told from edward's perspective! so damn interesting!&lt;br /&gt;reading New Moon made me cry. i think the only times i cried over reading were when sirius black and dumbledore died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, im getting a headache from looking at the computer screen too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-511263458271753736?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/511263458271753736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-to-say-someone-is-feeling-blue-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/511263458271753736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/511263458271753736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-to-say-someone-is-feeling-blue-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3940790948409948793</id><published>2008-12-26T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:55:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually finished reading twilight! in like 2 days. i thought the movie matched the book well, except for robert pattinson's protrayal of edward cullen.&lt;br /&gt;just like how i always never linked cedric diggory to him whenever i read harry potter, i didnt picture him as edward cullen when i was reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? my favourite character in the book is CARLISLE!&lt;br /&gt;now my favourite name after nathaniel! i like how the name sounds: Car-lisle.&lt;br /&gt;and of course he's a very charismatic character in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you're thinking whether i got the book, no, i read it off my computer screen. i didnt thought i'd be able to finish reading cos reading off the screen is just such an irritating and tiring thing to do! im now thinking if i should continue with the 2nd book and because i couldnt wait to know how the general plot would be like, i wiki-ed it just now and the series just kind of gets more and more... absurd? and OH i just realised one thing! there's a character called jacob &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the series and he's a werewolf. in the harry potter series, there's sirius &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who's an animagus and can turn into a dog! it wouldve been more interesting if it was jacob &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lupin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead since harry potter's remus &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lupin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an animagus as well and his form is the werewolf. hahaha... okay i was just thinking out loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3940790948409948793?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3940790948409948793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-actually-finished-reading-twilight-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3940790948409948793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3940790948409948793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-actually-finished-reading-twilight-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5613270477294907261</id><published>2008-12-23T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:09:19.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twilight the movie is alright. now i want to read the book because a lot of people say the book is very much nicer so i want to judge for myself. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;but the last thing i want to do now is to spend money on a book when ive been complaining so much about how broke i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5613270477294907261?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5613270477294907261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-is-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5613270477294907261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5613270477294907261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-is-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3057806464759000892</id><published>2008-12-23T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:05:10.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i just realised the previous entry is the 1000th. cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just now on my way back home i saw this HUGE rat. like one of those that can talk in the movies... i saw it scamper into the bushes - which was really quite thin with lots of twigs and no leaves - and then freeze, thinking that it was hiding itself well. so wrong! cos i kept eye-ing it the whole time i was walking, half expecting it to step out and talk to me or something. HAHA i have never seen such a fat rat that looks so much like those cartoon ones we see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday i was at suntec with tong and we each bought a watch off a cart. i paid for mine first cos i was fast to decide, haha! so after that tong was ready to pay for hers as well. and the guy, who looks about a year younger than us both, asked if we want to pay together! so i told him i paid already. he went to check his accounts and accused me of not paying!&lt;br /&gt;and he said "it's only 10 dollars i wouldnt want to cheat your money."&lt;br /&gt;whatthefuck? that really pissed me off a great deal!!&lt;br /&gt;and i said "YEAH YOU ALSO SAY IT'S ONLY 10 BUCKS I WOULDNT WANT TO CHEAT YOUR MONEY ALSO."&lt;br /&gt;did he think that i was any more likely than him to want to cheat someone of a mere 10 bucks?!!&lt;br /&gt;what an insult!&lt;br /&gt;at that he kept quiet and after a frantic moment of punching at the numbers on the calculator (with me standing at the side, arms folded and wearing a look of utmost annoyance), he told me that he thinks that the money is in.&lt;br /&gt;i gave him a really fake 'hurhur'.&lt;br /&gt;after that he started to really freak out and kept accidentally kicking and knocking over things.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY ODD. and i ended up telling him to "relax" cos he looked like he was going to get fits or something (okay i exaggerated).&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt sound very apologetic cos he only said 'sorry' once and he didnt even look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;to sound apologetic is to say 'sorry' at least 3 times or at least get down on your knees okay. HAHAHAHA OKAY I WAS COMPLETELY JOKING!&lt;br /&gt;but seriously it was really weird. he was calculating so quickly the 2nd time i really doubt he finished calculating everything properly.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow i was just thinking... im not a petty person.... hhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT OF MOVIES COMING UP! and i think twilight is overrated. dont know about the book but the movie is. i havent watch it but already i dont think very highly of it. haha but my favourite part of the trailer is the part where one of the vampires went "you brought a snack!" i dont know about you but i LOL-ed. and i happened to chance upon a robert pattinson interview on youtube just now and he's got the worst hair ive seen so far and he sounded really boring. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;okay now im hoping no one's going to google robert pattinson and end up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3057806464759000892?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3057806464759000892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-i-just-realised-previous-entry-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3057806464759000892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/3057806464759000892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-i-just-realised-previous-entry-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1569005280199721920</id><published>2008-12-18T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:31:43.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out yesterday cos it was zijun's birthday (HAPPY 19TH!). it was a rather short night out cos we could only meet at night and after dinner it was already 9pm and all the shops started to freaking close so we didnt walk around much. the pasta we had for dinner was FANTASTIC. it was the best pasta ive ever tried and i think mine tasted the best. haha gotta love the creamy cheese sauce man! im drooling now, just thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of stoned last night actually cos i didnt sleep well the night before and i think PMS is the root of my zombie-ness. seriously &lt;s&gt;i hate periods so so so much. it's so unfair to us girls really. the guys always complain that we use it as an excuse but WAIT TILL YOU TRY HOW IT FEELS LIKE OKAY. PMS makes you feel like crap and of course there's the killer cramps! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall strike that out cos it'll only make girls seem weaker, which of course is completely untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, i was rather stoned last night. i let slip about a surprise! and not just once but TWICE! what an idiot right! i used to be super good at surprising people and coming up with exciting ideas but i was lousy last night. i wanted to kick myself haha but it was really funny. i think we didnt have enough time together last night! quoting MR BEAN: time flies when you're enjoying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA that line is like stuck in my head forever. MR BEAN was my favourite comedian when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train home the gossiping session started and i was amazed at all the things that came up! hahahaha but hey most of it were good gossip okay! (yeah right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that jas and i decided to go for some icecream (and she suggested some fries) at MacDonalds. i was like super full from the pasta but wanted something really SWEET. Judging from the crowd of people who were stuffing their faces with burgers and fries and cokes even at 12am, i think that MacDonalds is making a hell lot of money man! Tsk Tsk, fastfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i LOVE MacBreakfast. it's like magic and it starts your day right. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1569005280199721920?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1569005280199721920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-yesterday-cos-it-was-zijuns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1569005280199721920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1569005280199721920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-yesterday-cos-it-was-zijuns.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8528215884406592812</id><published>2008-12-17T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:42:08.