<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:00.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*bOrN tO mAkE iT rAiN*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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such a lazy ass. ok maybe my medulla oblongata is paralysed or something. wad causes tt?oh yeah alcohol.drunken stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is a classic example of a cheenafied junk.dun understand why everyone just dumps stuff everywhere,its not like it matters larz since it looks like a dump site already newae.i'll make sure when i get my own apartment i'll keep it nice, simple and neat.[nothing like my house] it reminds me of those big kampong houses we see on tv.one that the villagers have absolutely no idea  wad the difference btwn a kitchen and a living room or a bed room is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap i need to  puke now.i hate headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91892391?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91892391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91892391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91892391' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91764617</id><published>2003-04-01T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T01:29:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Heard your doing ok, but i want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;Im Addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend i don't care when you don't think about me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i deserve this? &lt;br /&gt;I tried to make ya happy, but u left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to forget that im adicted to you&lt;br /&gt;but i want it &amp; i need it, im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;now its over, &amp; I cant forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i never, wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaker...heartbreaker...heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day i met you &amp; after all we went through &lt;br /&gt;im still addicted, im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that its true&lt;br /&gt;ive gone a thousand miles to get you&lt;br /&gt;do you think i deseve this? &lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I did all that i could, just to keep you&lt;br /&gt;but u left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will i be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why im still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I cant make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...heartbreaker...heartbreaker...heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hearbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;hearbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91764617?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91764617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91764617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91764617' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91684096</id><published>2003-03-30T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T20:15:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no clog&lt;br /&gt;no bleed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91684096?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91684096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91684096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91684096' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91680185</id><published>2003-03-30T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T18:38:17.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eminem - Sing For The Moment lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Verse #1&lt;br /&gt;These ideas are nightmares for white parents&lt;br /&gt;Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever they say has no bearing&lt;br /&gt;Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing&lt;br /&gt;To see him walking around with his headphones blaring&lt;br /&gt;Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care&lt;br /&gt;He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out&lt;br /&gt;When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out&lt;br /&gt;Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out&lt;br /&gt;But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back&lt;br /&gt;Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap&lt;br /&gt;He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap&lt;br /&gt;His step-father hit him so he socked him back&lt;br /&gt;And broke his nose, this house is a broken home&lt;br /&gt;There's no control, he just lets his emotions go&lt;br /&gt;Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, sing for the year&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me,just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse #2&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum&lt;br /&gt;Only you're unholy, only have one homey&lt;br /&gt;Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me&lt;br /&gt;But everybody just feels like they can relate&lt;br /&gt;I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great&lt;br /&gt;Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate&lt;br /&gt;Its like kids hang on every single statement we make&lt;br /&gt;Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum&lt;br /&gt;Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?&lt;br /&gt;From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'&lt;br /&gt;To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass&lt;br /&gt;But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you&lt;br /&gt;Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to&lt;br /&gt;To get their hands on every dime you have&lt;br /&gt;They want you to lose your mind every time you mad&lt;br /&gt;So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon&lt;br /&gt;You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns&lt;br /&gt;Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly&lt;br /&gt;But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously&lt;br /&gt;So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me&lt;br /&gt;They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me&lt;br /&gt;If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete&lt;br /&gt;It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck can i raise a little girl?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to&lt;br /&gt;You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse #3&lt;br /&gt;They say music can alter moods and talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?&lt;br /&gt;Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude&lt;br /&gt;Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued&lt;br /&gt;See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols&lt;br /&gt;And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool&lt;br /&gt;Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales&lt;br /&gt;You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self&lt;br /&gt;We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail&lt;br /&gt;It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'&lt;br /&gt;To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing&lt;br /&gt;Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine&lt;br /&gt;Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long&lt;br /&gt;Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs&lt;br /&gt;Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives&lt;br /&gt;So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die&lt;br /&gt;Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe&lt;br /&gt;We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs&lt;br /&gt;And we can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Without Beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental&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/3842387-91680185?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91680185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91680185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91680185' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91629369</id><published>2003-03-29T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:23:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Light In Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time that we kissed goodbye All our "I love you's" were just not enough to survive Something your eyes never told me But it's only now too plain to see Brilliant disguise when you hold me And I'm free I've been thinking and here's what I've come to conclude Sometimes the distance is more than two people can use But how could I have known girl It was time and not space you would need Darling tonight I could hold you and you would know But would you believe There's a light in your eyes that I used to see There's a place in your heart where I used to be Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me There's a light in your eyes Did you leave that light burning for me Cards and phone calls and photograph pictures of you Constant reminder of all the things you get used to Is there a chance in hell or heaven That there's still something here to build on Or do you just pick up the pieces after they fall But after all There's a light in your eyes that I used to see And a song in the words that you spoke to me Was I wrong to believe in your melody There's a light in your eyes Did you leave that light burning for me Should I keep on waiting or does love keep on fading away Fading away It's been a while since I've seen you so how have you been Did you get my letter I wrote you, but I did not send I tried to call your old number But the voice that I heard on the phone I recognized but she told me the number was wrong There's a light in my eyes but it's too bright to see And a pain in my heart where you used to be Guess I was wrong to assume that you were waiting here for me There's a light in your eyes Did you leave that light burning for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91629369?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91629369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91629369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91629369' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91600832</id><published>2003-03-29T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T05:19:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow its the third time im blogging tdy.am i really tt bored?yeah ok i guess i am.hmm leila,shiying,janelle and sukuen were over at my house tdy to settle the AA stuff.was pretty glad i had company actually cos this whole SARS thing is gettin way too blown outta porpotion[tt isin my view of cos]i mean i noe its easy to get infected and all but do we really hafta stay at home all day!?! i mean only 2/3 of the pple went for youth service  tdy and i wasn't even one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;free my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha actually its not all that difficult to free a heart rite? i mean if ur heart's been trapped all u hafta do is find the key.and set it free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91600832?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91600832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91600832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91600832' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91596925</id><published>2003-03-29T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T02:16:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was obvious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No arguments, no pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices were precise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure and joyous clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a simple life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grew and learned to face the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel so unprepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause black and white turned grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unfaltering vision failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus left my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where choices were once obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today I’m a teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite nothing’s so clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing through an adult’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child’s biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91596925?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91596925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91596925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91596925' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91595040</id><published>2003-03-29T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T00:52:55.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched the movie Out Of Time.haha i've kinda taken a liking to watching the hallmark channel.tts bad,means im growing emotionally needy.ohwell the movie was quite cool actually,modern day rip van winkle and i think they're gonna show Hans Christian Anderson soon.the only story i like by him is the little mermaid though.the rest are just too idealistic.i quite fancy the idea of turning into foam for the one i love becos i can't bear  to kill him[even though he fell for another girl]tts the ultimate sacrifice someone can do rite? and its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91595040?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91595040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91595040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91595040' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91533254</id><published>2003-03-27T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T23:38:36.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ian's nick is "&lt;i&gt;i just want u to noe i love u for who u are&lt;/i&gt;" ain't tt sweet...hahahaha but its not for me of cos.argh im getting so sick of  staying at home.wonder if they'll bring forward the day we can resume sch activities.but den again chances are really slim. watched AFV yesterday nite and all the church weddings tt went wrong looked so damm farnie.but everything before something went wrong was v pretty of cos.im waiting for someone i noe to get married so i can go attend a church wedding too! hmm maybe i should go buy a cocktail dress and stock itup just in case.hahaha nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leila and shiying are coming over tmr to llearn the guides dance.i hope everything goes well,sports day[which of cos we aren't practicing since there's stupid SARS] and rg guides AA.hate to see it become a flop like last yr's. ok im really bored and i can't think of anything else to write.[bah i mean type]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah suddenly there's always so many pple online.cos of SARS again.everyone's grounded.everyone's over paranoid parent has told them tt 300 pple in thailand died of SARS[which of cos was contributed by my mum who believes everything her friends crap up]and everyone can't go back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newae i think Star news asia is seriously outdated.they keep reporting wrong figures bout the pple infected with SARS in singapore and stuff.hmm...and they play seasons of sitcoms and stuff even later den channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91533254?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91533254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91533254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91533254' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91514004</id><published>2003-03-27T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T17:00:30.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth how can they close sch cos of SARS? now im practically in captivity.and for 10 days?i should just go jump off the fullerton.hmm ohwell been up to nothing these few days.and my mum's been screaming at me every single morning to wake up and  study.and she's banned me from the comp,tv and any contact with the outside world.do i care?no.&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/3842387-91514004?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91514004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91514004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91514004' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91179925</id><published>2003-03-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T06:51:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from x's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh and michelle tried to steal joel away from suwee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's michelle? im confused man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-91179925?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91179925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91179925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91179925' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-91108503</id><published>2003-03-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T22:13:06.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh back from cheerleading. was quite nice having lunch with some of the cheerleaders and as usual choon hwee didn't come  down for practise.sigh...ohwell buckle cheerleading is ruined at my hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for sarah,leila and shiying's party later.dun worry pple im sure everything will be fine and if v few pple turn up at least we get to eat their food too=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...how could i forget...happy birthday Akrab..raihana toks so blardie much bout u tt i can remember every single thing.&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/3842387-91108503?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91108503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/91108503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91108503' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90926701</id><published>2003-03-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T07:27:17.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha ohwell typical day.went to the Yhope HQ and den for dance.my folks are coming back from phuket tmr! &lt;br /&gt;lets see i've only done one chinese  wksht so far  for  the whole  hols.im such a blardie slacker.the retarded kind that ends up going to some pok jc like erm...CJC? so yeah shoot me.i need a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rai called  bout the AA dance.hey if any sec4  guide is reading this.pls dun make things difficult for us.its not easy being  dance ic so pls cooperate and come down for dance practises ok?poor raihana is freakin out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for my church camp but i dunno  if it  will clash with the class chalet.cos the date sounds really farmiliar[tts if we are having a class chalet] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go sunbathing tmr? nah i think the sudden tan will be too drastic. haha actually hmm i dunno...will think bout it tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90926701?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90926701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90926701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90926701' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90853974</id><published>2003-03-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T06:08:28.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damm im  psychologically traumatised now[did i even spell psychologically correctly den?] wad the hell is wrong  with all the scouts? they dun have lives.this like sec 2 scout tts really despo asked if i'd wanna go catch a movie.are u outta ur mind?im not a phedopile.[ok actually the repulsive part is he's despo and fat and ugly not his age] but yeah...eew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90853974?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90853974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90853974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90853974' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90803296</id><published>2003-03-16T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T06:12:42.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not a lot to tok bout actually.well just that the hols are here and yeah myschedule's so packed. &lt;br /&gt;i think  there's some mix up bout me going out with yew mun and kelvin on mon.erm yew mun sorry im not  going out with u cos &lt;br /&gt;1) im not free&lt;br /&gt;2)im not interested&lt;br /&gt;3)im already in love with an incredible guy&lt;br /&gt;4)have i mentioned the incredible guy in my life yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice of u to say my personality's like a shining  star.really i dun get tt kinda comments v often[never actually] haha but yeah i dun deserve tt kinda praise nd im sure you'll find anice  girl someday=)ur a good fren.and a good guy.hee why am i writing this? yew mun's not even gonna read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90803296?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90803296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90803296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90803296' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90705438</id><published>2003-03-14T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T04:32:17.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh im so tired.came back after my short trip to j8[which was after swim carn] and slept till now.actually i dunno why im so tired, my team was so damm slack at swim carn.haha we were just sitting around and being lame=p so envious of april and gaya.they were gonna meet their bfs at j8.bah.oh i think jaafer is a nice kid btw gaya.but tt wasn't the reason i didn't stay. my sis has a history test tmr so yeah she was grumbling so i was like'okok fine let's go'.sisters are so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;they call me superman,im here to rescue u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat happened in my class was so sad=( felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell but at least the hols are here.and my schedule's like really really packed=) tt means at least the hols won't be boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90705438?