<?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-17133661</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:43:12.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conspicuouslydanncingaway...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114785991184163776</id><published>2006-05-17T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:58:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LIKE YOU, ROY. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;shit, just like me back. is that so hard?&lt;br /&gt;fuck, forget i ever said that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114785991184163776?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114785991184163776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114785991184163776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114785991184163776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114785991184163776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-you-roy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114785956521603178</id><published>2006-05-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:52:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's all just a friend thing huh? nothing much. i'm just someone you say hi to. and bye to. and interect with like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;but why did i feel so special? why did you make me feel so special. as if we had a bond. i was playing hard to get. cool and everything. but you know, i always felt like melting whenever you were there.&lt;br /&gt;why? why did you have to do this. why did you have to lead me on. and now give me the cold shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you. but i like you. but i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why. cos i'm not good enough. cos i have a gazillion zits on my face. cos my nose is a little on the humongous side. cos i'm not photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;shit you stupid pimples. shit you stupid nose. shit you stupid ugly dna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114785956521603178?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114785956521603178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114785956521603178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114785956521603178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114785956521603178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-its-all-just-friend-thing-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114128423446105389</id><published>2006-03-02T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:23:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially over HIM. OFFICIALLY.&lt;br /&gt;gah, how silly was i?&lt;br /&gt;very, very silly. he's just another pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm just feeling love-less. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114128423446105389?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114128423446105389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114128423446105389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114128423446105389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114128423446105389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/03/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114067383439918115</id><published>2006-02-23T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:50:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE SHEARMAN.&lt;br /&gt;he is like super hot. omygod. i cannot believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crushing!&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is that he is so so goodlooking, that i bet half the girls in my school are proberbly going ga-ga over him too. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday there was band. and guess what? liting now is in band too. i bet cos' she likes SHEARMAN too.&lt;br /&gt;double urgh!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm just some ordinary girl, with pimples all over her face. (well, not all over... but still.) why would he pick me anyway? i don't think he notices me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;during the first 3 weeks of school, i kinda flirted with him a lil. then gradually, we didn't meet up. so now i guess he doesn't even know i exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i'll just adore his face. that'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i agree if he asked me out? i'm not sure. ps matt said it isn't right to start a relationship till like i'm older. but, if i screw that, i'll be kinda disobeying God. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should give SHEARMAN a code name, just in case. (many boys feel that i like SHEARMAN, but i denied) so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, SG? Sex God.&lt;br /&gt;nahhh. I KNOW! charmer!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. me and monique's code name for him is josh though... but i don't want her to suspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114067383439918115?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114067383439918115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114067383439918115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114067383439918115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114067383439918115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-shearman.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114051451693468979</id><published>2006-02-21T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:35:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand crushes. what the heck is it actually?&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's just a stomachful of a bad case of pms and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so jealous. i don't even like him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;i see him pratically everyday. he sees me too.&lt;br /&gt;harmless stares. harmless smiles.&lt;br /&gt;they don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i bet other girls are crushing over him too.&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't agree to it if he did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;would i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114051451693468979?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114051451693468979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114051451693468979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114051451693468979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114051451693468979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-understand-crushes.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114022554128348988</id><published>2006-02-18T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:19:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;Is like a roaring ocean&lt;br /&gt;Is like a gentle dove&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;Would conquer armies&lt;br /&gt;Would cross deserts&lt;br /&gt;If only you would let it&lt;br /&gt;Why do you refuse?&lt;br /&gt;I only want to see you&lt;br /&gt;To touch you&lt;br /&gt;To love you&lt;br /&gt;Is this too much?&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Can be a purring kitten&lt;br /&gt;Or a galloping horse&lt;br /&gt;If only you would let it&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;I deduce&lt;br /&gt;That the only way I can adore you&lt;br /&gt;Is from afar.&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye, my dear&lt;br /&gt;And always remember,I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, isn't that poem the sweetest? took it off Maddeline's blog (with her permission.)&lt;br /&gt;heck, i've not been hanging around with Jesse and Eve and the whole group for aeons.&lt;br /&gt;since this year started. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't even invite me to their valentine's party, but my folks won't allow it anyway. cos (i quote) "you're too young. they're older than you and it's dangerous. what if something happens?"&lt;br /&gt;urghh. my folks just don't understand how stupid they sound. like what exactly will happen, hmm? we're just a bunch of friends hanging out! gee, what's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Eve, i need updates from you! sometime we'll go shopping alright?&lt;br /&gt;when i'm free that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good new is my rents' are out of town. they went to nz. for about 10 days or so. &lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to some prayer thing at church later on.&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114022554128348988?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114022554128348988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114022554128348988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114022554128348988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114022554128348988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-like-roaring-ocean-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114007502853122067</id><published>2006-02-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:45:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped a few periods of school today. cos i went to the polyclinic to check-up for kidney failure or something. when i reached school, recess was already over.&lt;br /&gt;so i msged Rochelle (i don't carry my timetable with me). math was in the library. actually, it wasn't math... more like free time. cos Mrs. Lee had to go for some meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I FOUND MY SCHEDULE DIARY! thanks to Jia Yu.&lt;br /&gt;thank-you Jia Yu!&lt;br /&gt;it was all along in Mdm Kaur's homeroom. heck, i hope the guys in 4B hasn't read it yet. if they did, i'm so, so, so, totally finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin gave me a clip today. for valentine's day- according to Jern Yen- but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;how sweet!&lt;br /&gt;thanks Alvin, it is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sick of the blog song. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. i still have loads of hw to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*LATEST UPDATES:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum finally agreed to let me join CCAB!!!&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGAWD. i'm like over the moon!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay! yay! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;CCAB, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114007502853122067?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114007502853122067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114007502853122067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114007502853122067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114007502853122067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-skipped-few-periods-of-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-114000080262259912</id><published>2006-02-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:53:22.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs. lee doesn't have my schedule diary!!! then who has it? please, please, don't tell me it's with one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;my ENTIRE life is inside. arghh!&lt;br /&gt;whoever who read it can probably write a biography of me already.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i'm typing like this, w/o caps? well, cos' i'm too damn lazy to hit the shift button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. today i thought i was gonna be late for school. kept rushing myself. but, in the end, i found out that my watch was 10 mins faster.&lt;br /&gt;we had to read w/o lights and fan. like what is up with that? i was like melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i had the band auditions. not sure which to join. it's either the clarinet or the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'm too young but,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'll end up hurting myself but,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'll break my promise but,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm head-over-heels. but at the same time, i'm trying to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;why, why, why?&lt;br /&gt;stupid crushes.&lt;br /&gt;he is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;he is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT. I'M GOING MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-114000080262259912?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/114000080262259912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=114000080262259912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114000080262259912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/114000080262259912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113990456065764378</id><published>2006-02-14T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:09:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooooh. Valentine's day is today! Watched My Fair Lady during music class.&lt;br /&gt;The part when a guy sang about his 'love' for the lead actress was so romantic. Me and Monique were like enjoying the ambiance (since it's valentine's day). But the boys didn't like it a bit, so they asked my music teacher to forward the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I left my schedule diary in Mrs. Lee's homeroom. Ahhh. She read it, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' dog poo.