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is indeed a festive season that calls for many many many celebrations. birthdays, belated birthdays, meeting ups and hanging outs. hanging outs? im sure there's no such word... notice i left out shopping? it was deliberate because ive been trying very hard to save. HAHA but it's really very tempting to spend and during an economic crisis as critical as the one we're experiencing, we should all spend more to kickstart recovery... hahahaha maybe i'll push back my plans to save... just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also been thinking about new year resolutions. i have never believed in making resolutions and sticking to them but for the coming year i think i want to have something to believe in and work towards to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8528215884406592812?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8528215884406592812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-indeed-festive-season-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8528215884406592812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8528215884406592812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-indeed-festive-season-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6852552345019373239</id><published>2008-12-16T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:10:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still continue to embarrass myself every now and then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a long day i was finally on the bus home. it was already 10pm and i was so tired and stoned that i slided on the bus. and because i was holding onto the pole, it made me look like one of them kids who like to swing themselves on public transport. i wouldve felt super embarrassed had i not been so shagged that i couldnt care less about how others might secretly laugh to themselves. the bus driver is a reckless driver, he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway it wasnt THAT embarrassing lah. i didnt get flung 360 degrees. about 90 degrees only. immediately after i recovered myself i was like whatever and i went back to stoning. my mind was a complete blank...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i was googling for album art for my ipod and here are some which i think are rather nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaOh8ifnxI/AAAAAAAABLc/DJ537HU2v2Y/s1600-h/386804598_5d2da16789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280064326976118546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaOh8ifnxI/AAAAAAAABLc/DJ537HU2v2Y/s200/386804598_5d2da16789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaOr8o3MpI/AAAAAAAABLk/xUn7N_RLStU/s1600-h/relientk-twolefts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280064498801521298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaOr8o3MpI/AAAAAAAABLk/xUn7N_RLStU/s200/relientk-twolefts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelmaxwell.info/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/fall-out-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://www.michaelmaxwell.info/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/fall-out-boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shake-it-ringtones.weebly.com/uploads/8/8/5/4/885405/2088955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://shake-it-ringtones.weebly.com/uploads/8/8/5/4/885405/2088955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cddesign.com/covertalk/images/panic-at-the-disco-pretty-odd-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://www.cddesign.com/covertalk/images/panic-at-the-disco-pretty-odd-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaT9U4Ne1I/AAAAAAAABL8/3VHIIZRUUZ4/s1600-h/danny+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280070294924262226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaT9U4Ne1I/AAAAAAAABL8/3VHIIZRUUZ4/s200/danny+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oops. not album cover but since im posting pictures, might as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and danny, i know, i know. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaS4rHn4VI/AAAAAAAABL0/lB6z-S4deFA/s1600-h/dougie+in+polo+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069115483513170" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaS4rHn4VI/AAAAAAAABL0/lB6z-S4deFA/s200/dougie+in+polo+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaS4W41-TI/AAAAAAAABLs/s8_U0IvJQ5A/s1600-h/dougie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069110052813106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaS4W41-TI/AAAAAAAABLs/s8_U0IvJQ5A/s200/dougie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41HPXTJW05L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41HPXTJW05L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this for an album cover? i dont understand....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6852552345019373239?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6852552345019373239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-continue-to-embarrass-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6852552345019373239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6852552345019373239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-continue-to-embarrass-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SUaOh8ifnxI/AAAAAAAABLc/DJ537HU2v2Y/s72-c/386804598_5d2da16789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1285175423621332365</id><published>2008-12-12T18:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:58:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now over the radio 2 chinese djs from a particular radio station were talking about global warming and how this year singapore's average temperature has dropped compared to last year. so they went on to say that we should do our part to help the planet because it could become very dangerous for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could be submerged under water due to the melting of the ice caps in the north pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that we should help the planet not because we want to sustain ourselves but because we should not continue to take the earth for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the male dj is a pig because he actually hoped that the average temperate will drop even further so that it will be more cooling in singapore. if you think singapore is too hot for you, why dont you try mars huh? ( i just have to mention mars because i watched a documentary on it on okto last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to religiously pile bodyshop's mango body lotion on my arms from today onwards because even though i have a bottle of it since the start of this year, i never touched it until today and i realised it actually smells really, really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1285175423621332365?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1285175423621332365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-now-over-radio-2-chinese-djs-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1285175423621332365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1285175423621332365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-now-over-radio-2-chinese-djs-from.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1985313458637680590</id><published>2008-12-10T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:40:04.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this saturday too shiok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban at 7pm and 10pm&lt;br /&gt;and then for the first time ever, im interested in watching MISS WORLD at 11pm BECAUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;British pop rock band McFly will perform at the Miss World finals to be held at the Sandton Convention Centre in Johannesburg, on December 13th. The band, formed in London, was founded by Tom Fletcher (lead vocals/guitar) and also consists of Danny Jones (lead vocals/guitar), Dougie Poynter (vocals/bass guitar) and Harry Judd (drums).&lt;br /&gt;McFly appeared in the teen comedy film Just My Luck, starring Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine, in 2006. The band played themselves in the film and released a US album, “Just My Luck”, which was also used as the film’s soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;As of September 2008, McFly have fifteen top ten singles, seven of which reached #1 in the UK Singles Chart.&lt;br /&gt;They will perform their current hit single “Lies” during the telecast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will probably die in the lecture the next day (which is a sunday by the way!). the lecturer wanted an extra lecture and what better way to torture us than to have it on a sunday eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1985313458637680590?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1985313458637680590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-saturday-too-shiok-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1985313458637680590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1985313458637680590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-saturday-too-shiok-harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7069536614194855540</id><published>2008-11-12T22:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:59:44.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently caught tropic thunder and high school musical 3 and my favourite part in tropic thunder is the one where tom cruise spent 70% of that scene swearing. haha it's definitely not a good thing but i found it rather funny. being M18, the show had so much of swearing that the F word was almost a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite parts in high school musical are those with zac efron. haha no surprise. though i didnt quite like the part where he over - exaggerated his dilemma (of having to decide on college) and sadness (from breaking up with you-know-who) by sliding his body on the floor and wth, crawling up the stairs on fours AND doing it BACKWARDS! but we know this is how musicals work, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise uneventful (i think), the above 2 paragraphs are inspired by my movie buddy jas' blog entry haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do majority of the driving instructors at SSDC adore wearing (ugly) shades? ive wondered about his question ever since day 1 at that disgusting place, which as a result of their staff canteen and air conditioning, stinks terribly. BUT i can throw away that question because i dont have to go back there anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bit of a fever scare yesterday because of a sore throat that as weird as it may sound, was the result of a slice of cheese that my tutee offered me on monday night.