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90705438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90705438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90705438' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90577137</id><published>2003-03-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T01:04:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Flavor Of The Weak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paints her nails and she don't know&lt;br /&gt;He's got her best friend on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes&lt;br /&gt;For all he gives to her&lt;br /&gt;And he's got posters on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls he wished she was&lt;br /&gt;And he means everything to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend, he don't know&lt;br /&gt;Anything about her&lt;br /&gt;He's too stoned, Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could make her see&lt;br /&gt;She's just the Flavor of the Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday night and She's all alone&lt;br /&gt;He's a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;She's dressed to kill, but the TV's on&lt;br /&gt;He's connected to the sound&lt;br /&gt;And he's got pictures on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls he's loved before&lt;br /&gt;And she knows all his favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah got hit by jolene's ball during softball in the face! haha didn't hurt but ohwell i ain't ever gonna be a pitcher anymore.softball's fun[even though im not v good at it] so shagged.i think tt everything is just draining all my essence outta me man.i think i need to go to maldives and spend the rest of my life there.sanctuary.hahaha.maybe den i won't go crazy.well haha tts just fantasy ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird pple have been contacting me with weird means,calling me on my hp and suddenly i have so many unknown pple adding me to their list of contacts.i dun even noe why.bleh i want sat to come soon.den i can go for youth service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90577137?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90577137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90577137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90577137' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90515034</id><published>2003-03-11T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T02:58:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;day 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring day.the e math test was ok, but how come mrs chew gave us so lil time!?!? no fair.&lt;br /&gt;haha i was born on a monday! ok at first i wasn't sure but now its a verified fact. &lt;i&gt;monday's child is fair of face&lt;/i&gt;.tt has a lot of interpretations to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't got down to doing my lit essay.its due tmr.sheesh i dun even like hawk roostings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90515034?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90515034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90515034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90515034' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90449907</id><published>2003-03-10T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T03:02:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042696403_esh2ogddss.jpg" border="0" alt="Water Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are&lt;br&gt;usually content with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90449907?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90449907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90449907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90449907' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90449820</id><published>2003-03-10T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T02:59:18.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;its just emotions taking me over&lt;br /&gt;im caught up in sorrow lost in a soul&lt;br /&gt;but if u won't come back come home to me darling&lt;br /&gt;dun u noe tt there'll be nobody left in this world to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;dun u noe tt there'll be nobody left in  this world to kiss good night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh so many of the scouts msging me for other guides numbers.check out the nick of one"rg guides are so friendly and cool" *chuckles* my goodness did we really make such a good impression?i thought we were disliked by other schols cos of our degree of slackness, but den again those are girl schools.maybe the scouts dunno bout how obnoxious other pple think we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to settle for cheerleading, and those 3 damm slack cheerleaders haven't been coming down for practise at all!im so pissed*grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u still with joel?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;ask for fun lor.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh?&lt;br /&gt;so are u?&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna noe,why didn't u ask him, u see him in sch everyday?&lt;br /&gt;watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pple just like asking stupid questions and den adding watevers to their speech.ttts so retarded.and i dun like pple who watever me.makes me blardie pissed. change my attitude? hah why dun u try changing urs for a min.&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/3842387-90449820?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90449820'/><link 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would you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Come with me now to a special land&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, ohh, ohh 3 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind once again&lt;br /&gt;I must have been dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Thought I felt your heartbeat just then&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered how it would be&lt;br /&gt;If I was your lady&lt;br /&gt;And you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;I would put my heart in your hand And it would never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk me home (walk me home)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go all the way alone (all alone)&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me me home&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you take my hand (take my hand)&lt;br /&gt;Come with me now to a special land (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, la, la, la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold your picture &lt;br /&gt;Next to my heart all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, baby&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So glad you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered how it would be&lt;br /&gt;If I was your lady&lt;br /&gt;And you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;I would put my heart in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And it would never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk me home (Baby would you walk me home)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go all the way alone (All alone)&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me me home&lt;br /&gt;(Baby would you) take my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come with me now to a special land (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Everyday and night I wanna hold you &lt;br /&gt;Understand that I am gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;In my own special way (In my own special way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk me home &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go all the way alone &lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me me home&lt;br /&gt;(If you take my hand) Baby would you take my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come with me now to a special land&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me home (Oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk me home (Baby, would you walk me home)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go all the way alone (All alone)&lt;br /&gt;Baby would you walk with me me home (Home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Would you walk with me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90238159?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90238159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90238159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90238159' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90201882</id><published>2003-03-05T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T15:14:33.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're playing the founders day song.haha so retarded we're supposed to learn it for ACE tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaya and anusha are seated on the tchr's table next to me.im dead tired.&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/3842387-90201882?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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prefect mistress cos she wasn't carrying out her duties[they claim] since she didn't book me for the tattoo.long story.see i had a tatto on my ankle and den since i had it  for 2 weeks and no one said nothing i thot it was not  a violation of sch rule rite? but mrs mohammad told me it was so she booked me.den i told her tt my class ic[jiaxin] didn't say anything bout it so she lightened it to a normal booking instead of  a tchrs one.quite nice rite? and she told miss lim[the prefect mistress] so now jiaxin's in trouble and she claims she  didn't see it.how can shhe not  see it??? she walks down the row every morning during assembly to check if  our socks cover our ankle bone.maybe she's blind.bleargh.newae she booked me for my nametag.how spiteful.it ain't my fault tt she got called not carrying out her duties rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bad start.den later some cheerleading stuff.mr tan  didn't seem v pleased bout something and he spoke in a stern tone.asked me to go see him.but i couldn't fine him so i dunno wad's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dun understand shy my tchrs hafta gimme this kinda shit all the time.im not a bad student.i dun smoke,i dun take pot, im not a  delinquint, i dun get myself pregnant and deliver in the sch toilet,i dun rebute them,all i ever did wrong was get my hp confiscated!?! giimme a break rite?dun hafta keep harping on the past and picking on everything i do. they ain't even given me a chance to be good.everything's my blardie fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ohwell on a lighter note,went to holland v to my church's hq yesterday. with ruisi.the ac pple were having  care grp there.i really like my church.its the pple that make the church not the structure.haha well learnt about " a new you" and yeah it was liberating. haha  farnie thing though, i walked through  this panel of glass at the kitchen cos i thought there was nothing*ouch* den was late for dance so i had to take a cab.8 bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90173834?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90173834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90173834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90173834' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-90038688</id><published>2003-03-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T23:43:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think all my songs in my playlist are so thrashy now.bleargh no more good artistes in the market.all of them are just pretty faces and image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm gonna meet ruisi tmr.haha den i think i betta go for hiphop.really outta shape.wad else?oh yeah think i should go check out MVP valentine.been inspired to do tt after that sermon.haha but  wad pastor jeff said was really liberating.was bout teamwork.and the greatest partnership that can ever exist is between u and jesus! i've come to realise prayer really does change things.ask and it wil be given to you.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak i left my waterbottle in sch after  camp.was a birthday present from my bro=( i think i should just use those cheapskate plastic mineral bottles cos i already lost 3 bottles within a span of  2 months!!! im such a forgetful nut.made so many careless mistakers in myy a math test man...shaf the smart ass scored 39/40.should've just copied her  work.her handwriting is  big and nice and so clear from where i sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036298195_slutresult.jpg" border="0" alt="nerdslut"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nerdslut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Saturnia/1034828141_idealistic.jpg" border="0" alt="Idealistic Virgin"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are an IDEALISTIC VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Saturnia/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Virgin%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Virgin Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-90038688?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90038688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/90038688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90038688' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89992232</id><published>2003-03-02T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T01:15:47.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;oh my pride is all i have&lt;br /&gt;you'll be needing me but to bad&lt;br /&gt;the path u chose to fall along&lt;br /&gt;here with me u had a home...oh yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think im such a boring person...like everyone takes cameras wherever they go so they can remember pple by and i just plain dun give a damm.[but tts solely cos i look bad in pictures, worse den real life]haha i shall resolve to bring a camera to sch tmr...for real...guides camp was quite fun...danctitude was a blast!!!!!someday i'll be  the one dancing up there with pple giving me the standing ovation.-yay-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh got an A1 for chinese.al that nervousness for nothin.jiang's crash course paid off after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-89992232?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89992232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89992232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89992232' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89415225</id><published>2003-02-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T15:57:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-89415225?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89415225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89415225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89415225' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89305763</id><published>2003-02-18T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T06:19:03.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww man i just deleted everything that i had intended to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha nadzirah said the other day that i was eating a lot recently.i think its true.look at my chubbycheeks and spare tyres around my waist already=p hah ah shall resolve to go ona diet.again. newae i think nadzirah is getting more attractive.but when i told her that she was like"u want money izzit?i have money"*opens wallet* sheesh no one ever believes wadeva i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched she's all that.haha i wanna be laney bogs[note the i wanna be].hee usher raymond is so cute in there, even though he appears like for wad 3 scenes? and freddie prinze jr is ok i guess. i dunno why i used to like him when i was a kid.haha ohwell watching him in scooby doo with the fake blond wig  and all kinda changed all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i feel happy tdy.must be still really high from sweets[shafia's fault for tempting me in class].discocered recently that i can get high on chocolates and do crazy un-suwee things.everyone in class can vouch for that.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some talk on safe chatting online during  assembly tsy.tts so retarded.from now on everyone should just sign in as rectangle.den they'd be safe from rapist and phedophils[i dun think its spelt this way]cos ita not a provocative name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-89305763?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89305763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89305763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89305763' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89140883</id><published>2003-02-15T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T05:27:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blondie24-7/1037488114_kiss--quiz.jpg" border="0" alt="kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You enjoy more of a physical relationship! You like&lt;br&gt;holding hands, hugging, kissing, making out,&lt;br&gt;and you think that people that don't like those&lt;br&gt;things don't know what they're missing! The&lt;br&gt;more touchy-feely things can get, the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blondie24-7/quizzes/**~~**What%20Kind%20of%20Sexy%20Are%20You%3F**~~**/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;**~~**What Kind of Sexy Are You?**~~**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha at the spa now...with my dad's acountant hovering over me trying to find the keys from one of the desk drawers...sigh its all my bro's fault t i hafta take fast food meals just cos im too hungry while waiting for the sutpid party he's attending to end.[which is frankly quite late for p5 kids].got this really awfully huge zit smack in the middle of my right cheek=p haha but den my mum says its cos im in love, if tts the case i wonder how many times i've fallen in love already man.zit go away zit go away.argh where;'s the zitbusters hotline?nono not my mum's beauticians, i can't bear the physical torture*winces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's comp is really slow, its taking me real long to d/l msn. newae sent the ring for alteration tdy so i hope when it comes back it'll be able to fit on my finger. i like it a lot=) cos its simple and nice. the love bond rings at bits and pieces are damm nice too[although the guy rings look too big to fit anyone seriously].didn't go for youth service tdy cos i couldn't make it in time.sigh.ah well i hafta make it next wk no matta wat.finished reading john tdy, i feel so accomplished*beams*heehee. i like the corinthians verses most, all bout love and all and they dun sound mushy.they sound true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides was ok. i dun want anyone to noe that im the timer for thinking day cos its so weird if they knew tt low voice came from me.plus thre fact t everyone[except those in guides] think im a really useless guide haha that doesn't even noe how to raise the flag properly.[tt incident was really the flag escort's fault not mine] and i guess they forgot i taught them how to build the raft, and it was the only few tt actually floated. and i taught them to cook the perfect rice in obs with firewood.haha all those pple mocking me just dunno man.im really not a bad guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"but above all things, put on love, which is the bond of perfection." Corinthians 13:14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-89140883?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89140883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89140883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89140883' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89065288</id><published>2003-02-13T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T06:51:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888860_owfluffocd.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;obsessive compulsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and to think i spent so much time in kino reading up on OCD last hols plus my english project is on it.how cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newae happy Valentines day peeps=) thankew for showering me with so much love all yr round and yeah the gifts. i feel so guilty for not preparing anything! hey joel im really sorry bout the cheapskate present. and abandoningu first[cos u were supposed to be the one abandoning me in orchard] but i'll make it up i promise=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh the cramps are killing me man...why do women have to go through all these tortures like child birth and men just live life the easy way[ i wouldn't mind going to NS seriously] and im just a lil girl and the pain is killing me already!&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/3842387-89065288?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89065288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89065288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89065288' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-89009396</id><published>2003-02-12T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T19:00:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its recess now but a lot of peeps are up here in class.haha cooking instrant noodles.so cute=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newae peeps always think i dun get angry and when they insult or snap at me they dunno when to stop. sigh one day i should just flare up but itsn ot in my nature i guess=(&lt;br /&gt;im not worked up why are u asking me to relax?ur the one tts snapping at me and getting worked up. and i wasn't even tokin to u den. and im not dumd so stop trying to comment on all my actions.peeps have different persceptoves and diff ways of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday jocelyn! i spelt ur name correctly this time heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the smell of instant noodles is really tempting but argh dun think i should touch it.dam unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-89009396?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89009396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/89009396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89009396' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88911154</id><published>2003-02-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T06:09:02.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"for all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God-Romans 3:23"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thankew grace,yeeling, krystle, leila,jasmine and sabrina.to all others who eyed me with skeptism, time will tell.am going to gracie's church,bethesda amk, this sat for youth service but i think i will attend youth services weekly at Hope Of God instead becos its near school and i'll be able to go after guides.kinda nervous too.i dunno wad my parents will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel quite outta place these days.its like no one gives a damm bout me and everyone just hurls insults cos they think i ain't hurt and i aint pissed.bah.its just me being sensitivei noe=p it'll pass i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;every other day i would  call and u would say babe how's ur day but today it ain't the same.