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are giving more and more homework by the days. So this is all the time i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113990456065764378?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113990456065764378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113990456065764378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113990456065764378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113990456065764378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ooooooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113981684158477287</id><published>2006-02-13T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:47:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won the competition. Like... woah.&lt;br /&gt;At first i was like... sure can't win one. But then see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;And we had shapeners for 1st prize. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY IS TMW.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the time i've got for this pathetic post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113981684158477287?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113981684158477287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113981684158477287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113981684158477287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113981684158477287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-won-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113955921545763071</id><published>2006-02-10T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:49:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! My group has been picked to represent the class in this total defense competition thing. You see, we had to make a sculpture with Jacobs crackers and some other EDIBLE ingredients. Since Aizat's in our team, which consists of Monique, Rochelle, Michelle, Vaisnavi and myself, we all agreed that he was the one who was gonna to think of what to make.&lt;br /&gt;He decided on a Carbine M16... Whatever that is. All i know that it's a rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our group was named Carbine. LOL. We made our sculpture with biscuits, celery, long beans, cooked rice, seaweed and ketchup. Eww right?&lt;br /&gt;By luck, our team won. Cause the other teams didn't bring their ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stayed back for the trial practice. ( I HAD TO MISS SURVIVOR!!!!!) Aizat was late. Rochelle and i had to search the canteen for him. But, he was in the library, enjoying the air-con. I was on the verge of strangling him man. And when we had to go on stage, he knocked down the school flag. Sheesh. Aizat was acting like a monkey. He couldn't sit still, or stand for that matter. He kept running here and there, embarrassing our group.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Then after awhile Monique and i got so fed up that we tried to hold onto him. Guess what. He ran out of the hall. AND WIPED HIS HAND ON THE CURTAIN. Like what on earth? We don't carry any deadly diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, i got bored of the upper sec's presentation so i mimicked Rochelle. Vaisnavi was like so tickled by that la. She kept laughing non-stop. But the funny thing is, Rochelle still thinks Vaisnavi was laughing at nothing. So, Rochelle still doesn't know that i mimicked her every actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, this is a long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113955921545763071?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113955921545763071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113955921545763071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113955921545763071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113955921545763071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-it-my-group-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113946883982974730</id><published>2006-02-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:07:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why so many people spend a huge sum of money on the computer game, maple.&lt;br /&gt;It's for their charactor's clothes they say. Like how stupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GIVING UP GYMNASTICS!&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Yay. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring.&lt;br /&gt;He went to bed and knocked his head. He never woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;What a nice time to doze off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113946883982974730?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113946883982974730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113946883982974730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113946883982974730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113946883982974730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-understand-why-so-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113940161966692479</id><published>2006-02-08T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:26:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I am so damn mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;My heart says not to give it up. But my mind tells me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I have made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save up for the lessons. That means no shopping, no splurging.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta get my parent's full approval first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's have gone on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;I have the whole house to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha. I wanted to organize a party at first, but my sis is being a wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotta complete my homework now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113940161966692479?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113940161966692479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113940161966692479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113940161966692479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113940161966692479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113922002288595073</id><published>2006-02-06T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:00:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in band. Mmmhmm. I can join gymnastics this way. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I'm like OVER THE MOON!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i like music. But the band is kinda... (they didn't give me a good inpression during the trials)&lt;br /&gt;I can join gym!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Can't make up my mind. Should i join CCAB? It's tough there. Or should i join some other gymnastic association? Or should i give up gymnastics entirely?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i decided to state the pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pros and cons of joining CCAB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROS:                                                                           &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to achive my dream. To be a gymnast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gymnastis IS my passion. I love gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;3. I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; make it to Team Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;4. I would be able to enjoy my CCA.&lt;br /&gt;5. I would be the odd one out. (The only one from school that has R. Gym as a cca.)&lt;br /&gt;6. People would notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONS:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It would be super duper tough.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would have to go dieting again.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would have to do those painful back arches.&lt;br /&gt;4. I would have to do 100 situps.&lt;br /&gt;5. The coach will yell at me to do stuff right.&lt;br /&gt;6. The classes are EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pros and cons of joining Bazgym.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It wouldn't be as tough as CCAB.&lt;br /&gt;2. It has cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;3. This is the other alternative if i don't make it into CCAB.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can get to know new people.&lt;br /&gt;5. People will notice. (In school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's ARTISTIC gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wouldn't enjoy it as much as in CCAB. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;3. I would have to do perfect side splits (which i can't master yet.)&lt;br /&gt;4. It's EXPENSIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pros and cons of only having band as my cca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to learn  how to play a different instrument.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love music.&lt;br /&gt;3. The drummer, Sheman, is a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Band is lame.&lt;br /&gt;2. The china guy from my class is in band.&lt;br /&gt;3. Brian is in band.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alvin and Jern Yen will start about the "me-and-Sherman" thing. I don't have a crush on him okay. I don't even have any feelings towards him. I'm just complimenting on his looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113922002288595073?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113922002288595073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113922002288595073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113922002288595073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113922002288595073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113896905889801607</id><published>2006-02-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T20:42:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. Oh man. This guy sure knows how ta shake his booty.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, a guy doing girl moves. Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;Guess who he is.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. MY DANCE INSTRUCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara; Goodies &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/w/CIARA-%22GOODIES%22-hehe-new-version?v=QIBLXES13BM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113896905889801607?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113896905889801607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113896905889801607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113896905889801607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113896905889801607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113894586382328963</id><published>2006-02-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:36:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In aprox 15 mins, Survivor Exile Island will start. WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cherlene are like die-hard Survivor fans. Right Cherlene?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my math test today, don't know if I'll get high marks. I couldn't understand most of the qns, they were in mathematical lingo. But unfortunately, I understand only english. Ohhh speaking about english, I aced my english test. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a hour later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. Survivor PEI is NICE. Go younger babes and hunks! No offence to the elders but... yeah. I hope Aras, Austin, Danielle and Misty would be in the final 4. Aras is HOT. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this Austin is totally different than the Project Runway Austin. Way, way different. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so moody today. Grr. Now I wanna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113894586382328963?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113894586382328963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113894586382328963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113894586382328963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113894586382328963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-aprox-15-mins-survivor-exile-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113886550383867530</id><published>2006-02-02T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:31:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Squeals)&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY FOUND AND BOUGHT KRYSTAL MEYERS'S CD ALBUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload the songs into the com, but somehow I can't. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my granpa's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Granpa! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt he'll ever see this. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late for school today. I was a second away from having to take a pink slip even if I took a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that late. When I was at the bus stop, I rememeberd that I had PE today. So i had to rush back to my house to get my PE shirt. When I went back to the bus stop, it was already 7. So I waited for a taxi. FOR 15 MINS!&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. All the cabs either had blind drivers, or had passengers already. Finally after 15 MINS, I managed to get a cab. Man, the driver was super grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;This was the convasation between us (roughly):&lt;br /&gt;Me: "To Bukit Merah Secondary please."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nice day huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Is it at Leng Kok bahru?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Pardon?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "IS IT A LENG KOK BAHRU LAR?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;-silence until end of ride-&lt;br /&gt;Scary. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oooh. Time to go for my Granpa's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113886550383867530?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113886550383867530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113886550383867530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113886550383867530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113886550383867530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-squeals.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113877557243706859</id><published>2006-02-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:32:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr. I can't stand them anymore. (The boys in my class.)&lt;br /&gt;At first,  I was a flirt. Then I had a crush on the drummer, Sherman.  In addition I had mutiple boyfriends in Aus. Followed by the Lionel-and-me-together thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;I have a RI boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(I wish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys gossip. They do. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;See how lies spread. Like wild fire.&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, the whole school would think of me as a slut. And a skanky whore.&lt;br /&gt;URGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO NOT right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fustrated- the above isn't true at all. Maybe except the Aust bfs thing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Disappointed- thats how boys try to get attention from girls.&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy- now I have a RI "bf".&lt;br /&gt;4. Ashamed- that I'm happy to have a RI "bf" when my NYR is to remain single.&lt;br /&gt;5. So wanting to shoot all of them (who started this whole rumour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad. I'm so mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113877557243706859?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113877557243706859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113877557243706859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113877557243706859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113877557243706859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/02/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113869098796766655</id><published>2006-01-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:03:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Siloso beach. Had a family outing there. My father and I tried to catch some of the small fish with a plastic container. But, the fish were way smarter than us. (Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;And way faster.&lt;br /&gt;We'll bring fishnets next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in a lazy mood now. So i won't bother to update on yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School re-opens tmw. AHHH. I've not completed my homework yet. Yeah, I wanted to do it in church... but I forgot I brought it along. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I said, am in the lazy slacking mood. So...&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113869098796766655?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113869098796766655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113869098796766655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113869098796766655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113869098796766655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-came-back-from-siloso-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113854168341204252</id><published>2006-01-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:22:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song sure is a tongue twister man. Dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley dum dum diddley diddley.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it right even with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went visiting today. Pigged out at relatives'.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I'm gonna put on weight. First went to my great-grandma's (Mum's side) place. I spotted a sick cat near the carpark. Actually it's a kitten. It was lying on the grass as if it was dead. It was still breathing, but i assume it would be dead sooner or later. Poor creature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to church. I had to wait and do nothing for 2 hours. But halfway Eunice came to chat. So it wasn't that bad. After church I headed to my grandma's house (Mum's side) and ate steamboat. My scoop thing kept 'drowning'. Lol. I helped my Aunt to get neopoints for her neopets acc. Funny right. My aunt playing neopets. My my, my uncle's wife (a.k.a Ah Kim) stomach is so big. Yeah, she's pregnent. Oooh, i hope she'll deliver on the 1st of March. That date is really special. Wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Psst. My birthday's on the 1st of March too.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I went to my father's cousin's. His dog is like dying already. So sad... probably next year when I visit the dog might be gone. It's 13 years old. Can you believe it? Older than my sis. Anyways, when I left their house, I gave it a goodbye pat on it's head.&lt;br /&gt;My last destination was my grandma's (Dad's side)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was rudely interrupted by my sis here... she kept peeking at this entry. And when i caught her peeking, she says that i shouldn't be on the com anymore cos it's HER turn... like whatever.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall cont tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... where was I? Oh yea, My last destination was at my grandma's house. Had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now my eyes are shutting. And my legs have turned into agar-agar.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113854168341204252?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113854168341204252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113854168341204252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113854168341204252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113854168341204252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-song-sure-is-tongue-twister-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113845953301908802</id><published>2006-01-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:45:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year people!&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. I just remembered I still have piles of homework to complete. Sheesh. I guess i'll have to do it tomorrow at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not stupid 2 is really a stupid show. Stupid cos' it made me cry and laugh at the same time. Like it was super touching and funny. But my sis kept irritating me during the show. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self: Never, ever watch a movie with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;And never ever use the computer before her. She's like reading over my shoulders. So rude right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh. I changed blogskin too. Heh. Yeah, i changed it again. (Sigh) The previous one had some problems with it. So, i hope this would be the final layout i'll ever use... for this few months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. And have a blessed CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113845953301908802?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113845953301908802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113845953301908802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113845953301908802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113845953301908802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-people-gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113817358895250149</id><published>2006-01-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:59:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH. Today i had a bad day. Extremely bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. What can I say. Art was chaotic. But funny la. But it was still chaotic. Aizat got scolded by the 'bus driver' (Art teacher). Finally the bus driver got fed up and locked him out of the art room. Then when I was washing my hands in the sink, Jern Yen, Alvin (i hope you're reading this) and Guofeng were saying that I was a flirt, that i had multiple boyfriends and a few others. So, i got fed up and splashed them with water. Twice. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;They deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LITERATURE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng asked the class who was Hannah. But she pronounced it as harna.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I raised up my hand la, and said that it was Hannah. Not Harna.&lt;br /&gt;Then Brian had to say my name is Hammer. Like how lame is that? Hannah, hammer... i don't see the link.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng then told him to apologize to me personally and act like a gentleman. I was like laughing my head off. Brian, a gentleman? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, my class was like whooting. What is their prob man. Its not as if Brian was gonna propose to me.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. See how childidh my class is????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ET &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat's button was undone, so i told him to button up. Alvin had to be a nuisance by saying that i was peeping. Puh-lease. Than Mr Tan said that he saw me at Tiong Bahru with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, Aizat and Brian had to add in that i was with Lional... or Lionel.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even reply any of them. Suddenly Aizat shouted that i was with Lional/ Lionel.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started whooting again. Then someone said that Aizat was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH. ENOUGH ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't even know Lional/ Lionel well. I'm not even his friend. And i don't even know how to spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't have multiple bfs. And IM NOT A FLIRT.&lt;br /&gt;Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A few hours later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, just came back from Holland V. Brought my dog for grooming. Now my dog looks neater. Hah. And I brought him shopping at the Pet Lovers Centre. Since CNY is around the corner, i bought him a new collar, leash and shampoo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love my darling very very much. I almost wanted to get a cheong sum for him. But he's a guy dog... how to wear cheong sum? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sleepy already.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113817358895250149?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113817358895250149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113817358895250149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113817358895250149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113817358895250149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113809131559050251</id><published>2006-01-24T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:28:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I FOUND MY JOURNAL!!! I FINALLY FOUND BY FREAKIN' JOURNAL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Phew. I hope no one read it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another average school day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass jog  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really jog. Hahaha. Actually, I power-walked. Hui Min was with me the whole time.  (: You go gurl! Our plan was to jog slowly until everyone got tired, then spint to the finish line. Except, there wasn't any finishing line. Lol, how lame am I?&lt;br /&gt;Then when the whole thing ended, I headed to Chinese lesson. While i was walking down the stairs, i saw the extremely-familiar-and-handsome-drummer who i always bump into, seated on one of the stair clutching his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Like oh my gosh. I wanted to help la. Or at least ask if he was alright. But he had his friends to his rescue.