&lt;br /&gt;other than that i am a happy girl this week because claudia lent me some of her mcfly collections which includes 3 concert DVDs! dan the man oozes buckets and buckets and buckets of charisma on stage! what i like most about him is that he is absolutely comfortable with himself and he doesnt care what others may think of him. something which i cannot do because i care too much about my surrounding and im not as confident as him. it would be kind of cool to be oblivious about every thing around you. in some ways it's going to be less tiring... and i am rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, 3 hours lectures are getting increasingly unbearable. it is as if time stopped after the 1.5hr mark. that is, of course, an incredibly stupid and childish thing to say. and as an &lt;em&gt;aspiring&lt;/em&gt; hardworking student, it is also something i shouldnt be saying. OH NO, this cannot continue because the next 3 years (less, to be more accurate) are very well my last few years as a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7069536614194855540?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7069536614194855540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently-caught-tropic-thunder-and-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7069536614194855540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7069536614194855540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently-caught-tropic-thunder-and-high.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5809114237932586136</id><published>2008-11-07T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:32:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DONT STOP ME NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM HAVING A BALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5809114237932586136?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5809114237932586136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-stop-me-now-im-having-such-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5809114237932586136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5809114237932586136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-stop-me-now-im-having-such-good.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-3247552259197060990</id><published>2008-11-02T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:14:11.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time to be clear about what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be fine, no matter what. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because &lt;em&gt;ive got you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-3247552259197060990?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7266889346273488976</id><published>2008-10-28T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:16:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read a few of my recent entries and i realised that i have been quite mean! especially the 'bus' entry. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone gets bad days right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will stop complaining!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed at myself sometimes, argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7266889346273488976?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7266889346273488976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-read-few-of-my-recent-entries-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7266889346273488976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7266889346273488976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-read-few-of-my-recent-entries-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1154408043041774014</id><published>2008-10-28T16:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:08:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched BUTTERFLY LOVERS with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, wth right?&lt;br /&gt;when i told some of my friends that im going to watch the movie, all of them gave me the OMG-YOU-WEIRDO face.&lt;br /&gt;that was what i thought about the movie and especially the male lead, at first.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that my mother likes the original liangzhu (dont know if some of you understand what does liangzhu means) and it's not everyday i get to watch a movie with her. i have the ocbc card which entitles me to a buy 1 get 1 free ticket so i mean, why not right? i can accompany my mother and while she watches the movie i can just sit next to her and sleep if i want. but of course i didnt think it would be THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apart from expecting a lot of deliberate close up scenes of wuzun's chiselled face, i didnt think i'd take away much from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, i thought it was not a bad watch afterall!&lt;br /&gt;the story is about the 10th reincarnation of liangzhu and even though obviously they made up the plot, i think it was quite meaningful and very sad! the movie showed that they are really star-crossed lovers and even after 10 reincarnations their love still ended in tragedy. both of them had dreams about each other since young. so maybe dreams will tell us something about our past life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err actually i really dont think so. i always forget my dreams anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silliest thing about the whole movie was that their ending imitated that of romeo and juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the epic fight-in-the-rain scene? super cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i found frustrating at first was that they kept bordering on what would eventually become an happy ending and i would not have liked that because liangzhu is supposed to be a tragedy and if they changed it, it wont be liangzhu anymore! so everytime there was a twist in the plot which gave hope to the fate of the couple, i felt like i was going to be cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the movie ended in tragedy, just the way it &lt;em&gt;rightfully&lt;/em&gt; should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what started as frustrating became interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give it more credit than the 1.5 stars (out of 5) it got in &lt;em&gt;the straits times.&lt;/em&gt; even better if they got a more manly male lead. Though many would have thought that 'sparkly eyes' and 'a perfectly chiselled nose' are compliments, they are not exactly what i have in mind for a lead who's supposed to be very good at sword-fighting. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1154408043041774014?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1154408043041774014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-watched-butterfly-lovers-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1154408043041774014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2475414839005486453?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2475414839005486453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-i-always-get-feeling-that-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2475414839005486453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2475414839005486453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-i-always-get-feeling-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-712296761063885938</id><published>2008-10-22T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:11:23.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;such a long long way to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where im going i dont know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just following the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a walk in the sun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-712296761063885938?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1220895960950197538</id><published>2008-10-21T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:58:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog gets vistors googling for the weirdest things like, say, &lt;em&gt;pan ling ling's haircut &lt;/em&gt;and check this out, &lt;em&gt;RYAN LOCHTE'S PHONE NUMBER&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person who eventually clicked on my link must be a total retard because &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; i have ryan lochte's number, i wouldnt post it up here for everyone else. of course i will keep him for myself. hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was at my bus stop waiting for the bus. i got impatient 5 mins into waiting because 1. the weather was hot and i was starting to perspire&lt;br /&gt;2. i was going to be late&lt;br /&gt;very much to my delight the bus came shortly after and i started to walk towards the bus. the rest of the people at the bus stop, being typical singaporeans, were quicker than me and had already formed a queue (actually i was being very kind to say it was a queue. the most accurate word would be 'mob').&lt;br /&gt;this one woman in office attire, was however, not as quick as the rest. JUST WHEN i was about to join the queue up the bus, she quickened her steps and fell nicely into place to join the queue before me, determined as hell not to let me go before her. i swear she almost looked like she wanted to paste her face onto the back of the person before her. i was like, okay, AUNTIE, if that's what you want.&lt;br /&gt;and this is where i get really annoyed:&lt;br /&gt;a few more others quickly followed suit until i was left standing there trying to get a space for myself. i stopped trying to go up the bus before anyone and waited for everyone to get up before stomping up the bus myself. obviously i got annoyed as hell - i expected more kindness from my fellow singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;all the talk about asking singaporeans to be more gracious... face it, we all know it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying to will away a headache that started yesterday's afternoon. it definitely got worse after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1220895960950197538?