&lt;br /&gt;every other word is uh huh yeah ok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88911154?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88911154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88911154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88911154' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88853573</id><published>2003-02-10T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T07:29:27.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"for the wages of sin is death, and the gift of god eternal life through christ jesus the lord-Romans 6:23"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88853573?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88853573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88853573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88853573' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88784663</id><published>2003-02-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T20:50:24.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038273042_sDarkWater.jpg" border="0" alt="Dark Water"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You come from Dark Water.  You are solitary and&lt;br&gt;find peace in yourself, or maybe you're&lt;br&gt;turmoiled but pull off peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Did Your Soul Originate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88784663?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88784663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88784663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88784663' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88784473</id><published>2003-02-08T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T20:45:24.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pants_pants_revolution/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bretzlies.com/jean/velvetgoldmine.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're velvet goldmine. you're sparkly and beautiful, and possibly from another world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pants_pants_revolution/" target="new"&gt;which prettie movie are you?&lt;/a&gt; quiz, a product of the &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=slinkstercool"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/community.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slinkstercool/"&gt;slinkstercool&lt;/a&gt; community.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i like tt pic.stone fox.am i from another world?maybe.listening to the radio and slackin around.waiting for my siblings to come back actually so i can take them to my granny's place. hmm let's see, i knida regret not  going for  krystle's party cos i din wanna go  for tuition another day.ohwell tell urseld it'll pay off suwee=) heheh at least i wun feel guilty for having so much fun. im going for DANCTITUDE its final.haha den i can miss campfire and outdoor cooking during guides camp.hee sorry janelle i didn't intend to abandon u during a fiery time like this.u just hafta start the fire  with the others=p and u went for international camp so it wun be tt bad rite?ur quite pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fo rpiano lesson earlier.haha i dunno why but im into elton john songs now.think after this i'll do robbie williams. didn't  know till tdy tt elton john originally wrote "candle in the wind" for norma jean[marilyn monroe]. i think the princess diana version isn't as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;goodbye norma jean though i nvr really knew u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granny's coming home in 20mins.finally dischraged. i dun understand why she doesn't listen to the doc/s advice. eats so much crap even though my mum tells her not to. now she has kidney failure.and dialysis is so darn expensive.plus the fact tt my uncles are just gonna shift all the  bills to my mum. like they always do.old folks.sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88784473?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88647847?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88647847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88647847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88647847' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88578420</id><published>2003-02-04T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T23:17:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it keeps raining and raining.sigh i think im getting really fat=( need to work out more.shall bring the camera to school tmr so i can finish tt roll of film. lemme see wad happened tdy? oh yeah i  actuallydecided not  to skip pe haha. and i ran all the rounds[which wasn't a lot considering it was raining and richard chee just made us run a few rounds  round the court] did this really nice poem during lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am-yet what i am, none cares or knows&lt;br /&gt;my friends forsake me like  a memory lost&lt;br /&gt; i am the self-consumer of my woes-&lt;br /&gt;they rise and vanish in oblivious host&lt;br /&gt;like shadows in love frenzied stifled throes&lt;br /&gt;and yet i am, the live-like vapours lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the nothingness  of scorn and noise&lt;br /&gt;into the living sea of waking dreams&lt;br /&gt;where  there is neither sense of life nor joys&lt;br /&gt;but the  vast shipwreck of my life's esteems&lt;br /&gt;even the dearest that i love the best&lt;br /&gt;are strange-nay, rather stranger than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i long for scenes where man hath never trod&lt;br /&gt;a place  where woman never smiled or wept&lt;br /&gt;there to abide with my creator God&lt;br /&gt;and sleep as i in childhood sweety slept&lt;br /&gt;untroubling and untroubled where i lie&lt;br /&gt;the grass below, above, the vaulted sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOHN CLARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88578420?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88578420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88578420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88578420' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88462060</id><published>2003-02-02T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T23:56:33.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i've nvr been this busy during chinese new yr.seems like my house just keeps having visitors.wonder why? newae gaya, dhanes, anusha, april,yi qing,shiying, leila and jocelyn came over yesterday. haha we played a fool at the park and took some pretty funny pictures.den my bro's frens all came over too.like practically all of them arrived in BMWs and mercs.haha filthy rich ac dudes.den later this lorry arrived and a whole truck load of pple hopped out.[i didn't even noe they were related to me] but apparently they were. a whole  truck full of lians and bengs.they turned outto be my grand aunt's whole family.[grandchildren and all] and i think they were just here for the red packets cos after my mum gave them out, they left. they didn't even give any of us a single packet.i mean not tt i expect one but its only courteous to reciprocate other's  kindness rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha can't wait to develop the pictures though cos they're quite farnie.jocelyn took damm long to climb up the tree. and we shouted "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YR" to all the joggers and cyclists. i think they think we're mad. oh  and the dragon dance pple kept waving at us when they drove past too.hahaha. dhanes  and everyone else wore black.black for  chinese new yr.haha luckily my mum's open minded.but april came in this red jersey top and she looked quite sweet. joel came much later. and i think my mum forced him to eat.she heated up the food for him! she din even offer to heat up anything for me=( den we played  with sparklers[that my cousin koped from camp] and i think we should've  taken some pictures cos we fogged up the whole  house.like our house was no fire or something.shall bring the camera to school to finish up the roll of film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh visited lianne's blog.seems like everyone thinks she's lousy too.but they dun leave their names when  they put down those comments. such losers.should  be responsible for ur  own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my cousin's here with his  gf. they look sweet together! say cheese*&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/3842387-88462060?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88462060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88462060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88462060' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88097800</id><published>2003-01-27T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T06:47:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha typical day. im really worried bout joel now cos he seems so weak.newae at recess tdy was sitting opposite jolene and den lianne and bernice was behind us. jolene just suddenly turned around and said" eh bernice im in buckle cheerleading". haha i think she meant it as a  joke but from my point of view it seemed like she was mockin lianne. well its just as well cos i've seen the  way lianne treats leila and sarah and all the pple she doesn't like and it really is mean. so its time she got ataste of her own medicine.everyone at our table was laughing really hard.well the pple i told at least. and jolene still insisted tt lianne  wouldn't think tt way.i think of all the mean things i've done in my life this is one hella mean one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading prac was ok. april came down to watch and she said our  dancewas nice=) so i was quite pleased cos april's a v critical person. den shafia slacked around and she said it was nice too. must really thank liling for all the help she's given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think our  school is mad. just cos of some silly cny celebrations they make us stay back an hour later. really ain't in favour of the new schedule. odd week and even week is so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think my family should get a new family portrait done cos this one on the wall doesn;'t look v tasteful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum says im more muscular now and i think tts just her way of  saying i've  grown fatter.[prased nicely of cos] so yeah shall resolve to go on  a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think tts bout it.peace out pple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88097800?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88097800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88097800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88097800' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-88045447</id><published>2003-01-26T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T05:25:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday nite.haha its so silly how we had to queue for 2 hours at zouk yesterday. pple were there to watch missy elliot and they were all so dressed up. most of the pple into hiphop were dere and so were everyone in my dance class...but thery were just like bout 5 pple ahead of  us so it was pointless asking them to take us in. the queue stretched all the way till the bridge. knew we should've gone there earlier but guides ended really late. in the end yeeling  krystle and i gave up. we walked to great world and on the way found out that krystle's uncle designed gowns! haha  i want to go to him for alma mater=) cos my mum's designer sucks. i think the clothes she designs has no style or movement.so either i go consult krystle's uncle or i'll go to the designer tt made my mum's wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh d/l the song  "it only just begun" by the carpenters. am crazy over it now cos it was played in my folks' wedding video.its really sweet haha i want to play the same song on my wedding=p newae my folks flew to brunei dis morning cos my mum had to give the rincess of brunei her  haircut. izn't it a waste of money to fly hairstylists over just for a normal haircut? i think the whole idea is superflous anda total waste of money. but den again they're the royal family so yeah i guess if they have gold toilet bowls they dan have anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wk after next[which means the wk after chinese new yr] i shall go shopping at bugiswith yeeling. saw quite a few items tt i like there on sat. and the rojak that everyone raves about ain't all that great.haha den i decided to change outta my halter  before  tuition cos at great world dis guy walked up to me and said"hello xiao jie, ni hao mah?" and i was totally like "huh?". den later this ah beng whistled at me. clothes and make up get pple a lot of atttention i guess. i dun see nobody trying to make  friends with me when im in my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt my lesson nvr to use cheapskate make up. i bought this brandless blush from wisma cos it was pretty nice and now im breaking out. dun see anything happening to my skin when i use smashbox. so yeah from now on everything i use on my face shall be of superior quality haha=p just hope my skin clears before chinese new year. ok think tts  about it. have cheerleading prac tmr den tuition, i swear my life is one hella busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/annie384/quizzes/*Which%20Barbie%20Are%20You%3F*/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/annie384/1040866151_starbarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="Movie%20Star%20Barbie"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*Which Barbie Are You?*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Movie Star Barbie&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-88045447?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88045447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/88045447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88045447' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-87931173</id><published>2003-01-23T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T17:59:03.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cry Me A River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my sun&lt;br /&gt;You were my earth&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no&lt;br /&gt;So you took a chance&lt;br /&gt;And made other plans&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing down, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;When you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Girl I refuse, you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;With some other guy&lt;br /&gt;Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;To cry, cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they say&lt;br /&gt;That somethings are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't act like you don't know it)&lt;br /&gt;All of these things people told me&lt;br /&gt;Keep messing with my head&lt;br /&gt;(Messing with my head)&lt;br /&gt;You should've picked honesty&lt;br /&gt;Then you may not have blown it&lt;br /&gt;(Yea..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't have to say, what you did)&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;(I already know, uh)&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;(No chance, you and me)&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me, all alone&lt;br /&gt;(All alone)&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;When you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(When you call me on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Girl I refuse, you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;With some other guy&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not like them baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;(It's your turn)&lt;br /&gt;To cry, cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be... leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't have to say, what you did)&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;(I already know, uh)&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;(No chance, you and me)&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(You can go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I've already cried)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Cry me, cry me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Su Wee, you are great at kissing: passionate, stormy, sensitive etc. - you know it all. Your kisses come from your heart. You've got the right feeling as you show interest in your partner. For you it's not a competition but real feelings. Sometimes you like to experiment. You always remember that it's not the technique, the strategy or the performance that counts but to have real feelings for your dreamboy. It's not surprising that most boys fall for you.&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/3842387-87931173?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87931173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87931173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87931173' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-87897075</id><published>2003-01-23T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T05:38:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah ok week ends are almost here so now i can relax! haiz actually have tonsa homework to complete but im leaving them till sunday.be home the whole day newae.the math test tdy was bad.i left out quite a lot of qs but haha i din study for it so yeah retribution.just decided wad im gonna wear to zouk, the blue halter and the nice pants.and prob put a lil make up too since everyone will turn up in make up. hmm i think practically my whole class has worn the adidas bangle watch on their wrist to look see look see already.i really like it[even though april thinks it looks like some kinda pasar malam thing]cos its quite funky.and boonwee has the other adidas watch.i think tt one's awful cos its too rigid. the design and all esp the metal frame for the face.not v tasteful.but some pple[jocelyn and april] said it was nice so yeah maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be driven around by a driver anymore.its so pissifying tt i hafta wait for so long for him to turn up cos he's busy running errands for my dad too.public transport is betta.haha like i can reach home in 30 mins if i travel from TLL[the learning lab] home but my driver took 1h30min to drive me home cos he had to go to sch for my sis, come for me at novena den go pick my bro up at bishan.den my father needed him so he had to ditch us at bishan and drive back to the hotel=p tok bout bad hair days...bad car days are worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who got scolded by her mum dis morning again?yeap me.blast it i should just get married after my o's become a rich taitai and move out.no kidding.anywhere but here.ok i hate it when pple say watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have cheerleading prac tmr hehe i wanna take raudhah in cos she was pretty good last yr.dendance class.im really outta shape need to go to the studio more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate having to live with my mum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/iluvtheelf123/quizzes/%20which%20is%20your%20ideal%20male%20movie%20celeb%20mate%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/iluvtheelf123/1041356859_oshonbeach.jpg" border="0" alt="josh%20on%20beach"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; which is your ideal male movie celeb mate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!Your ideal male movie celeb mate is Josh Hartnett! You like those shy guyz who are so cute but it takes them a while to open up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-87897075?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87897075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87897075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87897075' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-87840937</id><published>2003-01-22T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T06:22:30.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok pple im like back on track in sch and stuff now so yeah here i am blogging my time away. heh jocelyn is sitting beside me now...i spelt jocelyn correctly rite? rite rite rite?????? hahaha...newae im really appalled tt lianne got into cheerleading cos ive seen the way she moves and yeah i noe she can't make it...haha the kind tt sab will look at and shake her head saying"this one confirm ccmi" but ohwell tarbet was really desperate for pple so yeah desperate pple have desperate measures...even if it means lianne ngoi. i mean think of it...if she tells her zillion and one friends tt she's a cheerleader den the wholr world's probably gonna think that we're just some no talent bimbo congregation.and haha speaking of no talent..NO TALENT...haha ok im worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum scolded me dis morning cos she claims tt i threw my temper at her.the ironic thing is tt she started scolding me for no reson when i woke up and later she claims i threw my temper at her? hello erm look who's tokin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jocelyn's staying over tonight cos her parents are away. haha kinda cool how she's my neighbour now and we can visit each other whenever we want. like she said" happy happy den come and find me den i happy happy go and find u" but haha dun worry jocelyn i wun bug u. pls let the rooster in ur backyard go!?! its so poor thing tied  to the red palms. haha sab is such a lamo...she tried to be the unbeatables typa person...and she * eew my bro just sneezed at me * flung the cards in the air and din manage to catch any.den she spread the cards on her arms and dunno dunno wad den she looked like a clown.jocelyn says : suwee is sucha meaniepig!! su wee says: but its true! haha its not an exaggerated version k...but dun worry sab we will wait for u to be featured in the unbeatables series 76. we have loadsa tonsa faith in u!!!!! newae sab also lost in uno hahaha and she wanted to play aladdin=p  i i think we are geelas.*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh newae later me and sab decided to skip to the bus stop den we were like happily skipping and holding hands and acting insane and guess wad? jocelyn says: wait a minute..u guys ARE insane...:) su wee says: newae it started pouring so we screamed and screamed and screamed while running back to jocelyn's house. and jocelyn was trying to live in denial and pretending not to noe tt we were the ones tt were laughing and screaming.hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha joel wants to learn how to play old maid!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-87840937?