&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;So i just went down the stairs pretending that nothing had happened. I'm totally regretting now.&lt;br /&gt;(Humongous sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese lesson   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one there, of course. I went to the teacher to pass up my assignment that i should've handed in the day before. Hahaha. Then we had chinese spelling. Grrr, i think i'll flunk it. I left soo many blanks. I hate chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My science teacher was absent (YAY!) so, we had free time. I couldn't do my HW in peace. Vaishnabi kept irritating me. So i kept changing seats. Gah. At least i managed to finished up most of my HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's what happened at school. Oh yeah, one more thing. I GOT TO EAT DURING RECESS TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113809131559050251?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113809131559050251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113809131559050251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113809131559050251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113809131559050251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-found-my-journal-i-finally-found-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113799975377061517</id><published>2006-01-23T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:02:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My journal is still in Mdm Kaur's room. I think.&lt;br /&gt;And, for the millionth time, I'M NOT A FLIRT, I'M NOT A FLIRT, I'M NOT A FLIRT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know guys gossiped. Hahaha. I think that most of the boys in my class are childish and immature.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, guys also can be such irritating beings. Wonder if they would ever mature?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to bring my darling to the groomers. Hah. Can't find a groomer that's near my area. Ahhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113799975377061517?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113799975377061517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113799975377061517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113799975377061517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113799975377061517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-journal-is-still-in-mdm-kaurs-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113793351734434293</id><published>2006-01-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:38:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh, forget about the whole 'Dear diary' thing. It's just so not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't get to retrieve my diary. Mdm Kaur's homeroom was locked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Sighs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm like dead tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the CCA orientation wasn't too bad. The speech was kinda boring. Actually, the spech was boring... hahaha. I only paid attention when Mr. Sekaran was speaking. The rest, i didn't bother much. During the speech, Alvin and Jern Yen kept smsing me. What a waste of money, they were just seated BEHIND me. Guys really are stupid at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole thing ended at about 8. Or 7-30ish. Around that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day (Sat), i went to play badminton with my family, Ps. William and his sons and some other friends of Dad's. Man, badminton is tiring. And i don't know how to play it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheesh. So embarressing. I don't even know how to hit the shuttlecock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zebedee (I think it's spelt like that...) played against Zephy and my sis. Guess who won? Of course, my sis and Zephy did. By the way, the brothers are super good at badminton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now is Sunday, and i've just completed my homework. Homework, homework, homework. So much homework to do. Oh no. I just remembered. There's chinese spelling tmw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shit. I've not learnt the words yet. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113793351734434293?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113793351734434293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113793351734434293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113793351734434293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113793351734434293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahh-forget-about-whole-dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113773943026261747</id><published>2006-01-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:48:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh My God. I just found out I left my precious &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIVATE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;diary in school, in Mdm Kaur's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;homeroom. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I'm like so dead if she reads it. Or if anyone reads it. I'll get it back later, when I go for the CCA Orientation. I'm praying hard that she doesn't have it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I changed the layout. Heh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pinky-peach&lt;/span&gt; again. Somehow I've grown to love that colour. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I flunked my eng compre. How on earth can I fail english? That is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; not right.&lt;br /&gt;An english A* student failing eng compre? Sheesh. What a joke&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found that one of my classmates has a girlfriend already. Since last year. Woah-ho. That is like... so young? I'm a year older and still single.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;No offence yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______ said I was flirting with every guy I saw. Please, me? Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I never flirt. Sheesh. Define flirt for me then, since you're so damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113773943026261747?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113773943026261747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113773943026261747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113773943026261747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113773943026261747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113765732148213619</id><published>2006-01-19T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:25:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone feel that this layout is too much?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I've gotta feeling it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was so tiring. Stupid me ran 5 rounds, when Mr Sekaran only told us to do 4. Then we took our height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take it though. Haahaha, cause i didn't bring my student pass.&lt;br /&gt;Then at art, we had to go thorough this digital art "lesson". I TOTALLY HATE the teacher. Whatever her name is. She's like such a ______.&lt;br /&gt;I hate art lessons. I hate music lessons. I hate chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhmm. Thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113765732148213619?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113765732148213619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113765732148213619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113765732148213619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113765732148213619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/does-anyone-feel-that-this-layout-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113749958905873907</id><published>2006-01-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:06:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to start every post with &lt;em&gt;'Dear Diary' &lt;/em&gt;from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. Had a mass jog in the morning, 3km run I think. It was damn exhausting. The guys in my class took this oppitunity to act macho. ACT.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Must say that they are extremely bad at acting. I couldn't believe that they ran out of breath before me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After the jog, two goodlooking guys (from sec 4 i think) were like: "Hey gurl".&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked la. I didn't even really know them. So i just said: "Hey boys".&lt;br /&gt;Lol, what else could I say?&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them was like: "You're Hannah right? See, I remember your name". Then the other guy said that I looked un-local. Then I said: "Yeah, i'm not local" and just walked of, smiling back.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;What a great start. But _____ had to ruin it for me.&lt;br /&gt;______ said I was acting all flirty. Uh, whatever? Just because i'm from a convant school doesn't mean you can judge me like that. I wasn't flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Was I?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;during chinese lesson, I, a.k.a the saint, got a scolding from the chinese teacher. I obviously wasn't the culprit. It was all Brian's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. And I hate my music teacher. HATE. My whole class hates her too.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs music teacher, 1C hates you. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my Aunty and grandma is staying over my house. Cos' of some family disputes. Hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113749958905873907?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113749958905873907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113749958905873907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113749958905873907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113749958905873907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-decided-to-start-every-post-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113740760305180918</id><published>2006-01-16T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:33:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I give today a 4/10. Lessons were such a bore. Esp math and science. I kept doodling on my diary. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Grr, my habit of writing and drawing nonsense in my journal is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, it isn't nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember about my new year's resouloution? Well, i'll give ya'll a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more positive.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put Him 1st, in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat healthier food, NO JUNKIES!&lt;br /&gt;5. Work out, if I do get tempted. (:&lt;br /&gt;6. IMPROVE ON MY GYMNASTICS.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stay single.&lt;br /&gt;8. Not use cuss words, or as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;9. Not waste too much money.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be nicer to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;11. Try to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;12. Concentrate more on studies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this NYR is quite crappy. Firstly, i'm already too outspoken. Way too outspoken. Secondly, i ate Macs a few weeks ago and thirdly, &lt;strong&gt;i CAN NOT forget about him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the "Not waste too much money" thing? No comments for that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget him.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; forget him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I can't. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113740760305180918?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113740760305180918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113740760305180918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113740760305180918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113740760305180918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-give-today-410.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113720939775201386</id><published>2006-01-14T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:32:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ciara sure knows how to shake her booty. Mmm-hmm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All respects to a lady who can dance and sing well at the same time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I asked my sis to WEB service. Hah. Never knew I would be capable of that.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; irritating you know...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think she has a crush on _____. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll go shopping, AGAIN. Buy some stuff that I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School so far is alright. My class has quite a few jokers. Hahaha. Aizat, the No. 1 class clown. Like when he was absent, lessons were suddenly such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Made some new friends; Monique, Hui lin, Valerie, Jia wen, Brian, Jeremy, Aizat, Aisha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i just found out that i'm bad at names. Can't seem to remember some of my other classmates. I can visualise the face, but not the name.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I'm still trying to decide which cca to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball, Floorball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113720939775201386?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113720939775201386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113720939775201386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113720939775201386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113720939775201386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ciara-sure-knows-how-to-shake-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113714591164247782</id><published>2006-01-13T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:51:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so exhausted. After CCA try-outs.&lt;br /&gt;Today was so funny. I had to tryout for bball. EWW. Can you believe it? Basketball?! In the hot sun. I was like melting already.&lt;br /&gt;I hated the whole 30 mins of it. I pretended that i didn't know how to shoot. Hahaha. And bounce. The bball was so disgustingly FILTHY. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried for volleyball. Not so bad. I got in. (: Yay! After that was floorball followed by netball.&lt;br /&gt;I got in floorball. And didn't make it for netball. So, now i gotta decide which one I want to get into.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to get into volleyball. But my school is champion for floorball. Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball, floorball.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113714591164247782?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113714591164247782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113714591164247782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113714591164247782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113714591164247782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113686244241769681</id><published>2006-01-10T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:07:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said yes to your number&lt;br /&gt;And yes to you dating me&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can be together&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta wait for me&lt;br /&gt;The first time i said no&lt;br /&gt;Its like I never said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes we can be together&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can stay with me&lt;br /&gt;But when I say no not tonight&lt;br /&gt;You actin so ungratefully&lt;br /&gt;The first time I said no&lt;br /&gt;Its like I never said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You was on the wall&lt;br /&gt;I was with my crew&lt;br /&gt;You was watching me baby&lt;br /&gt;I was watching you&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you walked over I maintained my cool&lt;br /&gt;You said hello to me&lt;br /&gt;I said hello to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me where&lt;br /&gt;I'm fromI asked you what you do&lt;br /&gt;You some how intrigued me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so cool&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between hi and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I felt so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I felt like we could talk all night&lt;br /&gt;So i gave my number to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes to your number&lt;br /&gt;And yes to you dating me&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can be together&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta wait for me&lt;br /&gt;The first time I said no&lt;br /&gt;Its like I never said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes we can be together&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can stay with me&lt;br /&gt;But when I say no not tonight&lt;br /&gt;You actin so ungratefully&lt;br /&gt;The first time I said no&lt;br /&gt;Its like I never said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly you can call me baby&lt;br /&gt;I love to here from you&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course you can come and see me boy&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get to know you more&lt;br /&gt;Sure I'm feeling you&lt;br /&gt;No baby, not yet&lt;br /&gt;We can't take that next step&lt;br /&gt;Why you getting so upset, boy you&lt;br /&gt;Act as though I never told you yes before&lt;br /&gt;You are so ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You was at my house&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the couch&lt;br /&gt;You was really buggin&lt;br /&gt;So I told you to get out&lt;br /&gt;I had been misjudging you&lt;br /&gt;You had a lotta nerve, you&lt;br /&gt;Too damn old to be so immature&lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn&lt;br /&gt;You said I move to slow&lt;br /&gt;I showed you to the door&lt;br /&gt;You said you call me later&lt;br /&gt;I said don't call no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its cool if you can't wait for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you let me know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz you showed me your true face baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I said no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113686244241769681?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113686244241769681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113686244241769681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113686244241769681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113686244241769681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-said-yes-to-your-number-and-yes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113659892020879990</id><published>2006-01-07T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:11:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out, I'm a city person. Hahaha. Can't live in the country. Too quiet, too calm, too boring.&lt;br /&gt;I love the city. Okay, that's one of the good points about Spore. This place is a city itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping today, again. XD Yeah, SHOPPING! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At orchard.&lt;/span&gt; Then I might be going for the church prayer thingo. &lt;em&gt;Might. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. My dancing lessons are finished. No more hip-hop for me though. Hahaha, maybe till next time. When i'm 16. Now, I would go for the ballet classes. De-frost my muscles abit. They 'froze' up during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do straddle splits no more. )':&lt;br /&gt;I can't do a scorpion too.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs'. My coach is gonna kill me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I find myself talkative, so does my parents, and my friends, and my teacher. LOL. I always got reprimanded for talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;But at church, it's all different. I'm soo quiet, I can't believe that it's actually me. Me, being quiet, shutting-up for once? Hahaha. Impossible. Tried doing that during school. Can't seem too. Neither can I at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I have to stop blogging now. And get changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113659892020879990?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113659892020879990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113659892020879990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113659892020879990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113659892020879990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-found-out-im-city-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113653465452946636</id><published>2006-01-06T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:04:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I nearly died. Of boredom. History class was boring, math class was even more boring. My math teacher reminds me of Mrs. Fowl from Jimmy Neutron. Hahahaha. She has the same face. Same scrawny attitude. Almost same voice. 'Sighs'. My classmates so far are ok. Accept for this guy, who thinks he's so macho and cool. But actually, he walks, seats, stands like a girl. No no, more like a girl MODEL. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I adore my PE teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113653465452946636?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113653465452946636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113653465452946636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113653465452946636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113653465452946636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-nearly-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113635779109117777</id><published>2006-01-04T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:56:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am surprisingly, still alive. I used to think that I wouldn't like BMSS, but hey! I like it, alot. Guess I was too narrow minded. Met some new friends over these past few days. Most of them were from GESPS. Another HUGE surprise. Sorry for misjudging you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and the day before was more like games the whole day. Fun eh? Yes, I admit, I did enjoy myself. The boys in my class are SO SHORT. Hahahaha. They're like... just so, so short. If they stood next to a guy from Sec 3, they'll easily be mistaken as P4s. (No offence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school isn't that hated anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113635779109117777?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113635779109117777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113635779109117777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113635779109117777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113635779109117777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-surprisingly-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113620268780385742</id><published>2006-01-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:51:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting tomorrow! Yay, so excited. Hah, confused ey? One minute I was complaining about my school, and the next I'm actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhurhur. (Since one of my NYR is to be more positive...) Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;And, i've not bought my uniforms yet. Cause, I will be wearing my old one! Mmmhmm, the IJ Convant one! Urgh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be so totally embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's so darn hard to blog if your younger sister is reading behind your back, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went SHOPPING, again. Bought stuff that almost costs $200 altogether. They're BRANDED okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've went on 4 shopping sprees in two months! More than Eve's record. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Eve, what do you mean i'm dead? And Jesse too, whose heart? DO NOT REPLY ON MY TAGBOARD. Text me. Okay? Cause it might be a lil' too personal, if the situation is what I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO GONNA GET GOOD CHARLOTTE'S NEW CD ALBUM THAT WILL RELEASE SOMETIME THIS YEAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Can't wait for school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113620268780385742?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113620268780385742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113620268780385742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113620268780385742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113620268780385742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/schools-starting-tomorrow-yay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113610959085848266</id><published>2006-01-01T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:59:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go Nicole, Go Nicole, Uh-uh, Go Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;Go Coryn, Go Coryn, Go-go, Go Coryn! &lt;br /&gt;Whee. America's Next Top Model cycle 5 is the best. I think. Apart from cycle 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt so bored, that i'm blogging a second time. I want a Sony Ericsson Z520. It's so chic! Thank god that my contact is expiring this month, I can get a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;But, i'll still miss my old phone won't I? It's been with me for 2 whole years. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping now. But it's raining. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll head to Joshie's party. Yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113610959085848266?