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1220895960950197538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-gets-vistors-googling-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1220895960950197538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1220895960950197538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-gets-vistors-googling-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5987604240129842018</id><published>2008-10-18T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:37:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;fridays are always so LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been listening to a new (actually old, i happened to &lt;em&gt;discover&lt;/em&gt; it 2 days ago) mcfly song and it's titled 'the way you make me feel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i heard the chorus, which goes 'i cant stop digging the way you make me feel', i thought it was really stupid and cheesy but then the song has started to grow on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if it was something &lt;em&gt;heart-felt&lt;/em&gt;? you dont have to use sophisticated words to describe it because these few simple words make up the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; thing you're thinking to yourself. simple but it comes right from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it doesnt sound so stupid and cheesy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and danny definitely didnt sound stupid and cheesy. more like.... SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, just go with your heart - it can be simple if you want it to be. i can keep on telling you what i think about the whole thing but at the end of the day it comes right down to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, if you want to be rational, LISTEN TO ME. hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you have to know, it's a slow song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5987604240129842018?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5987604240129842018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-tired-fridays-are-always-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5987604240129842018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5987604240129842018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-tired-fridays-are-always-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6836472679489920280</id><published>2008-10-10T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:42:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McFly meets the Queen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dnXskil0YhI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dnXskil0YhI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUNNIEST CLIP EVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6836472679489920280?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6836472679489920280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/mcfly-meets-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6836472679489920280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6836472679489920280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/mcfly-meets-queen.html' title='McFly meets the Queen!'/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2394135375504973710</id><published>2008-10-10T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:32:15.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT MCFLY'S LATEST ALBUM! REALLY SUCKS THAT THEY DONT HAVE IT IN SINGAPORE. i should get it online, but where? :(((&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i'll get danny to &lt;em&gt;sing&lt;/em&gt; the whole album for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time to get a pair of glasses, damn.&lt;br /&gt;i know ive always gloated about how you guys have to wear glasses and i dont.&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;so tough to copy stuff in lectures and it's really starting to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i dont know. i dont want to spend money on glasses!&lt;br /&gt;i mean i cant believe this is happening to me. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ive always thought of me having perfect eyesight as a secret super power which im born with.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: zack and cody are the funniest shits ever and prison break is the best thing that can happen to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2394135375504973710?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2394135375504973710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-mcflys-latest-album-really-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2394135375504973710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2394135375504973710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-mcflys-latest-album-really-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-249756247376177836</id><published>2008-10-07T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:05:36.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Michael Phelps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vvJlwNg_DL4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vvJlwNg_DL4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously this little boy is so funny!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-249756247376177836?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/249756247376177836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-michael-phelps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/249756247376177836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/249756247376177836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-michael-phelps.html' title='Future Michael Phelps!'/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-97913450364826803</id><published>2008-09-26T20:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:14:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never, ever, get near a hornet.&lt;br /&gt;i would know because i just got stung by one!&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont know what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;could be a hornet/wasp/monster bee (it was definitely thrice the size of a normal-sized bee).&lt;br /&gt;it was hiding in my cabinet where i put all my t shirts and fbts.&lt;br /&gt;i was in a hurry to jump into the shower after a long day and when i opened my cabinet to get my stuff i just stuck my hand into it, without giving any thought to the possibility of having a hornet/wasp/monster bee snuggling up to all my comfortable wear-at-homes.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, OF COURSE i wouldnt expect a hornet/wasp/monster bee disgusting piece of shit in my cabinet every time i open it! in fact it had never ever occurred to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;after sticking my hand in i just went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the corner of my eye, i saw the bloody hornet/wasp/monster bee disgusting piece of yellow-black mass fly away, in a &lt;em&gt;HAHA-I-GOT-YOU&lt;/em&gt; kind of way (i swear).&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i knew i was running out of my room at a speed higher than what lewis hamilton's McLaren can possibly go at.&lt;br /&gt;my father, who was in the living room and was halfway through the action of lighting up the joss stick, merely shrugged and shouted for my brother to help catch the lizard/spider he &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; i probably saw.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL i started to cry like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THEN did he take me seriously!&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i cant blame him cos everytime there's a lizard/spider in my room, i scream like that too. but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the pain was crazy! i have never felt anything like it before! it mustve been the equivalent of chopping my whole hand off! (t-bag from prison break would know - he's had his chopped off TWICE. &lt;s&gt;haha&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt cry because it was too too too painful, but because i had killer cramps and still got bullied by the tutee at tuition AND ON TOP OF ALL THAT I STILL GOT STUNG BY A HORNET/WASP/MONSTER BEE DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT-CRAP. it was just a long day for me and i felt like it's super unfair!! i always jack myself and stupid things like this always only happens to me!&lt;br /&gt;and i was so so so mad at the hornet/wasp/monster bee disgusting piece of yellow-black shit-crap (okay silly me)!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why so stupid?! not like i was trying to attack it! i didnt even know it was there!&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if it doesnt have any brain, &lt;strong&gt;go grow some&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HRUMMPPPHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SNzUyhe5CAI/AAAAAAAABK8/Ok7tHqIw_x0/s1600-h/IMGP2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250305230053640194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SNzUyhe5CAI/AAAAAAAABK8/Ok7tHqIw_x0/s320/IMGP2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my good left palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SNzUuCMztOI/AAAAAAAABK0/GcBgG6xluFE/s1600-h/IMGP2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250305152936817890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SNzUuCMztOI/AAAAAAAABK0/GcBgG6xluFE/s320/IMGP2024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left palm. as you can see, i didnt make my bed but nevermind that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has since swelled to 1.5 times the size of my good left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH sorry im hysterical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-97913450364826803?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/97913450364826803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-ever-get-near-hornet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/97913450364826803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/97913450364826803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-ever-get-near-hornet.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SNzUyhe5CAI/AAAAAAAABK8/Ok7tHqIw_x0/s72-c/IMGP2022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5693394931958493101</id><published>2008-09-14T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:45:53.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not very impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5693394931958493101?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5693394931958493101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-very-impressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5693394931958493101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5693394931958493101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-very-impressed.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7009098432219796777</id><published>2008-09-09T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:45:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was talking to tong over the phone the other day about how my tuition session sucked and how the tutee refuses to listen to me. she keeps accusing me of saying and telling her things i didnt. when i say 'i didnt say that' she'd go 'yes you did'. it's really annoying cos she's lying through her teeth and i hate liars more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive come to a conclusion and that is, i think i have to stop being so nice and be more mean. so that people dont climb all over my head and take me for granted. i mean, im generally a nice person and im super easy going (i know you know that too okay). im starting to think that, that might not be such a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first step to a meaner nina is to go offline now, and therefore not finishing the file transfer with louis at msn! HAHA yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm how can anyone say all these and not sound angsty? haha okay whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7009098432219796777?