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87840937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/87840937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87840937' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-86615177</id><published>2002-12-27T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T21:53:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;argh there's 4 more days b4 i get to go back to sch...how am i ever going to survive?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-86615177?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86615177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86615177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86615177' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-86615176</id><published>2002-12-27T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T21:52:05.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5   Your Heart Number is 5 &lt;br /&gt;Makes you a bit of a free spirit. You enjoy your independence and may be a little resistant to letting yourself get tied down. You crave variety and are liable to enjoy anything that's new and different.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4   Your Personality Number is 4 &lt;br /&gt;And you probably seem to be a very honest and dependable person to those around you. Even if you appear to be a bit stodgy or reserved at times, people do know that they can count on you  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9   Your Image Number is 9 &lt;br /&gt;Might make you appear to be a bit of an idealist. Generous, kind and compassionate, your concern is primarily for others, not yourself. And this can cause you to be a bit self-sacrificing at times.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-86615176?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86615176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86615176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86615176' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-86504323</id><published>2002-12-24T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T21:01:45.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its really boring at home. i can't wait for sch to start cos den at least i'll have something to do, even if its homework.haha im a pathetic soul stuck at home on christmas day! ok actually i  dun think i was entitled to say tt cos like no one in my family really cares bout christmas newae. and the christmas specials on tv are crappy. i've seen all of them a hundred times. should've stayed in bed till really late.at least den most of the day would be gone. argh me  and my waking up early habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joselyn's gonna move to lentor lane next yr.haha tt means she'll be my neighbour. i think tts pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna use my ice cream gift voucher. is Haagen Daz halal? cos if it is i can treat all my friends. but tt'll amount to a lot larz which means ultimately i still hafta pay the balance. hah ohwell heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh apparently auntie may gave us christmas presents when she dropped by at the saloon ttt day. but my mum forgot to  bring it back.haha wonder wad she gave us.she said eve helped her pick them out. so sweet of them to think of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see i gave most of the pple their presents already.cept for miss seah but im gonna walk over to her house later and give her hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else for  christmas? oh mrs mohan sent over a harvey nichols gift hamper. had a lot of stuff inside. mostly chocolate. so i gave the toffees to my lil cousin and the hot cocoa to my baby cousin when i saw them last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and goodwood park sent a log cake[which i finished even before christmas]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis gave me a bag.my bro a chocolate bar[hah chocolates again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah and the pple at dance class gave me a stuff toy.hey just cos im lil doesn;t mean u guys hafta treat me like a baby!ok nvm i should appreciate their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh got the borders book voucher too. everyone gives me boring stuff.sigh. haha my mum says its cos im too practical and boring and unfun ttts why usually pple dunno wad  to gimme.i guess tt has truth to it.hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh=p i think its gonna rain.&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/3842387-86504323?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86504323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86504323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86504323' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-86421621</id><published>2002-12-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T20:48:11.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh crappy day and its only 1.long way to go before its over. i mean first i gotta wake up early for tuition den my mum scolded me for no apparent reason and rachel got on the papers and now i ain't even going out.wtf.i need fresh air man i hate this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-86421621?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86421621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86421621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86421621' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-86357149</id><published>2002-12-21T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T02:50:17.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE? by the beach i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT OF CLOTHING? dun haf any fave ones=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX? smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT'S THE LAST CD THAT YOU BOUGHT? hmm damm ong ago. usher i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?waving gallery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? anyywhere with my folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED? haha i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT, STRONG IN MIND OR STRONG IN BODY? mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING?yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE? ice cream scoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY? haha a hell lot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE COLORS? orange.black.purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV? sports car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK? hans christian anderson.little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE? house work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?  psychic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT? dragon surrounding my surname in chinese character.pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU WOULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?hey have i done this thing b4? the qs are damm farmiliar!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY? all the days tt end with Y &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?no car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER? haha i'd take the H20 thankew=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? memoirs of a geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. YOUR FAVORITE BOARD GAME? haha chess.i only noe how to play chess=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. YOUR FAVORITE MAGAZINE? i ain't a teeny booper.dun fall for the magazine reading for beauty tips shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE SMELL? perfume=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. NON FAVORITE SMELLS? nothin much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. FAVORITE SOUND? rhythm and blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? when i pms.sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE &lt;br /&gt;MORNINGS? oh im not dead! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE TELEPHONE? i dun answer the phone usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. NAME OF FUTURE CHILD? ryan and rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE? haha noeing right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE FOOD? fried kway teow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? vanilla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? yeah sure if i knew how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY?cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? i dun have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ULTIMATE CAR? i ain't into dis kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Ho Kwan Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE? fantasy job arz? photograpgher i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? i guess so.im totally in love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? half empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. FAVORITE MOVIE? life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? 2 drawers full of thrash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. FAVORITE NUMBER? 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? -nil- &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/3842387-86357149?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86357149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/86357149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86357149' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85986014</id><published>2002-12-14T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T01:39:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuff I keep on my bed:&lt;br /&gt;pillow,blanket,and 3 stuffed  animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff I keep on my nightstand:&lt;br /&gt;wad's a nightstand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs that are in easy reach at all times:&lt;br /&gt;i dun usually buy albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff that I do every morning:&lt;br /&gt;brush my teeth, wash my face haiz the usual stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff that I put on my face every morning:&lt;br /&gt;my pissed look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff that I have in my handbag:&lt;br /&gt;wallet and phone, lip balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story behind my username(s): &lt;br /&gt;i like dancing.it makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longest time i've stayed out of the country/where:&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i'm grateful for today:&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be someone who's grateful for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite high school memory:&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;i'll think bout it when i actually get married k?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite quote:&lt;br /&gt;screw u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first heartbreak happened when i was...: &lt;br /&gt;haha-sssh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school picture buried in my bottom drawer:&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird preferences:&lt;br /&gt;im a normal person haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing I'll never understand about the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;dunno dun care dun wanna waste time on it...wad kinda attitude is tt man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV character I'd most want to be&lt;br /&gt;christopher titus from "TITUS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to be a guest on...:&lt;br /&gt;the oprah show..den i can bawl bout how my life has nvr been wad i want it to be and boohoo and sneeze into a lot of tissue paper..haha i was kidding&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird sleeping habits:&lt;br /&gt;i sleep walk sometimes but other times i can't even get to sleep so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer plans for 2003?:&lt;br /&gt;i live for the moment.dun plan tt far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite song right now :&lt;br /&gt;eminem-lose urself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line from any song :&lt;br /&gt;do u see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney songs known by heart:&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;beneath the bright moonlight...haha and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream house:&lt;br /&gt;pent house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite pair of shoes:&lt;br /&gt;i dun wear shoes much but i can tell u my fave pair of slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first five things I'd splurge on if I was a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;my bro's and sis's education..tts one&lt;br /&gt;invest it..tts two&lt;br /&gt;me..tts three&lt;br /&gt;haha take the check and change it for bills at the bank, sprawl it all over a king size bed and rol around in the stash..tts four and five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdest/funniest nickname anyone has ever called me:&lt;br /&gt;everyone takes me seriously and so should u. thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three favorite cartoon characters right at this second:&lt;br /&gt;arnold.kim possible.tommy pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magazines I read on a regular basis:&lt;br /&gt;newsweek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine things I wear daily:&lt;br /&gt;undies.clothes.perfume.lip balm.shoes.earrings.i wish i could say a smile too but i guess tts been gone too long to say it still exists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight movies I'd watch over and over :&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful.ttts all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven albums that matter:&lt;br /&gt;the one tts titled"oh wow look at internet piracy spoil the music industry"&lt;br /&gt;WHO BUYS CDS NOW MAN? tt was an object that became obsolete this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six things I touch everyday:&lt;br /&gt;man wad a qs.shock me and ask something intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five things I do everyday : &lt;br /&gt;oh wow i suppose this is the ultimate intelligent qs. believe me im impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four bands that I couldn't live without :&lt;br /&gt;im anti boyband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people that have influenced my life the most:&lt;br /&gt;my late grandfather for loving me so much! i think he can substitute for more den 10 ppl in 5 lifetimes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing I could spend the rest of my life with:&lt;br /&gt;one thing?oh i guess the player so i can spend tthe rest of my life dancing.which means being happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I...: &lt;br /&gt;went to watch a movie and went for dance class and got caught in the freakin rain*achoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I...: &lt;br /&gt;am going to bangkok reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I will...:&lt;br /&gt;kill myself from spending too much time with my mother already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;ice cream.chocolate.erm dere are other snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things I can't live without:&lt;br /&gt;hairdryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top five guilty pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.life ain't a pleasure and tt makes me guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top locations I want to run away to: egypt.hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>He was always such a nice boy&lt;br /&gt;The quiet one &lt;br /&gt;With good intentions&lt;br /&gt;He was down for his brother&lt;br /&gt;Respectful to his mother&lt;br /&gt;A good boy&lt;br /&gt;But good don't get attention&lt;br /&gt;One kid with a promise&lt;br /&gt;The brightest kid in school&lt;br /&gt;He's not a fool&lt;br /&gt;Reading books about science and smart stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough, no&lt;br /&gt;Cause smart don't make you cool, whoa&lt;br /&gt;He's not invisible anymore&lt;br /&gt;With his Father's 9 and a broken fuse&lt;br /&gt;Since he walked through that classroom door&lt;br /&gt;He's all over primetime news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's got the same size hands &lt;br /&gt;As Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;She put her fingers in the imprints&lt;br /&gt;And danced Chinese Theater Show&lt;br /&gt;She coulda been a movie star&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to go that far&lt;br /&gt;Her life was stole &lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were crying to the camera&lt;br /&gt;Said he never fitted in&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't welcomed&lt;br /&gt;He showed up the parties&lt;br /&gt;We was hanging in&lt;br /&gt;Some guys puttin' him down&lt;br /&gt;Bullying him round round&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I woulda talked to him&lt;br /&gt;Gave him the time of day&lt;br /&gt;Not turn away&lt;br /&gt;If I woulda been the one to maybe go this far&lt;br /&gt;He might have stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;Playing angry chords on his guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not invisible anymore&lt;br /&gt;With his baggy pants and his legs in chains&lt;br /&gt;Since he walked through that classroom door&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's got the same size hands (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;As Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;She put her fingers in the imprints (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;And danced Chinese Theater Show&lt;br /&gt;She coulda been a movie star (She coulda been a movie star, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to go that far&lt;br /&gt;Her life was stole &lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(Now we'll never know, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away (20 feet away)&lt;br /&gt;He had a try out with the Sixers&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait for Saturday (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Now we're never gonna see him slam&lt;br /&gt;Flying high as Kobe can&lt;br /&gt;His life was stole (Stole)&lt;br /&gt;Oh now we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never never never know&lt;br /&gt;Mmm now we'll never never never never know&lt;br /&gt;Stole (Stole)&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's got the same size hands (Same size hands)&lt;br /&gt;As Marilyn Monroe (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;She put her fingers in the imprints&lt;br /&gt;And danced Chinese Theater Show (She was gonna be a star)&lt;br /&gt;She coulda been a movie star (Oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to go that far (Never got the chance)&lt;br /&gt;Her life was stole (Stole, stole)&lt;br /&gt;Oh now we'll never know &lt;br /&gt;(Now we'll never never know, no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away (He had game, oh)&lt;br /&gt;He had a try out with the Sixers&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait for Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Now we're never gonna see him slam (Never see him)&lt;br /&gt;Flying high as Kobe can&lt;br /&gt;His life was stole (Stole, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh now we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(Now we'll never never know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;Yeah their lives were stole&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/3842387-85634068?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85634068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85634068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85634068' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85633742</id><published>2002-12-07T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T01:47:38.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 Mile Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity &lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment &lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy &lt;br /&gt;There'ss vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti &lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready &lt;br /&gt;To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin &lt;br /&gt;What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud &lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out &lt;br /&gt;He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now &lt;br /&gt;The clocks run out, times up over, bloah! &lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity &lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked &lt;br /&gt;Hes so mad, but he wont give up that &lt;br /&gt;Is he? No &lt;br /&gt;He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes &lt;br /&gt;It dont matter, hes dope &lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but hes broke &lt;br /&gt;Hes so stacked that he knows &lt;br /&gt;When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its &lt;br /&gt;Back to the lab again yo &lt;br /&gt;This whole rap shit &lt;br /&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOK: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment &lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go &lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow &lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping &lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking &lt;br /&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order &lt;br /&gt;A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar &lt;br /&gt;It only grows harder, only grows hotter &lt;br /&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him &lt;br /&gt;Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter &lt;br /&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows &lt;br /&gt;Hes grown farther from home, hes no father &lt;br /&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter &lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows &lt;br /&gt;He nose dove and sold nada &lt;br /&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds &lt;br /&gt;I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on &lt;br /&gt;Da da dum da dum da da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more games, Ima change what you call rage &lt;br /&gt;Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged &lt;br /&gt;I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed &lt;br /&gt;I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage &lt;br /&gt;But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher &lt;br /&gt;Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper &lt;br /&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the fact &lt;br /&gt;That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 &lt;br /&gt;And I cant provide the right type of life for my family &lt;br /&gt;Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers &lt;br /&gt;And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life &lt;br /&gt;And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder &lt;br /&gt;Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus &lt;br /&gt;See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna &lt;br /&gt;Baby mama drama screamin on and &lt;br /&gt;Too much for me to wanna &lt;br /&gt;Stay in one spot, another jam or not &lt;br /&gt;Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail &lt;br /&gt;I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot &lt;br /&gt;Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not &lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go &lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow old in Salems lot &lt;br /&gt;So here I go is my shot. &lt;br /&gt;Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-85633742?