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113610959085848266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113610959085848266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113610959085848266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113610959085848266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-nicole-go-nicole-uh-uh-go-nicole-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113609042437379231</id><published>2006-01-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:40:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the 1st of January, 2006!&lt;br /&gt;I turn 14 in 3 months. Woah, 14.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after church, I went to wait for my lil' cousin till he's done with his soccer with his church-mates. Guess what? They were not playong soccer at all. They were playing kicking-the-ball-anyhow-not-caring-if-it'll-injure-anyone. 2 people did get injured anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I wasn't in the mood to wait for him. I kept nagging at him to go. LOL. Like my mum...&lt;br /&gt;I even shouted at him... Sorry for those who had the wrong impression that i'm always like that, i'm not. We finally left at around 9+. Late huh? Then we took a cab back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 10:50pm, we walked all the way to Safra to go bowling. Wow. The main entrance was locked. Cause there was this wild party going on. With DENISE KELLER! Omg. I wanted to join in, but firstly, it was way too smokey. Secondly, I had to pay $20. And thirdly, my parent's would murder me if i did. Cause they (the party people) were drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, which is around 1.10am, the party was still going on. This time, not as much people where there. But there were these 2 groups of people, dancing and enjoying themselves. Like I would, at parties. But then, I realised they were dancing and drinking at the same time. So, they wouldn't be sober enough to enjoy themselves. They might be high, but after that they might forget about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'll be going to school in 2 days time. This time, i'm not freaked out anymore. (It's the truth this time.) Because I have Jesus in my heart, and I believe that he'll watch over me and guide me. And if things go wrong, He'll be there to comfort me. And, he might have a wonderful plan for me somehow in going to BMSS.&lt;br /&gt;Jon's testimonial at church was really meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Hahahaha. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113609042437379231?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113609042437379231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113609042437379231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113609042437379231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113609042437379231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-1st-of-january-2006-i-turn-14-in-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113599567042637224</id><published>2005-12-31T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:21:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is New Year's Eve! Wowwie. Before I know it, I'll wake up into the year 2007!&lt;br /&gt;And my life as a 13 year old will soon 'upgrade' to 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12, I've always thought turning 14 would take forever. Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Being 13 wasn't exactly easy. And studying in a class that was full of classmates 1 year my junior wasn't that enjoyable either. They were always so squirmy about natural stuff, which I don't see why they should. And being part Eurasian, got me confused if my "friends" were really my friends, or just some wannabe who wants to be popular in a instant. Me being popular had it's ups and downs too.&lt;br /&gt;But when Olivia. C was seated beside me, that was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had Jesse though. But it was hell for me when he left for 2 months. Then Eve came along, and Jesse came back. We soon became really close. Then came Doug, then Evan. Now, we're this tight-knited group. I could go wild with them. I could have fun and just feel myself. Their company very much reminded me of when I was in Australia. We went for thousands of parties together, went shopping together (that is, Eve and me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a group of friends in church too. But I didn't really click well with some of them. It was just so different. I wasn't Miss Popular anymore, and I couldn't really be myself. I would be rather quiet and anti-social. So totally opposite of me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's time I warmed up to them. After all, it's been 2 whole years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113599567042637224?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113599567042637224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113599567042637224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113599567042637224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113599567042637224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-new-years-eve-wowwie.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113591480354156946</id><published>2005-12-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:19:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blogging is a form of expressing one's feelings. Like writing a journal (just that it's more readable.) Not talking to yourself. Hello? Blogging isn't talking to yourself. Whoever who thinks that blogging is like talking to yourself must be seriously disturbed. Like, get a life? If you don't like blogging, or whatever the case, you don't have to make things up and act as if you're so cool cos' "bloggers talk to themselves". Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, school seems alright. I'm not that freaked anymore. And it's 3 days away. I'm kinda excited, and nervous at the same time. Don't know what kind of people i'll meet. Hope that not all of them are lians and bengs. Eeek, imagine a class full of those people. I'm getting the goosbumps just thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm gonna eat my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A few hours later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Okay, that previous post of me not getting freaked out about school was a total lie.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I so, so, so, so, so, so totally am. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have no mood to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113591480354156946?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113591480354156946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113591480354156946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113591480354156946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113591480354156946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogging-is-form-of-expressing-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113582191574150123</id><published>2005-12-29T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:18:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! I'm TANNED!!! Eww. I'm about 2 shades darker. OHNO!&lt;br /&gt;Gross, gross, gross, gross. I'm not fair anymore. ): Now &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; can't call me &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; fair lady. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of FOTS outing to the beach. Don't get me wrong, it was totally fun. But the sun wasn't out till much later, so i thought i didn't have to put on sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mental note to self: Always put on sunblock when on the beach, even if it's raining.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam with Sarah. The water was too tempting. It was so clear that i could see the bottom of the water when the water's quite deep already. The rest basically... slacked on the shore. Some even did their homework... (like Grace) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Sakae Sushi. We were like "We'll have 2 of these, 3 of these, 5 of these..." Poor waiter. Than I had to gobble down the food ASAP, as there wasn't much place left on the table. Too much food. After that, I was soo full. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went shopping @ Harbourfront Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party was next! They were like saying I looked like a lobster. A really cute lobster. The party was soo fun. We danced, danced, danced. I couldn't really do the shoulder rub thing, cos mine were burnt... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still grouchy over my skin condition. I don't want a tan!!! Does anyone know if my tan would fade off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113582191574150123?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113582191574150123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113582191574150123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113582191574150123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113582191574150123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh-im-tanned-eww.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113565217396153467</id><published>2005-12-27T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:56:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL RE-OPENS IN 7 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a fan of Ashlee. But I think that this song is really how feel right now. I feel like all my efforts were wasted. It's like, I studied so hard for this? I even aced my chinese. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so, dissapointed... so, crushed. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going for The Ball anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let Me Cry; Ashlee Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why you need some reason to feel lost inside&lt;br /&gt;You, you know that I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm just the kind of girl that feels so hurt and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use excuses&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;So get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna help me, just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know a thing I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Know, by the look in my eye&lt;br /&gt;That I'm just fine but I might need you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use excuses&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;So get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna help me, just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use excuses&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;So get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna help me, just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day, I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day, I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day, I 'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day, I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me.... cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me cry, I'm crying, I'm breaking down.........&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking down just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use excuses&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;So get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna help me, just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use excuses&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;So get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Ya wanna help me, just let me cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113565217396153467?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113565217396153467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113565217396153467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113565217396153467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113565217396153467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/school-re-opens-in-7-days-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113559125077503479</id><published>2005-12-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:00:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the layout. Temporally.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. It's a lil' obscene?&lt;br /&gt;No harm done? Hurhur. Gitty-gizmos. I'm so freaking nevous about tmw.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so exposed. Nevermind. ____'ll protect me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113559125077503479?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113559125077503479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113559125077503479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113559125077503479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113559125077503479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113557002550239238</id><published>2005-12-26T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:22:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, just in a blink of an eye. AND SCHOOL RE-OPENS IN 8 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta calm down. God will always be there for me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is really getting on my nerves. Now, even her presence bugs me off. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I ____ her, so much. When would she ever grow up? Sheesh, she's 11 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please teach me to tolerate my sister better, and not say hurtful words to her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost about 2 hours thinking about my new year resolutions yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution: (in random order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more outspoken. (Suggested by my teacher)&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more positive.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put Him 1st, in everything I do. &lt;br /&gt;4. Eat healthier food, NO JUNKIES!&lt;br /&gt;5. Work out, if I do get tempted. (:&lt;br /&gt;6. IMPROVE ON MY GYMNASTICS.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stay single. (I know I broke your heart. But I'm not ready. Lets remain as friends, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;8. Not use cuss words, or as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;9. Not waste too much money.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be nicer to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;11. Try to forget about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (It's gonna be tough.)&lt;br /&gt;12. Concentrate more on studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup, that's my NYR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113557002550239238?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113557002550239238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113557002550239238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113557002550239238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113557002550239238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-over-just-in-blink-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113552238935393018</id><published>2005-12-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:53:09.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 MORE FREAKIN' DAYS TILL SCHOOL RE-OPENS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd. I'm so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;What if i got a boyfriend, and my results drop? I can't go to co-eds!&lt;br /&gt;Why is my life so unfair. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Eve, it's NOT a good thing okay? Unlike you, i don't go to school just to check-out guys. (Like who ever does that?!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, all i need to do is to trust in God, and let Him decide which school i should enroll in.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh. I think that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113552238935393018?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113552238935393018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113552238935393018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113552238935393018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113552238935393018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/9-more-freakin-days-till-school-re.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113543222780733366</id><published>2005-12-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:50:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is near!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not in the mood yet. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I totally not happy about the whole neighbourhood school thing. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo NOT going to survive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113543222780733366?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113543222780733366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113543222780733366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113543222780733366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113543222780733366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-near-but-im-still-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113531092108691515</id><published>2005-12-23T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:10:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a few hours later-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, okay? WHATEVER. I'm just so damn dissapointed. Sheesh, after a year of intensive studying for PSLE and where do i get? NO WHERE. Just no where.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I'm in Bukit Merah Sec. LIKE IS THAT SCHOOL  IN ANY OF MY CHOICES?! No! Gawd!&lt;br /&gt;I just placed my appeal to St Margs. HOPEFULLY THEY WON'T BE SO BLIND TO REJECT IT.&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that at least i'll be top in that school. LIKE I CARE. I just want to GET OUT OF THAT neighbourhood school. Not that neighbout hood schools are bad, just that MANY OF THE STUDENTS WHO REGISTERED IN BMSS ARE FROM &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gan Eng Seng Primary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh. Who cares anyway huh? Like MOE's gonna take pity on me and put me in SMSS. Stupid MOE. First, they downgraded me. Now what? I'm in a neighbourhood school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so not ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Maybe, God wants me there. It sounds stupid and insane, but seriously, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so confused right now. Giving something up wasn't always easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;It's me again down here. Don't wanna sound incincere. I'm lost, sometimes you're so unclear. What can I do? I'm feeling so far from you. Frustrated, irritated, disconnected from it all.&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world has pushed me to the wall. I surrender. To you i'm giving in. Come take me, save me, I want to start again. 'Cause I've reached the end and you are the way to begin. Only you can take me, only you can make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113531092108691515?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113531092108691515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113531092108691515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113531092108691515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113531092108691515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113497981582807374</id><published>2005-12-19T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:10:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHH. Tomorrow i'm leaving for Malaysia. Velocity is tomorrow. Why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried the dress and guess what? The dress does look a lil' skankish. Oh god, how could I be so blind? Ewww. I'm soo not wearing that. Like he said, I must learn to respect myself. Now, what? I spent my hard earned money on that slutty outfit. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 mins later-&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll have to wear it then. Eve, you'll have to come over and see me in it before we go to The Ball. Okay???&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness me. How how how? The Ball is only, 6 days away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 6 days, hah. Uh, sheesh, i'm already freaking when it is 1 week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse, stop teasing me. Yeah, yeah. It's TRUE. Okay? I do like ____ okay? The cat's out of the bag. So shutup.  And Eve, my dear, I know who your boyfriend is...!   XD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. It's SOOO obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113497981582807374?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113497981582807374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113497981582807374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113497981582807374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113497981582807374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113488168249397628</id><published>2005-12-18T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:54:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming. And so is "The Ball".&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have soo much fun! I even bought a new dress for the occasion. Eve (my 24/7 fashion police) said that it was "skanky". Pooofy. It's a party? Aren't you supposed to dress a lil' less at parties? And Doug (a.k.a doggy-woggy) is calling me names again. Gah, I spent almost all my savings on this dress.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I'm gonna wear it. That's my final decision.&lt;br /&gt;FULLSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve, I'll try to get the site done up ASAP. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people even read this? Like what is the purpose of having an online diary for everyone to read. Ironic huh? So, i've decided, to only type out 39.9% of my life in here. And the other 60.1% in my own diary. I would most likely blog about school, my friends and other minor stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout. I like the previous layout too. But, it's a bit of a nuisance. Yeah. I noticed that my appetite has been detiorating these few days.  Don't know why. Hope i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;OOOH, I'm going to watch TV now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113488168249397628?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113488168249397628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113488168249397628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113488168249397628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113488168249397628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113463156135393873</id><published>2005-12-15T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:26:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anticonformity; Krystal Meyers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;Pressure from my so-called friends&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;I'm measured by some stupid trend&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;It's all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm anticonformity&lt;br /&gt;I don't try too hard to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you think you see&lt;br /&gt;Inside I've made a change&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They conform&lt;br /&gt;Un-individuality&lt;br /&gt;They conform&lt;br /&gt;Forget about variety&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they conform&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what they believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They conform&lt;br /&gt;They conform&lt;br /&gt;They conform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm anticonformity&lt;br /&gt;I don't try too hard to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you think you see&lt;br /&gt;Inside I've made a change&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image is overrated if it washes off in the rain&lt;br /&gt;You know you gotta go deeper to go against the grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm anticonformity&lt;br /&gt;I don't try too hard to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you think you see&lt;br /&gt;Inside I've made a change&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113463156135393873?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113463156135393873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113463156135393873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113463156135393873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113463156135393873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/anticonformity-krystal-meyers-its-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113455522765748793</id><published>2005-12-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:13:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FOUND MY AUSSIE PHOTOS!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Gah, i'm getting emotional.&lt;br /&gt;After about a billion years of searching, I FOUND MY AUSSIE PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;Some of the precious ones are missing though. Cause when i went back to S'pore, i had an emotional breakdown and started tearing up photos of my friends in Melbourne. Yeah, so i was sent to councelling for that. Heh. Then my mom hid the remaining photos. AND I FINALLY FOUND IT! God, i'm crying. Okok, CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to get a photo album now.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113455522765748793?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113455522765748793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113455522765748793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113455522765748793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113455522765748793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-found-my-aussie-photos-gah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113453982840271134</id><published>2005-12-14T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:57:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. You get one wish of anything, what would you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;A never ending amount of wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What animal would you be?