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7009098432219796777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-talking-to-tong-over-phone-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7009098432219796777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7009098432219796777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-talking-to-tong-over-phone-other.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4131234949365868069</id><published>2008-09-03T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:26:16.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finished prison break S4E1 and im still recovering from shock!&lt;br /&gt;best thing everrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's gossip girl and prison break every week!&lt;br /&gt;my life just got more interesting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4131234949365868069?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4131234949365868069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-finished-prison-break-s4e1-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4131234949365868069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4131234949365868069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-finished-prison-break-s4e1-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4076805727544607707</id><published>2008-09-02T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:41:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my computer's really screwed up. i think i can only use it once a week. it will die after i shut it down and will refuse to boot up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway life has been superrrrr boring. it has made me such a dullll person. (okay so maybe i was already dull to start with. whatever!) 3 hours long lectures are really driving me nuts and you have no idea how much i hate going to school. someone heal my broken soul please(omg see i am really going crazy). havent been talking to all my friends and that really upsets me! everyone's just crazily busy with school and all right now and have forgotten about me! so yes, if you are reading this (if there's even anyone at all), TEXT ME or something! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, what am i to do without jun and jas? i'd have become a zombie a long time ago if i didnt have them to go to school with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides going to school i still tuition and drive. yes, been driving for like 6 months already and im still going for lessons. serves me right for dragging. test coming up though and im seriously keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about all that ive been doing! (minus all the ogling at ryan lochte on youtube once a week. &lt;em&gt;like there's a lot of his videos to start with, hur.&lt;/em&gt; people should stop talking about michael phelps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing a lot of jonas brothers on my ipod, since they're like big now and i must say i kinda like their music! oh and i cant believe nick jonas is only like 16 this year. okay enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everytime you smile or laugh you glow&lt;br /&gt;but you dont even know, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4076805727544607707?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4076805727544607707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-computers-really-screwed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4076805727544607707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4076805727544607707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-computers-really-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4082525603591370391</id><published>2008-08-24T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:03:41.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I pick up the phone, I'm dialing your number&lt;br /&gt;While I pray you're at home, at home and alone&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't function on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never stop believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reapwork is done. you are the one&lt;br /&gt;The radio is on but the sound is all gone&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna walk out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But lately that's been very hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a thing about you&lt;br /&gt;And I dont really know what to do&lt;br /&gt;cause I've got a thing about you, hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the phone, I'm dailing that number&lt;br /&gt;And my heart like a stone, waits for the tone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't make it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what is right and this is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my bed, better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;The tv is on, but the colours are gone&lt;br /&gt;And lately youve been painting my world blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice song by Roxette. and so emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway computer in a good mood today again haha&lt;br /&gt;gonna get it fixed soon, probably next week.&lt;br /&gt;last night i slept at 7pm and woke up only at 8.30 this morning. &lt;br /&gt;haha that's 13.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;been looking forward to the beijing 2008 closing ceremony ever since i found out that jay chou's performing. not that he's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; worthy of my attention (ive kind of out grown him already and moved on to hotter shits like danny jones and very recently, swimmer ryan lochte HAHA kidding). just that ive been so so so bored the whole day and the closing ceremony would definitely serve to be some form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;oh man and im pretty upset about the olympics ending. cos there's been so much hype and talk about it, like the whole world's excited over it.&lt;br /&gt;actually honestly, the olympics pretty much ended on the last day of swimming for me. HAHA and i cant believe i only watched 2 of ryan lochte's races, and both of which are only heats!!! didnt catch any of michael phelp's finals either, except for the 4x100 medley relay.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. where was i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4082525603591370391?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4082525603591370391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-pick-up-phone-im-dialing-your-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4082525603591370391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4082525603591370391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-pick-up-phone-im-dialing-your-number.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4870480000190173809</id><published>2008-08-19T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:55:08.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Lochte at the Olympic Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PIt86mGeZoM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PIt86mGeZoM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RYAN LOCHTE! :D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4870480000190173809?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4870480000190173809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/ryan-lochte-at-olympic-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4870480000190173809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4870480000190173809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/ryan-lochte-at-olympic-trials.html' title='Ryan Lochte at the Olympic Trials'/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-262587170415892465</id><published>2008-08-19T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:39:15.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im on my own computer!&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;it happened to be in a good mood, that's all. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-262587170415892465?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/262587170415892465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-on-my-own-computer-but-i-didnt-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/262587170415892465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/262587170415892465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-on-my-own-computer-but-i-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1215786815237372880</id><published>2008-08-15T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:24:43.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously damn jacked.&lt;br /&gt;this morning's lecture was postponed to next thursday and we didnt even know.&lt;br /&gt;the notice was up on the website but who the hell checks the stupid website on a regular basis!! but apparently, everyone except about 4 (including both of us) did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i couldve slept for a few hours more and then wake up at 10 to watch ryan lochte and michael phelps! talking about it pisses me off all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1215786815237372880?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1215786815237372880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-damn-jacked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1215786815237372880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1215786815237372880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-damn-jacked.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-7289695371829489693</id><published>2008-08-14T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:49:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RYAN LOCHTE!&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND TOBIAS ORIWOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ive been watching a lot of olympics. actually only swimming and it's really like a feast for my eyes. all the swimmers are really damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my computer is down. and im still too lazy to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;using my brother's now and i really dont like it, just because it's not my own you know. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so school has already started and all i want to say is that it is super boring. it's like i cant be bothered with anyone else but the lecturer and by that im not trying to say that ive been paying 100% in class like a studious student should.&lt;br /&gt;but ive been good! you cant expect me to hang onto every single word the lecturers say right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy do i miss jc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-7289695371829489693?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7289695371829489693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/ryan-lochte-and-and-and-tobias-oriwol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7289695371829489693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/7289695371829489693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/ryan-lochte-and-and-and-tobias-oriwol.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-102186316034494825</id><published>2008-08-06T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:14:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my tutee has been going on and on about my cursive handwriting for quite some time already and last monday she just decided to imitate it! she started to write in an awkward, twitching kind of way so i looked over to check for a bit and much to my annoyance, i realised she was actually trying awfully hard to link all her alphabets up.&lt;br /&gt;so i say 'why are you trying to write in cursive handwriting? &lt;em&gt;it's not for you&lt;/em&gt;.' she then replied with a 'then how come you can?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but all i can say is that she doesnt know what she's getting herself into, cos so far ive received more criticisms than compliments for my handwriting! (not that im the least bothered by that, HEH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-102186316034494825?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/102186316034494825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tutee-has-been-going-on-and-on-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/102186316034494825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/102186316034494825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tutee-has-been-going-on-and-on-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-6490964967828667809</id><published>2008-08-04T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:16:58.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im not going to say this without sounding like a loser but,&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE THE HOLIDAYS ARE OVERRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-6490964967828667809?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6490964967828667809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-not-going-to-say-this-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6490964967828667809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/6490964967828667809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-not-going-to-say-this-without.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4477229386595209892</id><published>2008-08-02T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:43:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i also watched brokeback mountain over the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i remember i first watched it when i was in secondary 4, with friends, at jas's place. why did we even want to watch it then huh? i think i already liked heath ledger then?&lt;br /&gt;but my point is, we were too young and childish and ignorant then! i remember we couldnt stop cringing and covering our eyes. i was disgusted and unaccepting.&lt;br /&gt;but after watching it again now, i was very touched! and my favourite scene is that when ennis and jack had a heated argument and jack goes 'i wish i knew how to quit you'.&lt;br /&gt;the movie definitely made me look at things from a different perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4477229386595209892?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4477229386595209892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-also-watched-brokeback-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4477229386595209892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4477229386595209892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-also-watched-brokeback-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-2724974128347392846</id><published>2008-08-02T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:32:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant get enough of heath ledger's accent in 10 things i hate about you.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive watched the movie for at least 5 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught dark knight again with jas yesterday because im just too nice. and cos i have this card that entitles me to a 'buy one get one free movie ticket' deal. seriously, i wouldnt pay a full 10 bucks to watch the 2 hours 30 mins movie a 2nd time. i drink so much water that i have to pee once every 1.5 hrs. and watching heath ledger in the movie makes me super sad. the joker's also very disturbing and dark and it bothers &lt;s&gt;a small young girl like&lt;/s&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway mcfly has got a new album! everytime danny sings 'do you do you do you love me?' i couldnt stop smiling. &lt;s&gt;why is he questioning my love for him?&lt;/s&gt; omg he sounds so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-2724974128347392846?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2724974128347392846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-get-enough-of-heath-ledgers-accent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2724974128347392846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/2724974128347392846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-get-enough-of-heath-ledgers-accent.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4994208122965527445</id><published>2008-07-27T21:16:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:34:10.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK FROM KL! (bet you didnt know i went in the first place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx250DBgaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/GzmLZ853w80/s1600-h/IMGP1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227684003066249634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx250DBgaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/GzmLZ853w80/s320/IMGP1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malacca. (or melaka? seriously im confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx22Smqk7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/TBs_DzWLuUE/s1600-h/IMGP1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683942549328818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx22Smqk7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/TBs_DzWLuUE/s320/IMGP1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2sh2u42I/AAAAAAAAAzw/6xYQmodXzA0/s1600-h/IMGP1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683774844560226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2sh2u42I/AAAAAAAAAzw/6xYQmodXzA0/s320/IMGP1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2mXDaM-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/WUpUvrDMgqw/s1600-h/IMGP1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683668865725410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2mXDaM-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/WUpUvrDMgqw/s320/IMGP1913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you this dog will be a movie star (when he gets his break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2gqbdxvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/RpeOgrUbQa0/s1600-h/IMGP1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683570987681522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2gqbdxvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/RpeOgrUbQa0/s320/IMGP1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2SqFZgTI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/8abxRrAyp6Q/s1600-h/IMGP1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683330376958258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2SqFZgTI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/8abxRrAyp6Q/s320/IMGP1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea to act retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2MgQhFXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EQ4_vSH2KHw/s1600-h/IMGP1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683224660022642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx2MgQhFXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EQ4_vSH2KHw/s320/IMGP1927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1_ToQBCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/YNRh9ZsLt0w/s1600-h/IMGP1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227682997931607074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1_ToQBCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/YNRh9ZsLt0w/s320/IMGP1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx16H5yIAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/HBKPWYk1AB0/s1600-h/IMGP1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227682908884574210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx16H5yIAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/HBKPWYk1AB0/s320/IMGP1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to do a jumping shot here.. but lousy photographer. hmm wonder who's that? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx11jRh9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/M-N_x51YhZI/s1600-h/IMGP1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227682830332589442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx11jRh9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/M-N_x51YhZI/s320/IMGP1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1s6x_0gI/AAAAAAAAAyg/sW_eHQnmzMk/s1600-h/IMGP1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227682682023956994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1s6x_0gI/AAAAAAAAAyg/sW_eHQnmzMk/s320/IMGP1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo shot #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1mwhw8pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qzZCxmQatEQ/s1600-h/IMGP1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227682576192303762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx1mwhw8pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qzZCxmQatEQ/s320/IMGP1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-4994208122965527445?