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85633742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85633742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85633742' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85319744</id><published>2002-11-30T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T21:27:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Parents Just Don't Understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick Cannon:]&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3lw, (Lil' Romeo):]&lt;br /&gt;Romeo (Parents Just Don't Understand)&lt;br /&gt;Double That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick Cannon:]&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Romeo:]&lt;br /&gt;You know parents are the same no matter time nor place&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So to you, all the kids all across the land&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3lw:]&lt;br /&gt;Nah, Nah&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;They ain't gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;No, no, if you feel me&lt;br /&gt;feel me, feel me, feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick Cannon:]&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Romeo:]&lt;br /&gt;I remember one year&lt;br /&gt;My mom took me school shopping&lt;br /&gt;It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister&lt;br /&gt;All hopped in the car&lt;br /&gt;We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall&lt;br /&gt;My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say nothing at first&lt;br /&gt;I just turned up my nose&lt;br /&gt;She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $50"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "This shirt is whack and it's not worth this dollar!"&lt;br /&gt;The next half hour was the same old thing&lt;br /&gt;My mother buying me clothes from 1993&lt;br /&gt;And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;I asked her for Asissant and she bought me Skips!&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You're only a kid, you don't have a rep yet"&lt;br /&gt;So to you all the kids all across the land&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to argue&lt;br /&gt;Parents just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3lw:]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nah, Nah&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;They ain't gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;No, no, if you feel me&lt;br /&gt;Holla all you kids all across the land&lt;br /&gt;Nah, Nah&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;They ain't gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;No, no, if you feel me&lt;br /&gt;Holla all you kids all across the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick Cannon &amp; 3lw:]&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay, here's the situation&lt;br /&gt;My mom's bounced out for a week's vacation and&lt;br /&gt;She left the keys to the 5 double-o&lt;br /&gt;Gee, mom&lt;br /&gt;Well, how's she gonna know&lt;br /&gt;I'll just take it for a little spin&lt;br /&gt;And see what it looks like with 20 inch rims&lt;br /&gt;Then I be the man in my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, of course I should&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention, cuz the plot is hot&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I pulled the car up to the end of my block&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw this 9 piece starin' at my grill&lt;br /&gt;My CDs blarin from the radio&lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to pretend like she ain't noticed Nick&lt;br /&gt;So I blow a kiss like I know this chic&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Was that for me?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yeah, you know it hun. Come take a ride with the young Billy B. William."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How do I know you're not sick?&lt;br /&gt;You could be some kind of lunatic"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, c'mon sugar, it's Nick for Nick, besides would a lunatic push a whip like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3lw &amp; Nick Cannon:]&lt;br /&gt;I agree that we were on our way&lt;br /&gt;He was lookin real good so we brought a Mustang&lt;br /&gt;Who's car is this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little curious&lt;br /&gt;So I stepped on the gas&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't impressed with the way he burned rubber&lt;br /&gt;The car phone rang&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your mother"&lt;br /&gt;On the phone wielin', the way my mom sounded&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to avoid being grounded&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;I just made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Well, parents are the same no matter time or place&lt;br /&gt;So to all you kids&lt;br /&gt;Across the land&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me&lt;br /&gt;Parents just don't understand&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/3842387-85319744?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85319744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85319744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85319744' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85163365</id><published>2002-11-27T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T07:05:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Written and originally recorded by John Denver&lt;br /&gt;Also performed by Peter, Paul, and Mary, and now currently performed by Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn,&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go I'll think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing I'll sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&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/3842387-85163365?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85163365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85163365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85163365' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85163226</id><published>2002-11-27T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T07:02:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-85163226?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85163226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85163226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85163226' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85099433</id><published>2002-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T00:32:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---Body---&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body?:teeth&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: legs&lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have?: none&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking?: no.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: no &lt;br /&gt;6. Do you look like any celebrities?: i dun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Fashion---&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch?: only to sch so i can countdown to dismissal&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own?: one denim jacket&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: i dun have any fave ones&lt;br /&gt;4. Most expensive item of clothing?: pvc dress?&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of shoes do you wear?: flip flops&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe your style in one word: suwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Your Friends---&lt;br /&gt;1. Do your friends 'know' you?: probably&lt;br /&gt;2. What do they tend to be like?: different from me?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?:i guess not.pple have diff definitions of ideal character traits &lt;br /&gt;4. How many people do you tell everything to?: i dunno.depends onwad everything's about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Music/TV/Film/Books---&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite band ever?: im neutral&lt;br /&gt;2. Most listened to bands: probably a lil of everything&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you find any musicians good-looking?: no.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you play an instrument?: piano&lt;br /&gt;5. Type of music most listened to?: hiphop.rap.r&amp;b. &lt;br /&gt;6. Type never listened to?: techno. trance.dance.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite book?: so much to tell u&lt;br /&gt;---Underwear---&lt;br /&gt;1. Ladies, do you like to wear thongs?: yeah i guess&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the nicest color for underwear?: black&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you find it uncomfortable without a bra?: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make it a habit of showing people your underwear?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Religion ---&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you detest religion? no&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you think this universe was formed?: it didn't form.it just always existed.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you currently follow a religion, do you think people who belong to another religion are ignorant?: no.i think there are  only 2 kinds of pple on earth.those tt believe in God and those tt don't.contradict me if u want.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were in a hostage situation, and you were given a choice, to either praise the demon they follow or die, what would you choose?: i'd think bout it when im in a hostage situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Homosexuality---&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?:no comments&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you detest homosexuality?: no but i dun embrace it either.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you agree or disagree with gay or lesbian couples bringing up children?: no.their children would grow up in an environment where they constantly question their own identity and would most likely end up seeing shrinks for the rest of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-85099433?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85099433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85099433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85099433' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85057671</id><published>2002-11-25T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T07:42:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.thevishal.com/quiz target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thevishal.com/quiz/mountain_dew.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.thevishal.com/quiz target=_blank&gt;The What Soda Are You Quiz&lt;/a&gt; By &lt;a href=http://www.xanga.com/vishal&gt;Vishal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-85057671?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85057671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85057671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85057671' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85056645</id><published>2002-11-25T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T07:19:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FULL NAME: Tan Su Wee&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAME(S): none.&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY: 12011987&lt;br /&gt;Age: 15 &lt;br /&gt;WHERE YA LIVE: s'pore&lt;br /&gt;FLIRTY: coy u mean&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOUR: black &lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOUR: black. i have a blue rim around my pupils.but tt just means i have too much cholesterol[medically speaking]&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CRUSH: freddie prinze jr&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU LIKE RIGHT NOW:me myself and i&lt;br /&gt;HAVE U EVER BEEN IN LOVE: yeah everyones in love with me  &lt;br /&gt;HOBBIES: dancing&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A BF/GF IF SO WHO : &lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU GO TO FOR ADVICE:my room&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO U TELL UR SECRETS TO: i can't keep secrets for long but i've jept one pretty well[still keeping it]&lt;br /&gt;**For Gurls To FIll Out On Their Guyz!!** &lt;br /&gt;LONG OR SHORT HAIR: short&lt;br /&gt;TALL OR SHORT: as long as he's taller den me&lt;br /&gt;6 PACK OR MUSCULAR ARMS: arms are more impt&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GUY OR BAD GUY: the badly good guy&lt;br /&gt;HAT OR NO HAT: none please&lt;br /&gt;EARS PIERCED OR NOT: no&lt;br /&gt;TAN OR FAIR: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;FRECKLES OR NONE: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;STUBBLE OR NEATLY SHAVED: haha most guys our age don't noe  wad a shaver loks like&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER DATE A HOCKEY OR FOOTBALL PLAYER?: hockey playerRK OR BLONDE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**WHICH DO U PREFER?!** &lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK OR HOT CHOCOLATE: chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;COKE OR PEPSI: none&lt;br /&gt;MARRY PERFECT LOVER OR PERFECT FRIEND: perfect lover&lt;br /&gt;ROOT BEER OR DR.PEPPER: none&lt;br /&gt;OR COFFEE: none&lt;br /&gt;CATS OR DOGS: dogs [woof!] &lt;br /&gt;SHINE OR RAIN:rain&lt;br /&gt;WINTER/SUMMER/FALL/OR SPRING: fall&lt;br /&gt;ANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;SKIING OR BOARDING: boarding&lt;br /&gt;BIKING OR BLADING: none&lt;br /&gt;CEREAL OR TOAST: cereal&lt;br /&gt;ROCK/POP/PUNK/RAP/R&amp;B/ALT/TECHNO/COUNTRY: rap and r&amp;b&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT OR DAY: night..&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT ON OR OFF: off.. but nite light on pls&lt;br /&gt;**FAVOURITES!** &lt;br /&gt;COLOR: orange &lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 12&lt;br /&gt;SPORT TO PLAY: wait a sec.lemme look up the dict for the meaning of sport&lt;br /&gt;FUNNIEST looking FRIENDS: all my friends look good&lt;br /&gt;CRAZIEST: everyone is sane&lt;br /&gt;SMARTEST: me duh.haha&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT: this and i want it now&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH OR DARE:truth&lt;br /&gt;OCEAN OR POOL: ocean&lt;br /&gt;CAKE OR PIE:cake&lt;br /&gt;LOVE OR LUST: love &lt;br /&gt;SILVER OR GOLD: white gold&lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS OR PEARLS: pearls&lt;br /&gt;ARMAGEDDON OR INDEPENDANCE DAY: armageddon&lt;br /&gt;SUNSET OR SUNRISE: sunset&lt;br /&gt;**MISC. QUESTIONS!!** &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE? yeah&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SCARED TO ASK SOMEONE OUT: no&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS: yeah conservative ones&lt;br /&gt;BRACES: no &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A GOOD LISTENER: huh can u repeat ur qs? i wasn paying attention&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SWIM: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER: uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE HARDEST THING ABOUT GROWING UP: not winning parents in arguments&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: yeah&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW: tee shirt&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE PLACE TO BE: anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?: i can tell u wad i dun wear to bed&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE ANIMAL: i dun have a thing for sweet fluffy beasts&lt;br /&gt;EVER GOT UP ON STAGE: yupz&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/3842387-85056645?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85056645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85056645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85056645' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-85007100</id><published>2002-11-24T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T06:41:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;B - band:goo goo dolls?&lt;br /&gt;C - Choice Of Meat: fish &lt;br /&gt;D - Dream Date:  P.Diddy.&lt;br /&gt;E - Excites You: i live for neutrality. &lt;br /&gt;F - Favourite Food:fried kway teow without cockles&lt;br /&gt;G - Greatest Gift: life&lt;br /&gt;H - Happiest Day Of Your Life: i live for neutrality.stop asking idealistic questions.&lt;br /&gt;I - Internal conflicts: oh u mean the one going on in my mind now?&lt;br /&gt;J - Jealous: of? oh...yeah there are many pple out there jealous of me*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;K - Kool Aid: wad's tt?&lt;br /&gt;L - Love: hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;M - Most Valuable Thing You Own: my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;N - Name: tan suwee&lt;br /&gt;O - Outfit I Love: the halter drress i saw tt day.ok tts not counted cos i dun own it.&lt;br /&gt;P - Pizza Topping:olives and cheese&lt;br /&gt;Q - Question I want to ask: why do pple say im scary? &lt;br /&gt;R - Roots: oh lets see my grandparents came from china.xiamen in fujian i think&lt;br /&gt;S - Sport to watch: golf.tiger woods has the most charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;T - TV show: charmed.cheers.boston public.titus.a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;U - Unique habits: i play with my ear studs a lot when im bored?&lt;br /&gt;V - View from the window: the road.boring i noe.&lt;br /&gt;W - Weather I Love:rain.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yesterday's best meal: chicken porridge &lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jadechan/quizzes/What%20fairy%20tale%20cliche%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jadechan/1035156840_uizheroine.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What fairy tale cliche are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-85007100?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85007100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/85007100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85007100' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84999019</id><published>2002-11-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T23:09:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh-yay- my blog finally unscrewed itself. hmm im so bored at home! could've been playing pool,cos my friend said that they just converted dis old cinema into a pretty cool pool place and the sound system's good.but den i got busted once and grounded for life[well almost but my folks were kind enough to forget bout it after a while]  so i suppose i ain't gonna do it again.haha and there'll be no one my age to get busted with me newae=p argh i wish i'd be 16 sooner. im so hungry but my tongue still hurts,blardie ulcer! and to think there's a slice of black forest cake, a fruit tart and a pear and chocalate tart sitting in the fridge.maybe i'll give in to temptation later haha=p come to think of it my tongue doesn't hurt tt much nemore=) so maybe i'll eat all of them!!!!!!!!! haha ok i'll become fat. argh i dun wanna go to bangkok! 5 days without working out and im  sure to turn into this fat pathetic girl.plus the food's supposedly good. maybe i shall swim a lot if the pool's not extra chlorinated  and visit the hotel gym every night. haha rite like i have the motivation to.newae i was supposed to go to the gym with my sis tdy! but my dad can't find his card.so pissed.bleh and the gym has a fully mirrored wall so we coould've like practised dere.i wish i'd joined the recital now! everyone in dance class is in it cept me.but den i was v scared tt i'd look bad next to all the pro dancers[lack of self confidence but u can't blame me cos i just joined the advance class] so i decided not to perform dis yr. which means i'll hafta wait another 2 yrs.when im in j1.haha but im definitely gonna watch the recital.its at kallang theatre and the dancers are really good.well maybe tts due to patrick's pushing and always screamming at them.last yr's was at fort canning.and i had a good time performing. but tt was cos i performed with the beginner's pple.and now its the advanced pple cos i skipped intermediate so i suppose if i really did join the performance i'd look really bad=p argh im blabbering...&lt;br /&gt;i  think i should get new track pants for dance class.maybe one day when i have enough cash i'll visit queensway haha...or maybe i could force my mum to buy a lot of stuff for me in bangkok.we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84999019?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84999019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84999019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84999019' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84912422</id><published>2002-11-21T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T23:07:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impossible&lt;br /&gt;Written by Alicia Keys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play something for me Alicia&lt;br /&gt;There you go Chris, what's up&lt;br /&gt;Just got something on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Speak on it girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, oh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to love you&lt;br /&gt;If you don't let me know&lt;br /&gt;What you're feeling, yeah ooh&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;For me to give you what you need, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;If you're always hiding from me, oh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I just, I wanna make it right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause boy I'm sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of trying to read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;For me to love you, this way&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;If you making it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to make it easy&lt;br /&gt;If you always trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it so damn hard, ooh&lt;br /&gt;How can I&lt;br /&gt;How can I give you all my love, baby, oh ooh&lt;br /&gt;If you're always&lt;br /&gt;Always putting up your guard, oh ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a circus&lt;br /&gt;So don't play me for a clown&lt;br /&gt;How long can emotions&lt;br /&gt;Keep on going up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;For me to love you, this way&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep treating me this way&lt;br /&gt;(Over) over, (and over) over&lt;br /&gt;Impossible baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohh if you making it this way&lt;br /&gt;This way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;If you making it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah&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/3842387-84912422?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84912422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84912422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84912422' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84817216</id><published>2002-11-20T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T07:13:17.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) First grade teacher's name: miss tan soo hian&lt;br /&gt;2) Last word you said: fine ignore me  and i might even really become invisible[but tt was to the comp,counted?]&lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: ain't no mountain high enough&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: i dunno no one ever hugs me&lt;br /&gt;5) Last thing you laughed at: idealism&lt;br /&gt;6) last time you said 'i love you': i dun say that anymore=p haha no one says i love u too back!&lt;br /&gt;7) Last time you cried: june?&lt;br /&gt;Present:&lt;br /&gt;8) What's in your cd player: missy elliot -work it-&lt;br /&gt;9) What color socks are you wearing: none&lt;br /&gt;10) Whats under your bed: two cluttered drawers&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today: 0830&lt;br /&gt;12) Current taste: wad? erm i bit my tongue...i can't swallow now much less taste&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair: i didn't blow dry it tdy...hahha but like it matters cos it always sux&lt;br /&gt;14) Current clothes: red shirt,shorts&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: everyone out there*pout*&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing:i hate to admit this but...i wish there weren't such a big ZIT on my nose!&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop picture: none.&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: i can't say cos someone will read it and tell so *shuussssh*.&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: oh yeah like i'd be smart enough to post tt too&lt;br /&gt;20) Story behind your blog username: oh tt...haha lack of creativity and a desperate attempt to not make it look lame[obviously it failed]&lt;br /&gt;21) Current favorite article of clothing: i like it when im wearing black underwear?tt counted?&lt;br /&gt;22) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: smile :) its all in the smile&lt;br /&gt;23) Last cd that you bought: tt was damm long ago...&lt;br /&gt;24) Favorite place to be: oh i like the waving gallery at WTC...ok im weird&lt;br /&gt;25) Least favorite place: home&lt;br /&gt;26) Time you wake up in the morning: depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;27) If you could play any instrument, what would it be: cello&lt;br /&gt;28) Favorite color: orange&lt;br /&gt;29) do you believe in an afterlife:yeah and karma too so i hadto be some evil villian in my previous life and now im stuck in a pathetic lil girl's bod&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you?: 157.&lt;br /&gt;31) Current favourite word/ saying: i can't speak!my tongue hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;32) Favorite book:so much to tell you&lt;br /&gt;33) Favorite season: autumn i guess&lt;br /&gt;34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: micheal?&lt;br /&gt;35) Favorite day: all days tt dun end with y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future:&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you want to go: NUS first...establish local contacts for future career advantages...den abroad to make my resume more impressive&lt;br /&gt;37) What is your career going to be: psychaitrist=)&lt;br /&gt;38) How many kids do you want: i'd rather have a monkey as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of car will you have: why settle for a car if i can afford a helicopter rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;40) Type a line you remember from any book: i come not my friends to steal away ur hearts&lt;br /&gt;41) A random lyric: my neck my back lick my puss and my craig&lt;br /&gt;42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: handphone...some crap from my bro&lt;br /&gt;43) What's up: everything tt hasn't fallen down.duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84817216?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84817216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84817216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84817216' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84804547</id><published>2002-11-19T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T23:30:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LilLauraKitty/quizzes/!!!%20What%20should%20YOU%20be%20for%20Halloween%3F%20!!!/"&gt;&lt;img 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What should YOU be for Halloween? !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be a Princess! You would look absolutely beautiful as one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha halloween was so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lucretia/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20fashion%20addict%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/lucretia/1034495341_linggoth10.gif" border="0" alt="What%20is%20your%20personanilty%3F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you a fashion addict?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a totally against fashion. Good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84804547?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84804547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84804547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84804547' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84804429</id><published>2002-11-19T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T23:10:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Craig David - What’s Your Flava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl fly girl in the club&lt;br /&gt;Went by the name of Pecan, ooh, Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;This ice cream was high maintenance&lt;br /&gt;When I took her out nearly cost me 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this chick named Walnut Whip&lt;br /&gt;Nearly made me sick to the point of throwin’ up&lt;br /&gt;So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp&lt;br /&gt;And I still can’t get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I want (Ah)&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I need (Come on)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you (Taste you)&lt;br /&gt;Take you home with me (Ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so good&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to eat&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could peel your wrapper&lt;br /&gt;{I could be your fantasy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I take ‘em in the middle, let you lie&lt;br /&gt;With the drop top down in the park when it’s summerin’&lt;br /&gt;These ice creams lookin’ so fly&lt;br /&gt;That I just can’t lie, it all seems too bewilderin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got these grown men runnin’ ‘round&lt;br /&gt;Screamin’ out, actin’ worse than children&lt;br /&gt;Flow better know better stack cheddar&lt;br /&gt;Get more tongue, spread her than this ice cream&lt;br /&gt;veteran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I want (I)&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I need (Know what I need)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you (Taste you)&lt;br /&gt;Take you home with me (Take you home with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so good (You look so good)&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to eat&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could peel your wrapper&lt;br /&gt;{I could be your fantasy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (What’s your flava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’m takin’ them apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I’m feelin’ them, can’t stop checkin’ them&lt;br /&gt;That’s why they got me tricklin’&lt;br /&gt;Hot fudge sauce on the sole of my Timberlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;With a little chocolate sprinklings&lt;br /&gt;They make me spend my dividends&lt;br /&gt;These sweet things make me feel like a kid again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I want (You’re what I want)&lt;br /&gt;You’re what I need (You’re what I need)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you (Taste you)&lt;br /&gt;Take you home with me (Take you home with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so good (You look so good)&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to eat&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can peel your wrapper&lt;br /&gt;{I could be your fantasy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava (Come on)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Mmm)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (I wanna taste you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (Come on)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava (Now tell me what’s your flava)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (On top now, girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (On top, girl)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava(On top, girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava (On top, girl)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s your flava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84804429?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84804429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84804429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84804429' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84803768</id><published>2002-11-19T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T22:48:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh i haven't been writing here for a long time but it ain't my fault cos my comp jus keps screwing up.so yeah my life is as boring as ever.peeps i really dun wanna go to bangkok.tt means 5 whole days with my mum breathing down my neck 24/7..my mum makes all of us wake up early in the morning to have breakfast with her and my dad...doesn't she see we dun wanna wake up and hafta face them first thing in the morning? i mean all the lost time she didn't spend on us when we were kids and now she's trying to make up for lost time.well its not working.she can't always claim she's busy and all that cos other pple are busy too,some even more busy than them and now that we've been living without them in our lives i dun see why we should let them back in again.*shuts the door* i ain't gonna let them control me like when i was a kid.no way.it was miserable all the things they made me do.and how they always tried to make me into a genius.i have a limited brain capacity too.oh and great now she wants to hire a part time chaffeur to fetch us to and fro school.another way to make sure i dun go out and so she can lock me up at home all day.if she really does hire the chaffeur[i violently objected to the idea this morning] then im not coming home. argh bloody hell...wtf i can't stand it when she beats us all the time and den write things like apology letters addressed to her and make us read it out loud in the  living room in front of everyone at least thrice. when i get a job,im moving outtta this mad house. and if she hires a chaffeur*narrows eyes* we'll see how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84803768?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84803768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84803768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84803768' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84761990</id><published>2002-11-19T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T06:01:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit im cheerleading capt now...how the hell am i suppose to lead???????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84761990?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84761990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84761990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84761990' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84522801</id><published>2002-11-14T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T04:54:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: 3LW  &lt;br /&gt;Album: I Do (Wanna Get Close To You) 12" &lt;br /&gt;Title: I Do (Wanna Get Close To You) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feat. Loon, P. Diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro: 3LW and (P.Diddy)]&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh ( I like this)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh (and another one)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh (and another one)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh ( Bad Boy baby)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa - uh huh (3LW let's go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse: Naturi]&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' in the club like what&lt;br /&gt;I, got the view of you on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw you starin' at me&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't soundin' too bad&lt;br /&gt;Ya make me think that your for one&lt;br /&gt;Lickin' your lips at me for fun&lt;br /&gt;While the DJ's makin' him sway&lt;br /&gt;So won't you come stare to me&lt;br /&gt;If you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: 3LW]&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get down, baby, I do&lt;br /&gt;Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;If you rollin' deep tonight, then I do&lt;br /&gt;Wanna, know you&lt;br /&gt;And If you, wanna get down, baby, it's cool&lt;br /&gt;Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;If you're always ridiculous, then I do&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse: Naturi]&lt;br /&gt;Your ice, your gear, your sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;Your, game so tight, you got me feenin'&lt;br /&gt;Wantin' you alone with me&lt;br /&gt;Is the illest fantasy&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like wilin' out&lt;br /&gt;Showin' you what it's about, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Got it goin' on uptown&lt;br /&gt;Now let me see you work it out on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge: 3LW]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you had me to get her, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how can I just make you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one you need&lt;br /&gt;So please let me know right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84522801?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84522801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84522801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84522801' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84522456</id><published>2002-11-14T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T04:42:51.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever said tt working in the hospital was gonna be hella borinng is wrong. so kiss my ass sucker! ur just jealous i got the job and u didn't=p i mean a lot happens around the hospital over a day. to list a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th November:&lt;br /&gt;0900 report for work.ward2.male ward.category C.&lt;br /&gt;0900 went on rounds with the doctors.4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;0930 patient passed away.doctors didn't even flinch&lt;br /&gt;1045 had to help nurse clean up dis bedridden man's ass. not a pretty sight and*pinches nose*&lt;br /&gt;1130 served lunch.hospital has horrible food&lt;br /&gt;1200 indian patient threw the whole bowl of porridge on me cos he was angry at my feeding.hey if he has strength to do tt how come he needs me to feed him?&lt;br /&gt;1245 saw the body.hey wad took the nurses so long to show me? they thought i'd break down?it was already turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;1315 the security gaurds are here to collect the body.they put the old man in a metal stretcher and cover him.again no one flinches.&lt;br /&gt;1425 patient caught smoking in toilet.alarm blasted cos of smoke.patient refuses to come outta the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 November&lt;br /&gt;0800 report for work.a vagrant was admitted.he was seriously deaf and the staff had a hard time communicating with him.&lt;br /&gt;0800 go on rounds with sir rajah[nursing officer] he's v nice.but he reeks of adidas cologne.&lt;br /&gt;0900 go for rounds with doctors[same ol 4]&lt;br /&gt;1000report to rehab&lt;br /&gt;1100went round with occupational therapist hwan jing.she's v nice too.the patients at ward 3 were better.half male half female.&lt;br /&gt;the old folks are mostly demented already and one lady just plugged off all her tubes by herself, got up and wanted to be discharged. she said she'd be back on sat cos she quarrelled with another patient who was to be discharged on sat.haha and she expected the pple would let her walk outta the hospital in pyjamas? i think in the end they managed to calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;1200went for lunch at alexandra village with annie and felicia.&lt;br /&gt;1400 got to hang out with a speech pathologist and podiatrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the hospital ain't a place for the faint hearted to work in cos yeah lotsa deaths and hard to handle patients. but tts alright cos su wee ain't faint hearted=) haha...so many of the patients are old folks.many of them suffer from diseases like diabetes.a lot.and mental illnesses like dimensia and schitzophrenia.pains pple to see them like that i guess.makes me wonder how i'd become when i grow old.well if i live to tt age of cos.and i think the ones that are really suffering are those tt suffer from multiple strokes.they're bedridden.and if ur hit with a stroke, chances are you'd suffer other strokes.multiple strokes til u eventually give in to death.hmm...but viral menigitis seems to be going around. some patients are real nice and farnie.others are really hard to handle though.the nurses dun have an easy life.so overall i think i like my job=) but the other student assigned with me is a pain in the ass.stupid PRC student Sun Xing.she has no initiative at all.bloody hell just hides in the pantry to read  books. i mean when pple dun call for u u should offer ur help anyhow rite?not read books.and she reports for work really late but wasnts to get off work asap.wtf. and she ask stupid questions like wad's a vagrant and read books on clandestine affairs.those stupid paperbacks with no literary values that only deprived ple read.and she uses words like 'wonderful' and 'lovely' to describe food.get a life! stop living like ur trying to uphold ur PRC spirit.and she was really affected by the death so the nurses sorta gave her the"u won't make it in health care" kind of look.i mean i was affected too but its part and parcel of life. and we're wrokingin a category c ward so she should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun wanna go to bangkok.for 5 days?5 days with my mum alone is torture.torture.hell and hell. and anyway i'd die of pollution cos i inhaled too much unclean air even before i make it to the 3rd day.and 5 days away from joel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh another thing.i miss joel=( and he's not gonna be back till monday...&lt;br /&gt;but ohwellz im sure he's having fun in australia so i shouldn't be such a brat.&lt;br /&gt;monday's just a few eons away after all.haha=p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84522456?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84522456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84522456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84522456' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84361930</id><published>2002-11-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T06:10:02.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey darling...i'll miss u when ur over at australia=) and have fun!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84361930?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84361930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84361930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84361930' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84276543</id><published>2002-11-09T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T06:47:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i haven't blogged for a hella long time.been busy.haha rite, busy slacking and all.so i've decided i shall take up jazz and boxercise during the holidays. and go for every single hiphop lesson. yeah tts wad i need to do to improve.been stagnating too long already.and i wanna be at the top.now.hmm got some weird msgs in my guestbook and i wonder if its who i think it is.so april bought nautica berms for reeve...bleh bloody hell i hope reeve appreciates it...haha the roadshow was so boring!!!!!!!! i dunno why my mum make me go through all this stuff . im not interested in taking over her business. half her staff are bitches and the rest are anti-me. so yeah if i ever do i'll get professionals wo dress in black all the time so they suit thehotel image.and not pple who dress like they should've just not wear  clothes newae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FaeryLadyX/quizzes/Which%20Goddess%20Owns%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034128955_PicsNature.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Goddess Owns You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84276543?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84276543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84276543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84276543' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-84114706</id><published>2002-11-06T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T05:37:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah pple im back! did anyone miss me? argh chinese O's in 2 days time. so i must make sure i get an A1 for mother tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-84114706?