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4994208122965527445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-from-kl-bet-you-didnt-know-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4994208122965527445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4994208122965527445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-from-kl-bet-you-didnt-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SIx250DBgaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/GzmLZ853w80/s72-c/IMGP1906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-883180045187671658</id><published>2008-07-22T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:13:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In February 2008 actors &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Johnny Depp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Depp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Jude Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jude_Law"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jude Law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Colin Farrell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colin_Farrell"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colin Farrell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; signed on to take over Ledger's role, becoming multiple incarnations of his character, Tony, transformed in the "magical" world of the film, in part as a "tribute" to Ledger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh, so the movie for which they got 3 other actors to finish production is &lt;a title="The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Imaginarium_of_Doctor_Parnassus"&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;/a&gt;, not the dark knight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-883180045187671658?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/883180045187671658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-february-2008-actors-johnny-depp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/883180045187671658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/883180045187671658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-february-2008-actors-johnny-depp.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-1648180784562061567</id><published>2008-07-22T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:56:47.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bumped into huizi yesterday and i will not say where cos she says it's a secret. haha seriously she's still so crazy. we talked quite a bit and it was fun catching up with each other!&lt;br /&gt;and today weiyu and i finally met up for some badminton! still think that running is the best exercise. and ive taken a &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; liking to running recently! omg can you believe this? so yes, ive been running almost everyday, 1/2 hr each time, and it's because i really like to run now, especially at night! i dunno, when it's all dark and i cant even see myself properly, i feel like im running away from everything and it's just me and the long and empty road ahead...&lt;br /&gt;so after all the running, im actually secretly thinking about the nike human 1ok race!! afterall it's charity and for a good course right?&lt;br /&gt;but of course, being a complete chicken, it was just an empty thought. 10k is not a lot compared to the full marathon but still have to train you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i cant believe ive digressed so much. what i wanted to say was that im really glad to have known huizi and weiyu, both my primary and secondary school friends! and i know i really have a terrible memory but i'll always remember all the funny things we did together back in school! i havent really talked to them in 2 years but we're still super comfortable around one another now and im really, really happy that we're still good friends :) ive known these 2 for about a decade already... and counting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i watched &lt;em&gt;10 things i hate about you&lt;/em&gt; last night on youtube. yes yes, very old movie and im really slow... i know already...&lt;br /&gt;heath ledger :) :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-1648180784562061567?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1648180784562061567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/bumped-into-huizi-yesterday-and-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1648180784562061567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/1648180784562061567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/bumped-into-huizi-yesterday-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-4814952314691585301</id><published>2008-07-19T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:42:20.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today on the train i heard a group of secondary school girls talking about THE DARK KNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;those ignorant young shits didnt even know who played the joker.&lt;br /&gt;so they were saying &lt;em&gt;i heard he was too engrossed in playing the joker and couldnt get out of it so he took pills and died, so sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;im sure there's a better way of putting it. like before you even talk about this, at least go find out his name and address him properly right.&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/11418887-4814952314691585301?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4814952314691585301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-on-train-i-heard-group-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4814952314691585301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/4814952314691585301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-on-train-i-heard-group-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5800921602390583225</id><published>2008-07-18T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:53:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been watching a lot of television lately.&lt;br /&gt;zack and cody on at 6pm every tuesdays wednesdays and thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;then there's also the stupid ch 8 9pm show.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why i watch it every weekday. maybe i just wanted to annoy myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;christopher lee's character in the show is super irritating, going after a girl like that, it's so not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that at 10pm there's another show i watch on ch u!&lt;br /&gt;i watch it for thomas ong (now i know who) and jullian hee and michelle chia!&lt;br /&gt;okay mainly for thomas ong, happy?&lt;br /&gt;and ive realised how most of the female mediacorp celebrities are secretly pretty.&lt;br /&gt;like michelle chia and pan ling ling! (i wonder if she has an english name)&lt;br /&gt;michelle chia looks like a bambi with really super pretty eyes and pan ling ling just screams elegance! she's so fair and pretty and not every girl can look good when fair because some just comes off as pale. heh. ive seen girls who are sickly pale and it's damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay too much of talking about girls.&lt;br /&gt;ive been reading GOSSIP GIRL books!&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i (already) know it's a really stupid read. secret indulgence can? haha&lt;br /&gt;i finished one book in about 2 hours the other day. i skipped all the dan and vannessa parts because their stories are absolutely not linked to blair and nate and serena.&lt;br /&gt;dan is just too overwhelmingly eccentric in the books. and vannessa... no comments. haha&lt;br /&gt;so there was this part which read: she rested her hand on nate's right bicep, which is peeking out of the sleeve of his navy blue BEN SHERMAN polo tee.&lt;br /&gt;you can totally imagine my eyes widening right!&lt;br /&gt;nate in a BEN SHERMAN tee!&lt;br /&gt;that's too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay too much hotness in a single entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: erm in case you're wondering what happened before and after the ben sherman polo tee part, nate's coach's wife is actually trying to seduce him but of course he was immensely grossed out because he only has eyes for blair.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha ive always like to think that blair and nate will always be together and in the book, the both of them knew that no matter what they will end up with each other. not so much like this in the show and that's why i didnt really enjoy all the episodes following their break up, hrummphhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i think, too much gossip girl! no intention to blog about it at all but it just came. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5800921602390583225?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5800921602390583225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-watching-lot-of-television.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5800921602390583225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5800921602390583225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-watching-lot-of-television.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8239006940596335106</id><published>2008-07-18T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:27:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the things which i thought about during THE DARK KNIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hey alex mahone from prison break is in the movie! ( too bad he died in the first 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;2. which joker is actually played by heath ledger?&lt;br /&gt;3. why none of the jokers sound like heath ledger? (he had a nice and low and charismatic speaking voice)&lt;br /&gt;4. it's weird why batman has a completely different set of voice when he's in his suit.&lt;br /&gt;5. batman has the coolest car ever, period.&lt;br /&gt;6. aaron eckhart is pretty impressive. big change from NO RESERVATIONS to THE DARK KNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;7. i need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;8. i need to pee damn badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt come out of the theatre thinking OMG I LOVE THIS MOVIE. (like i did after NARNIA)&lt;br /&gt;but it's cool lah and has a lot of depth to it.&lt;br /&gt;one of the very few movies which make you think a lot after that.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, maybe it was too long for me.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet tong was the only one in the &lt;em&gt;entire &lt;/em&gt;theatre who cried at the ending. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8239006940596335106?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8239006940596335106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-which-i-thought-about-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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colour, but it didnt make me feel any less upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5963993292809350627?