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84114706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/84114706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84114706' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83947769</id><published>2002-11-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T22:13:57.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took all the courage i had just to love someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83947769?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83947769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83947769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83947769' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83753916</id><published>2002-10-29T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T20:41:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh its so hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83753916?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83753916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83753916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83753916' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83715366</id><published>2002-10-29T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T05:40:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok the phone's ringing...haha but i wun bother answering it unless i noe its joel on the other end. and it can't be him so heck. d/l ed iris by the goo goo dolls. it doesn't sound tt sad wad? i mean i dun go to tt extent of bleeding just to know im alive. well ok at least not literally.blood's ok but self-inflicted injury is unnecesary. newae finally caught c and asked her for her phone no. and heard from k tt she broke up with d and now d's with cy. tts so mean of d!!!! i mean im sorry but i happen to think c is a great person and all. so dere hmph!!!! i STILL dunno who my cheerleading capt for next yr is*gags* anyone's fine really but i dun want my juniors to be my capt in the endcos they're inexperienced  and stuff liddat. so yeah i hope its liling=) but she said she might quit the team nxt yr cos of her v/head prefect duties. and jeannie's quitting, and jamie's quitting, and i think cleo's quitting, tt leaves a v pathetic no of pple. and no more gymnast to do stunts. which means we are so dead!?! i wanna quit too to avoid embarrasment but think its teeny bit too irresponsible if i quit. haha dunno larz...party's in 2 days and bout 30+ pple are coming. dun really care if v lil pple turn up as long as the pple dere are gonna be fun=) yeah babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83715366?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83715366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83715366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83715366' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83650984</id><published>2002-10-27T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T23:35:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ricecakes/quizzes/%40--%3E--%20%20Which%20Sappy%20Love%20Song%20Are%20You%3F%20%20--%3C--%40/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/ricecakes/1034884482_CWINDOWSDesktopiris.jpg" border="0" alt="%22Iris%22%20by%20Goo%20Goo%20Dolls"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;@--&gt;--  Which Sappy Love Song Are You?  --&lt;--@&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls. You don't want the world to see you because you don't think that they'd understand, and sometimes you bleed just to know you're alive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83650984?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83650984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83650984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83650984' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83650291</id><published>2002-10-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T23:13:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/obikitty/quizzes/Whats%20Your%20Type%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033936977_llamerican.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Whats Your Type?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your into the boy next door. He may not be glamorous, mysterious, or foreign (like ewan, orli and jude) but he's definatly for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Is Gone&lt;br /&gt;You and I got something&lt;br /&gt;But it's all and then it's nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I got my defenses&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your intentions for me&lt;br /&gt;And we wake up in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Of the things we neer thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;What do you got to move you darling&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be all you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no solution&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of this pollution in me&lt;br /&gt;And I was not the answer&lt;br /&gt;So forget you ever thought it was me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;What do you got to move you darling&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need the fallout of all the past&lt;br /&gt;That;s here between us&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not holding on&lt;br /&gt;And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;I know it's out there&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone &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/3842387-83650291?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83650291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83650291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83650291' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83583876</id><published>2002-10-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T23:35:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i just remembered i have a concert to attend tonight.sheesh tt means i gotta get off tuition earlier. haha i hope the tchr won't nag like she did yesterday when i told her i couldn't stay on to write the compo on a football match cos i had "piano lesson". hey c'mon gimme credit for pulling ttt stunt. i was freakin hungry kaez and class was long over, the tchr was being a meanie by making everyone stay back. oh but moses got off before me. its either he wrote a really short compo or he just walked out[like i was tempted to] haha but he's q poor thing larz. the tchr likes walking around him and making snappy remarks. dunno wad her problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else to add to being a girl&lt;br /&gt;17. why do we spend so much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah saw this wallet at the wallet shop at parco but couldn't get it cos im broke.being penniless sux. and the selfridge top.argh!!!! i want tt too...and the board shorts. damm it i think i'll just go con an old woman into thinking tt the pebble in my garden is actually really a magic healing stone haha. oh josephine just came online!!!! haha i haven't seen her for like wad? 3 mths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83583876?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83583876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83583876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83583876' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83547699</id><published>2002-10-26T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T01:34:52.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've been thinking a lot bout wad are the traits of a girl...think we're really complicated creatures!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.we're so sweet for no reason&lt;br /&gt;2.we're so mean for no reason&lt;br /&gt;3.we cry really easily&lt;br /&gt;4.we can be cold one minute and the next we're high&lt;br /&gt;5.why do we giggle?&lt;br /&gt;6.pink pink pink pink pink pink pink pink&lt;br /&gt;7. we can spend hours dressing up and end up wearing wad we initially picked&lt;br /&gt;8.why do we like perfume?&lt;br /&gt;9. even though we dun act like it, deep down we're v HO haha&lt;br /&gt;10. we're nvr pissed for long but when we ARE...its hell&lt;br /&gt;11.we like silly things like movies with happy fairy tale endings&lt;br /&gt;12.boys, its all in their smile=)&lt;br /&gt;13.we get jealous hella easy&lt;br /&gt;14.ok but we forgive pple most of the times&lt;br /&gt;15.we diss one another, but we still love everyone&lt;br /&gt;16. ok we diss our friend's bf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83547699?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83547699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83547699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83547699' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83546954</id><published>2002-10-26T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T00:53:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Absolutely (Story Of A Girl)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl &lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days in the year she woke up with hope &lt;br /&gt;But she only found tears &lt;br /&gt;Actin' so insincere &lt;br /&gt;Making the promises never for real&lt;br /&gt;As long as she stands there waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;How many days disapear&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror so how do you choose&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls out quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl &lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lovers would stay&lt;br /&gt;Just to put up with this shit day after day&lt;br /&gt;How do we wind up this way&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose&lt;br /&gt;How do we get there today &lt;br /&gt;If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day &lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls out quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl &lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your clothes never wear as well the next day &lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls out quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl &lt;br /&gt;Who's pretty face she hid from the world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad and lonely there &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl &lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her when she smiles&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/3842387-83546954?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83546954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83546954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83546954' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83544242</id><published>2002-10-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T01:09:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic kisser" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Romantic Kisser!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do *You* Kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/peachynat/quizzes/which%20eye%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1032679954_CDocumentsandSettingsOwnerMyDocumentslove.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which eye are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wickednottocare/quizzes/What's%20your%20brand%20of%20sexy%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wickednottocare/1034379192_manticsexy.jpg" border="0" alt="romanticsexy"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your brand of sexy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic-Sexy.... Your fantasies involve love, not lust. You are a fantastic kisser, and for very good reason: it's your favorite thing. You are sappy as hell, and you don't care who knows it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkpaperclips.net/subs/quiz3.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://liquid2k.com/ppc/hawaii.jpg" border=0 alt="Whats your dream wedding?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whats Your Dream Wedding?&lt;/a&gt; You'll probably fall in love with an Italian Man, they must be the most romantic men on Earth! You'll get an ace flowery necklace and do the Conga and everything! &lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything better than sand and water between your toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83544242?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83544242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83544242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83544242' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83544099</id><published>2002-10-25T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:04:19.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bisexualquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/notbi.jpg" alt="not bisexual" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Nope. Definitely not bisexual ;)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you only like to eat one kind of meat,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean you are any less of a sexual gourmand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just  choose only the finest of dicks/breasts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whichever strikes your particular gender's fancy)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy them with the style and panache that ideally suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bisexualquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are *You* Bisexual? Click Here to Find Out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83544099?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83544099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83544099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83544099' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83513393</id><published>2002-10-25T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T07:33:23.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't mean it when i said i hate u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83513393?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83513393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83513393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83513393' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83512427</id><published>2002-10-25T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T07:05:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha dear me i haven't really started on chhinese yet...betta do it tmr morning...and yeah since i got busted tdy i shall skip school on monday so i'll lie low, and the really bitchy tchrs won't get a chance to diss me. hee ok im finally excited bout the party cos its q near. but it seems everyone has fabulous stuff to wear and bleh i dun even noe if i'll look good. and i certaintly ain't dressed up so elaborately like everyone else.my philosophy: keep it simple. simplicity is beauty. yeah... but den again i might feel underdressed, since everyone's like dying to put make up and actually buying stuff for the party. i'd like to too but haha im kinda broke after paying for the rent of the function room. and it doesn't help my bro shattered the billiard lights previously and since we have a record i gotta put in a deposit of a hundred bucks to make sure my guests dun spoil anything dis time. so u guys betta be extra careful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83512427?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83512427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83512427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83512427' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83457846</id><published>2002-10-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T06:12:51.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have resolved to becoming proactive..........haha chan ah kaw said that in order to know our own strengths, we first have to know our own weaknesses, den we can better ourselves=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83457846?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83457846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83457846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83457846' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83400186</id><published>2002-10-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T04:51:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna have oreos and milk...haha but dun have any=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83400186?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83400186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83400186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83400186' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83396677</id><published>2002-10-23T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T02:10:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joyful, joyful, we adore thee &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joyful, joyful, we adore thee, &lt;br /&gt;God of glory, Lord of love;&lt;br /&gt;hearts unfold like flowers before thee, &lt;br /&gt;opening to the sun above.&lt;br /&gt;Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; &lt;br /&gt;drive the dark of doubt away;&lt;br /&gt;Giver of immortal gladness, &lt;br /&gt;fill us with the light of day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thy works with joy surround thee, &lt;br /&gt;earth and heaven reflect thy rays,&lt;br /&gt;stars and angels sing around thee, &lt;br /&gt;center of unbroken praise.&lt;br /&gt;Field and forest, vale and mountain, &lt;br /&gt;flowery meadow, flashing sea,&lt;br /&gt;singing bird and flowing fountain &lt;br /&gt;call us to rejoice in thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art giving and forgiving, &lt;br /&gt;ever blessing, ever blessed,&lt;br /&gt;wellspring of the joy of living, &lt;br /&gt;ocean depth of happy rest!&lt;br /&gt;Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, &lt;br /&gt;all who live in love are thine;&lt;br /&gt;teach us how to love each other, &lt;br /&gt;lift us to the joy divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortals, join the mighty chorus, &lt;br /&gt;which the morning stars began;&lt;br /&gt;Father-love is reigning o'er us, &lt;br /&gt;brother love binds man to man.&lt;br /&gt;ever singing, march we onward, &lt;br /&gt;victors in the midst of strife,&lt;br /&gt;joyful music leads us sunward &lt;br /&gt;in the triumph song of life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Words: Henry Van Dyke, 1908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83396677?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83396677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83396677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83396677' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83395892</id><published>2002-10-23T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T07:00:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278858_ctionlips2.jpg" border="0" alt="lip%20kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83395892?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83395892' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83395829</id><published>2002-10-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T01:48:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;"What Sign of Affection Are You?" - Results: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple but quite daring. you move for the kill confidently knowing the other person wants the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83395829?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83395829' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83395795</id><published>2002-10-23T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T01:34:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im amused by my quiz results..but ohwellz i guess it  cheered me up a lil=) for a while at least...i dunno why i hafta act like my whole world has just come crashing down on me cos i bet to many pple it doesn't even matter. and i bet everyone's starting to get irritated with my mood.but wait i noe why im acting like tt, its because dis IS my whole world. i've got like wad? nothing else...and if i can't even excel academically den im nobody...im not good at sports, i can't draw, i can't play team games, im not musically inclined and im not a drama queen.so screw me...i hate myself. argh and it doesn't even matter anyway cos the last time i did a reality check i realised i suck big time. oh wait so there's something i excel  in, being such a big time sucker. ok im not gonna write stuff like i feel like dying or i feel like cutting myself or im gonna rot in hell cos tts definitely the last thing i'd do. so at least im not suicidal=p but right now im tokin so much crap...and one minute im happy and the next minute im not...and i haven't even told my folks my marks!!! argh...i want to be cheerful and move on but yarz pple aren't always tt strong and right now i can't snap outta it. the last time i felt this horrible was no time. i dun think i ever did feel this horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83395795?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83395795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83395795' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83349982</id><published>2002-10-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T06:28:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damm it...screw me...look at all my crappy marks manz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh newae mr deeds was a pretty nice movie. and now i feel so guilty for sitting out during dance class and i need su vien to teach me the routine cos i said i was tired and didn't wanna dance. i mean i wasn't feeling v dancy larz,  if u knew u screwed up ur end of year's who would have the mood to prance around rite? haiz...ok shouldn't be letting this affect me. but actually im pretty happy with my marks.problem is my mum doesn't speak on the same wavelength as me. haha wavelength, scored bloody low for physics k. but im still glad i've not been ask to sit for re examz or to drop the subject cos i think our school seriously means business. i mean they really push pple who dun do well. argh the belt the belt...oh gawd wad if she uses the hanger? bah or she might slap me like she always does.ouch...im exclaiming in advance haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i sound so pessimistic.shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh ok tok bout happier things. it's boss's day so i got my mum a sun flower. haha i mean she's my boss for now and i noe she likes roses larz but i like sunflowers and im the giver so i get to pick rite?hee=p&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/3842387-83349982?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83349982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83349982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83349982' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83246869</id><published>2002-10-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T03:53:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"*Which Cast Member Are You?" - Results: &lt;br /&gt;Dominique. Your quite the character, in fact...your the star! so take a bow, your me! Clever and manipulatiuve, deep and dreamy, stubborn and charming. Sure your probably evil, but bless your little black heart, you honestly do try to be good. Often called vain, but you know it's just a cover, deep down your lost and confused. You'll probably spend your life trying to figure out all of your little complexities and contradictions, and your sworn enemy is mediocricy. But don't worry, atleast you know your life won't be cliche! Literature Counterparts: Lestat, probably on the bad side a bit of Claudia,( Vampire Chronicles) Annie Lockwood (Both Sides of time) Jesse Tuck (tuck everlasting) and Lux Lisbon (virgin suicides) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i dunno why i took the quiz, its not like i noe wad "cast" is. do any of u know? but yeah i noe lux lisbon.read virgin siucides.it was a damm tragic book. deep down im lost and confused? =p yeah right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83246869?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83246869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83246869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83246869' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83244312</id><published>2002-10-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T01:12:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no we're gonna get our papers back tmr...im so scared. i mean really im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newae tdy's really boring...woke up.went for my piano lesson.had lunch.den had a headache.haha ok maybe im worrying too much bout my results tts why. joel's at church retreat so can't tok to him. i dunno wad retreat means and i hafta ask him...erm if i remember to. its so tragic i was born without a religion haha.well unless u count my folk's religion mine but i dun feel any sense of belonging to taoism so yeah...haiz maybe next time when i grow up.haha but noe wad? wad if i nvr grow up? wad if tmr a car just runs over me and bang su wee's dead.non-existent. den i'd die without a religion.so i've decided tt i'd follow the religion tts able to answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if God was the creator of men, who created God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah tts the question. thought intruiging huh? now all i need is an answer=) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-83244312?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83244312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83244312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83244312' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83211278</id><published>2002-10-19T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T06:04:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 Little Woman - No More (I'ma do it right)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kiely)&lt;br /&gt;I getting little tired of your broken promises,promises	&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your pager seeing different numbers,numbers&lt;br /&gt;Call you when you steady hanging with fellas,the fellas&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with my friends you always getting jealous and jealous&lt;br /&gt;I was with you when you didn't have no dollas,no dollas&lt;br /&gt;Hanging at the crib chlling with your momma,your mamma&lt;br /&gt;Never funded you never brought the drama,the drama&lt;br /&gt;Now you flip the script player please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one (say it again say it again oh)&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one (you do or you  don’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You do or you don’t don’t &lt;br /&gt;You will or you won’t won’t &lt;br /&gt;No more no more (baby I’ma do it right)&lt;br /&gt;You can or you can’t can't be a man be a man man&lt;br /&gt;No more no more (baby I’ma do it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adrienne)&lt;br /&gt; You Treat me like a lady when you open doors and doors&lt;br /&gt;But then you wanna front when your with your boys your boys&lt;br /&gt;How you gonna play me when I bought your clothes your clothes&lt;br /&gt;The ones that you be wearing when you  with your boys ya boys&lt;br /&gt;You know you never thought I would have the nerve the nerve&lt;br /&gt;Think about it more since you at the curb the curb&lt;br /&gt;Blowing up my pager saying you want a chance a chance&lt;br /&gt;Listen when I say it player please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Adrienne)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know what happen to our love we used to be best friends where did it go wrong I just want to see how good it is with me I’m tried and I’m through with all you lazy games &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kiely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy you promise me case fade but that was last year  boy in the 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;But you ain’t biggie baby boy so no it ain’t 1 more chance when your friends around you don’t want to hold my hand and &lt;br /&gt;Now you see a girl stylin and whillin by the mix &lt;br /&gt;Popping out the whips the whips  the 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;S fly cromes so with my tones either you do it or you don’t&lt;br /&gt;(you do or you don’t) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1x&lt;br /&gt;(overlap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one say it again say it again oh &lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one   &lt;br /&gt;(I’m tried of hearing baby I’ma do it right)&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one &lt;br /&gt;(Never again never again no no no)&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one say it again say it again oh&lt;br /&gt;(I’m not the one)&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one &lt;br /&gt;Say it again sa-say it say it again&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one &lt;br /&gt;Say it again sa-say it say it again&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one&lt;br /&gt;(I can do better all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;No I’m not the one&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one the oneeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus until fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singers of 3 Little woman are Adrienne,Naturi,and Kiely.&lt;br /&gt;haha and i have nothing betta to do so im listening to these songs&lt;br /&gt;they dun represent wad i feel&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/3842387-83211278?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83211278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83211278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83211278' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83209253</id><published>2002-10-19T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T03:40:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok im like extremely bored...joel's at a party and he ain't replied my msg so i suppose he's having fun=) argh i dunno wad to do now, home is like the least favourite place i like to be in.so anyway, these few days have been pretty ok i guess.errm lemme see where i stopped so i can pick up where i left off=p oh yeah ok i noe where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i dun think i did anything on wed.i bought sab's birthday card? and it said happy 50th birthday.haha yeah wadeva im v crappy.hmm wad else*drums fingers* oh yeah watched changing lanes...i think its by far the best cos it doesn't have cheesy stuff or a predictable plot. haha but april fell asleep in the cinema.and reeve wad's ur fuckin problem!?! like hello if u have a girlfriend ur supposed to love and cherish her and hold her tight and say everything's gonna be alright. but u like made april walk round the whole of orchard to look for u, and u wouldn't even wait like 5 seconds for her to arrive since i told u she was gonna be at macs. ok i'd curse and swear and diss u further but since april's my friend i shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to rjc's open house on friday. was quite ok larz. saw alex and said hi.but i think he kinda stank*pinches nose* and the school is damm run down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to acjc tdy.gawd i couldn't stand their dance club. rjc's dance club was bad enough. but acjc tsk tsk. i think pple are damm lame to do some stupid dance and use music tt ain't even hiphop but claim its hiphop newae. they can't even do a proper shimmy and like girls, we dun do splits in hiphop? shimmy properrly. should practise more on isolation exercises. and like shed the flabs pple. every single one of them were fat!!! and they danced dis really lame dance[claimingly "hiphop"] to will smith's black suit's coming. and their costume was like crap. gaya said i could join their dance club and not practise at all but be the star dancer. i so agree. not tt im damm pro or anything but it just goes to show they really suck. april's so fascinated with acjc and tokin so much bout how the ac spirit lives much longer in pple's hearts den the rafflesian. haha wad the heck im still going to rjc by hook or by crook. ac has too many screwed up cases .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh met rachel and tiffany there too. i swear rachel's gonna be like with alex lim soon. wait is his surname lim? argh heck the one with the farnie glasses larz. like three months from now, their either together or already broken p =p we shall wait and see...&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/3842387-83209253?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83209253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83209253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83209253' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83208062</id><published>2002-10-19T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T02:14:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"love is like heaven but it can hurt like hell"&lt;br /&gt;haha dis was written in someone's blog tt i was just rumaging through...how true? &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/3842387-83208062?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83208062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83208062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83208062' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83169339</id><published>2002-10-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T07:25:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pk like the dumb ass computer technician finally got my comp fixed...i mean who does he think he is? MIB? just dressing up in black and dumping my CPU on  the ground den driving away. he didn't even make sure my comp was functioning properly!?! sigh inefficiency...if u were working for me i'd fire u straight away...dunno the value of customer service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so newae i changed my party venue to some stewpid poolside...but should be more cool larz since noeits the poolside and not my boring house...i think i shall be a vampire for tt  day hee=p&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/3842387-83169339?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83169339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83169339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83169339' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-83054233</id><published>2002-10-16T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T02:13:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yee hah peeps we're having a party!!! my mum just oblliged...i dun think she'll be home yeah!!! so all of u are invited=) people i need a lot a lot of people or it won't be fun anymore...if there ain't anyone coming i'll scrap the party=p i will invite the whole class!!!!!!! and maybe some of my frens ooh and definitely joel...gaya i dun think ur frens will be coming.i mean they give u cocked up answers, so we can invite others larz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are like the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date:31st Oct 2002&lt;br /&gt;time:7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;venue:my house[12 Lentor PLace S788999]&lt;br /&gt;dress code: its black for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm izzit pot luck? i dunno not confirmed. yeah but no alcohol and smoking in su wee's house. and no chasing the dragon. hey sab i'll chain my dog up larz...he won't eat up 10% of the guests haha...ok i hope this party works...if not i shall just go home and cry=p yeah rite!!!&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/3842387-83054233?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83054233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/83054233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83054233' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-82960159</id><published>2002-10-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:55:03.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3LW LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Playas Gon' Play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;The hit maker&lt;br /&gt;The playas gon' play&lt;br /&gt;Them haters gonna hate&lt;br /&gt;Them callers gonna call&lt;br /&gt;Them ballers gonna ball&lt;br /&gt;(Let 'em know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't mind (ha)&lt;br /&gt;What people say or do (nah, nah)&lt;br /&gt;But I, I do mind&lt;br /&gt;What you believe is true&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one&lt;br /&gt;Getting all my love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what they do (what they do)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] - Playas, they gonna play&lt;br /&gt;And haters, they gonna hate&lt;br /&gt;Ballers, they gonna ball&lt;br /&gt;Shot callers, they gonna call&lt;br /&gt;That ain't got nothin' to do&lt;br /&gt;With me and you&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-called friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see me with you&lt;br /&gt;Behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Callin' my cell and pager too&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;I will stay true&lt;br /&gt;Only to you&lt;br /&gt;Only to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know (I want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)&lt;br /&gt;We gotta talk about everything you hear&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know that it ain't true&lt;br /&gt;You can trust my love&lt;br /&gt;And I can trust yours too&lt;br /&gt;Our love will be forever, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Women&lt;br /&gt;They gon' ball shorty&lt;br /&gt;They gon' play shorty&lt;br /&gt;That's how they do shorty&lt;br /&gt;We comin' through shorty&lt;br /&gt;The hit maker shorty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playas gon' play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playas gonna play (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Haters gonna hate (right)&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;That's just how it's been (let 'em know, let 'em know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playas (Little Women y'all)&lt;br /&gt;And haters (9 lives y'all)&lt;br /&gt;Playas (the hit maker y'all, woo)&lt;br /&gt;And haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playas gonna play (oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Haters gonna hate (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Ballers gonna ball (oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Callers gonna call&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-82960159?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82960159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82960159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82960159' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-82960029</id><published>2002-10-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:49:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna watch the sunset=) i mean i've seen the sunrise as a kid with my folks and it wasn'tspectacular...not breathtaking...hee partly cos of the company i guess...but i really really wanna watch the sunset...i think it'd be more beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-82960029?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82960029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82960029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82960029' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-82959055</id><published>2002-10-14T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:02:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi peeps-yay- haha yeah the examz are finally over! watched 2 movies...one at lido and one at cine...i think i prefered the tuxedo cos there was more action, but i think both dun deserve v good rating cos it really ain't tt interesting. oh but liz hurley[is tt how u spell her name?] looked real hot in serving sara. as always i'd go" i'll give anything for that kind of body!" haha but tts wishful thinking of cos. ooh but i wouldn't lift my shirt up for some sleazy guy just so i get to spend the night for free in some motel.ah nah no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i saw joel for like the first time in wad?44days? gosh u guys have no idea how i miss him. but i feel really bad tt he has to pay for everything, next time i shall pay for my share of the tix and food and stuff liddat. its not nice, and imagine? now he's allowance is halved cos he has to provide for 2 pple. and its just not fair tt guys hafta pay all the time. oh but newae joel thank u for carrying my bag.it was v sweet of u=) and gaya are we still having the halloween party? i really want one cos i haven't experienced halloween b4. &lt;br /&gt;oh guess who we met at wheelock? patrick and claire. patrick[my dance instructor] and claire[his gf, my dance class fren] and yeah in case u haven't already guessed, my dance class is full of grown ups. sis and i are the only teenagers. and the rest are like grown pple who smoke and go clubbing and stuff liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz a math arz[CCMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geri i feel like strangling u!!!!! like hello how can u say "how come every week i see u with a different guy arz?" ur accusing me of something i've not done.i dun go out with guys,ok at least not anymore, cept for joel. and the worse part is u had to say it when he was around*frowns*. ur so dead when i see u in sch on monday.ur so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-82959055?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82959055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82959055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82959055' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-82913665</id><published>2002-10-13T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T00:27:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate that stupid add tt always appear's on the top of my blog advertising blogspot...like hello ur covering ja rule? but no way am i going to pay US$5 a month just to get my own domain and make the add disappear...this is free publicity, blogspot should pay me . man im still not concentrating on a math but u can't blame me...its like the last paper and i think its ok ifi flunk one more sub cos i flunked all of them already newae...no diff=p oh lit pple want to ask u guys a qs. do u guys even noe wad the unseen poem means? i mean all the things bout pianos and drums...its supposed to be inferential rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pianos And Drums&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when at break of day at a riverside&lt;br /&gt;i hear the jungle drums telegraphing&lt;br /&gt;like bleeding flesh, speaking of&lt;br /&gt;primal youth and the beginning&lt;br /&gt;i see the panther ready to pounce&lt;br /&gt;and the leopard snarling to leap&lt;br /&gt;and the hunters crouched with spears poised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my blood ripples turns torrent&lt;br /&gt;topples the years and at once im&lt;br /&gt;in my mother's lapa suckling&lt;br /&gt;at once im walking simple&lt;br /&gt;paths with no innovations&lt;br /&gt;rugged, fashioned with the naked&lt;br /&gt;warmth of hurrying feet and groping hearts&lt;br /&gt;in green leaves and wild flowers pulsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hear a wailing piano&lt;br /&gt;solo speaking of complex ways&lt;br /&gt;in tear-furrowed concerto&lt;br /&gt;of far away lands&lt;br /&gt;and new horizons with&lt;br /&gt;coaxing diminuendo counterpoint&lt;br /&gt;crescendo. but lost in the layrinth&lt;br /&gt;of its complexities, it ends in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of a phase at a daggerpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lost in the morning mist&lt;br /&gt;of an age at a riverside keep&lt;br /&gt;wandering in the mystic rhythm&lt;br /&gt;of jungle drums and the concerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -Gabriel Okara-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh so profound,i think he's like reflecting bout how he aged but den the details..i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-82913665?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82913665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82913665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82913665' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842387.post-82910392</id><published>2002-10-12T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T22:21:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so peeps i have finally settled for this template.shows how fickle i am haha. mum's not in cos she's got a bridal hair show tdy.at goodwood park hotel. i hope the response will be good=) too bad i can't be there cos of my examz...ohwellz im supposedly studying for a math larz but heck it...and yeah i've got nothing much to write now.shall think of something later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842387-82910392?l=born2dance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82910392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842387/posts/default/82910392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://born2dance.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82910392' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741695755623871351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