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5963993292809350627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-feeling-little-upset-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5963993292809350627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5963993292809350627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-feeling-little-upset-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8577639363358204102</id><published>2008-07-11T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:43:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i am so tired. and im having a crazy migraine.&lt;br /&gt;also slightly sun burnt from watching the races at macritchie.&lt;br /&gt;it was really exciting watching all of them race... you know, just imagine what they are all feeling when they're racing down their lanes and aiming for that finishing line. cant believe i was just like them last year this time...&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is just different, when you're only watching them from land.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel so happy for all of them, especially the girls... for doing so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i am damn pissed off with SSDC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8577639363358204102?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8577639363358204102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-am-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8577639363358204102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8577639363358204102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-8572362043167949482</id><published>2008-07-09T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:31:46.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive mastered the art of ignoring provocations.&lt;br /&gt;i wore the collegiate to macritchie today, watched a couple of races, had lunch with the girls and then wore the same shirt to driving, plainly because i was lazy to bring extra change.&lt;br /&gt;after driving jas and i took the train home and there were 2 guys in the notoriously ugly grey and navy blue uniform in the same cabin. one of them couldnt stop talking and because he was loud enough for all the people in the cabin to hear, we heard him telling his friend about how acjc sucks and how he made the correct choice (well at least to him) of going into xjc (no sweets for guessing which college correctly). he mustve repeated this line at least thrice, only in different phrasings.&lt;br /&gt;when we alighted at our stop he still threw us a crazily digusting smirk. then again, i thought it definitely resembled the bitter look that of a sore loser's.&lt;br /&gt;well you see, im pretty sure he was denied admission into the prestigious acjc (at which yours truly spent the last 2 years studying, ahem) at &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; the PAE and JAE.&lt;br /&gt;if i was 4 years younger i wouldve walked right over to him and criticised him all over.&lt;br /&gt;being naive and young and a total&lt;em&gt; lianz&lt;/em&gt; you know. HEH HEH&lt;br /&gt;but ive learnt that this kind of people just have nothing better to do and that he just has to say bad things about other people to make his pathetic self feel better.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, ignoring would be the best way to get back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so childish, small boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-8572362043167949482?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8572362043167949482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-mastered-art-of-ignoring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8572362043167949482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/8572362043167949482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-mastered-art-of-ignoring.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5679406747841357609</id><published>2008-07-04T12:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:06:39.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was googling for pictures just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2uws0fBgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bdWML6Wbqts/s1600-h/leighton_meester8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019694880523778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2uws0fBgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bdWML6Wbqts/s320/leighton_meester8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2upJeVDlI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XaAXA-BD4dc/s1600-h/76851685-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019565133270610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2upJeVDlI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XaAXA-BD4dc/s320/76851685-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2uiagmR2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/eNzaLJBx6oM/s1600-h/meester-gossip-girl-rain-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019449447106402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2uiagmR2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/eNzaLJBx6oM/s320/meester-gossip-girl-rain-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg one of my favourite pictures of BLAIR! i think leighton meester is so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2ualGSziI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JHI3LuAo4S0/s1600-h/victoria_beckham300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019314850614818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2ualGSziI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JHI3LuAo4S0/s320/victoria_beckham300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg they are sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2twLA1hjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/2nQx6JQSfc8/s1600-h/2562878375a44abd880dkw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018586293896754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2twLA1hjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/2nQx6JQSfc8/s320/2562878375a44abd880dkw0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2tqg2i1OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7wO3msfvcOY/s1600-h/00210m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018489077093602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2tqg2i1OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7wO3msfvcOY/s320/00210m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agyness deyn. cant get enough of her, so so cool. and she's british.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2r09hhC0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XdPy2sz_uhY/s1600-h/hermes-ss2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219016469548960578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2r09hhC0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XdPy2sz_uhY/s320/hermes-ss2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought this was cool. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5679406747841357609?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5679406747841357609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-googling-for-pictures-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5679406747841357609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5679406747841357609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-googling-for-pictures-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkX8LDw-Tvo/SG2uws0fBgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bdWML6Wbqts/s72-c/leighton_meester8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-5764042515023908170</id><published>2008-06-30T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:44:15.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;went to cut hair with charmaine today. actually i was the only one who got a haircut and she was super nice to have accompanied me :) THANK YOU CHARMAINE!&lt;br /&gt;oh and i still have a problem with putting products in my hair. DONT BLUFF when you say some wax/clay are not sticky at all cos no matter how good the stuff is, my hand will still feel sticky after running them through my hair. i just have an issue with that you know you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also happy i got to wake up late :D but im still kind of tuned to waking up at 7 so this morning it was a mix of waking up and falling back to sleep and waking up and falling back to sleep from 5am onwards. in the end i was fully awake and wide-eyed at 9am, which is still kind of early, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been thinking a lot about... my love and hatred for KIDS. sometimes i think they are so damn cute? but when they act retarded and do stupid things like CRY, SHOUT AND RUN ABOUT, i just feel like... i dunno, sticking out my leg and tripping them when they run? etc etc. hahaha argh sometimes they are so annoying. today this small  girl in her nursery uniform was blowing milk out of her straw at charmaine and i. i didnt know whether to think she was cute (cos she has big eyes and long curly hair and was also humming some tune while blowing crazily at her straw) or disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, july's going to be a busy, busy month! and soon it'll be august. and it will be back to school. hmm as you can see, im totally psyched about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-5764042515023908170?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5764042515023908170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-happy-went-to-cut-hair-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5764042515023908170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/5764042515023908170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-happy-went-to-cut-hair-with.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11418887.post-9064322889147432885</id><published>2008-06-30T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:01:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the hurry to show me where im wrong and how smart you are?&lt;br /&gt;you are always doing it to me and i think ive had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11418887-9064322889147432885?l=dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/feeds/9064322889147432885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-hurry-to-show-me-where-im-wrong-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/9064322889147432885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11418887/posts/default/9064322889147432885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dance-inside-the-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-hurry-to-show-me-where-im-wrong-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NINALEE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128321062013941830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