&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be a snake. Wonder what it's like to swollow food whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something you want to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Join a modelling agency. Or a dancing acadamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One time there were these Ninjas... (finish the statement):&lt;br /&gt;Who wern't really into fighting. So, instead of fighting, they did ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One song you could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;Bella Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you currently desire:&lt;br /&gt;To go on another shopping spee. And that money would just replenish itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's a "mastoid"? (Take a guess no peeking in a Dictionary):&lt;br /&gt;Something I don't know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One good deed you've done lately:&lt;br /&gt;Flicked off a huge red ant that was attacking my dog's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A funny Moment in your life:&lt;br /&gt;I was dared to go into the guy's toilet, wait at the door, and when someone enters, shout "BOO!". The poor chap shrieked la. Shrieked. Didn't know guys shriek. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is super spoilt. Urgh. I soo hate her. My chinese tuition is finally O-V-E-R! I'm like so elated. Went to Heeren to do some New Year shopping. Like almost every male I saw had spikey hair. Guys, what is with the spikey hair? I hate spikey hair. LOL. It's like so... spikey.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i would prefer a guy that has shaggy hair to a spiked up one. Yeeaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i do have a crush Eve, so STOP BUGGING ME! No matter how hard you try, i'm still not gonna tell. My heart is melting into goo. And Jesse, if you tell him, i'll tell HER. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113453982840271134?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113453982840271134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113453982840271134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113453982840271134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113453982840271134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113447733281766569</id><published>2005-12-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:35:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is just round the corner. I've made my x'mas wishlist already. Hahahahaa. Top of my list is the Sony Ericsson W800i phone. 'hinting...' :)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where i'll spend my Christmas. Maybe Siloso beach. Cause Orchard would be PACKED with people.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to give Velocity a miss... would be going overseas (to Malaysia). That's so unfair. I kept begging my parents, but you all know what "we will think about it" always means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ice-skating today. And got attacked by Maurice and my sis. Urgh, throwing snowballs at people isn't exactly nice. It hurts ok... Hahaha. And Maurice (if you're reading this) PUSHING AN ELDER COUSIN WHILE SHE'S SKATING IS NOT FUNNY. NEITHER IS SWINGING HER AROUND. Hahaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I was like bullied on the ring by two family members, younger than me. x)&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm so children-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, i bumped into the same guy twice. I was totally embarrassed. Hahaha. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i go watch TV now. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113447733281766569?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113447733281766569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113447733281766569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113447733281766569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113447733281766569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-just-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113437799026960333</id><published>2005-12-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:59:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my song. Ah-hah. Yeah, i know, this song's a lil' offensive. Oh ok... it's very offensive. So yeah, sorry if you're offended but uh, YOU CAN ALWAYS TURN DOWN THE SPEAKER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song though. Strong beats plus, i'm a HUGE fan of BEP. Not really that keen on the lyrics though. If you know what i mean. Argh! Why oh why must Bep's concert be 2 weeks before PSLE? And Backstreet Boys' be after? Life's so unfair. I'm blaming MOE. Why must they downgrade me? If i wans't downgraded, than i would have taken PSLE last year. Then i could've gone to BEP's concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to come to this stuck-up island called Singapore anyways. Not that I totally loath it. It has like shopping centres all over the place, and really really cheap food.&lt;br /&gt;But I still hate it. &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run back. Or swim, for that matter. I miss my friends so much. Have been since the very day I landed in S'pore. (3 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;But on the otherside, I always have my bestest and oldest friend, Jesse with me. Along with Eve, Doug, Evan, Cherry, Daryl and Cherlene. Yes you oddball, your name's in.&lt;br /&gt;So Cherlene, if you're reading this, just wanna let you know that you're the only friend from school that's made it in my "Special Book of Besties and Enemies". But you know where you stand right...? Not in the "Enemies" section.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the rest, I might have seemed to like y'all alot, but guess what? It's either that I don't or you just don't qualify.  &lt;br /&gt;So boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really mean today. Heck, I don't even care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113437799026960333?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113437799026960333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113437799026960333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113437799026960333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113437799026960333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-changed-my-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113422708528130122</id><published>2005-12-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:23:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je t'aime, Je t'adore Jesse. As a friend, though.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there for me so many times. Advices in the choices i make, plenty of patience, and having to tolerate me when i'm all PMS-y. I'm really grateful for such a precious and dear friend like you. LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. My com's been repaired! YAY! Just when i'm supposed to sleep... SIGHS. Oh wellsie.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The next day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i'm re-using this post. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right! Yesterday, when i was on my way to church in the LRT, there was this Caucasian guy, about 14 or 15, he sat next to me. And guess what? He had PAINTED HIS NAILS BLACK. EWW. We spent 5 mins gaping at each other's nails. Hahahha, and this old man and his wife were like staring at us, like as if we were too young to be a couple. Basically, in disgust. Then suddenly we were the main attraction of the whole LRT.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was about it. With exception of us exchanging emails, yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... I really hope i can get in St Margs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113422708528130122?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113422708528130122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113422708528130122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113422708528130122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113422708528130122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/je-taime-je-tadore-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113395301548933581</id><published>2005-12-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:56:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T-E-E-N  T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS, LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Catchy song. It's stuck in my head now. Opps, yeah, reveal all. I watch Teen Titans. Like so what? It's a nice show.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Justice League too. And The Batman. Cool cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;OK,&lt;br /&gt;Vivian is acting all-childish. She (can you believe it) BLOCKED ME. Like OHMYGOSH. That isn't the way to end arguements.&lt;br /&gt;My family's back, gotta eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113395301548933581?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113395301548933581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113395301548933581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113395301548933581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113395301548933581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/t-e-e-n-t-i-t-n-s-teen-titans-lets-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113385261250587104</id><published>2005-12-06T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:03:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out that my sister is an (GASPS) avatar thief! Like Oh My Gawd. Isn't that so shameful. She has zero originality. And on top of that, she's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? She just called me an idiot. HER HEAD IS SO DAMN BIG. BIG-HEADED MONSTER. She thinks that she can sing so well but the sad truth is, she screeches like a parrot. Urgh, she's singing again. Or should i say, screeching again. I hate her so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113385261250587104?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113385261250587104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113385261250587104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113385261250587104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113385261250587104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-found-out-that-my-sister-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113374872367096164</id><published>2005-12-05T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:12:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Misfitted judgement? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you're still angry at me about your site, i really didn't take the chat thingy away. And other than posting, that's the only thing i did when i went into your acc. Really. You've got to believe me. We've been through 8 years of friendship, and i've always thought it was based on trust. Okok, i'm at fault too, for hacking into your acc. Sorry ok? Sorry. Can we like speak to each other already? I'm tired of playing silent games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I'm so not in the mood to blog any further.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113374872367096164?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113374872367096164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113374872367096164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113374872367096164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113374872367096164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/misfitted-judgement-i-dont-think-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113353146057842396</id><published>2005-12-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:51:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid flu</title><content type='html'>Urgh. I've got the freaking flu.&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing but sneezing, coughing, sleeping all day. And watching tv, and reading. MAN. This is the most pathatically boringest period of my life. And i thought i'll be a free woman after PSLE. Cheat my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, cooped up in my stupid (but cosy) home. Doin' nothing but watching tv and reading all day. I need to go out. Maybe tmw, if i'm well enough, i'll go jogging with my darling. To maybe sentosa. Or Safra... but they don't allow pets, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. My sis is so desperate to use the computer. It's gonna be 'her turn' in approx 10 mins. She's like... walking thru and fro counting down i suppose. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my template. Nice? Hahahaha. I think i'll stop tourmenting my sis now. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113353146057842396?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113353146057842396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113353146057842396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113353146057842396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113353146057842396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-flu.html' title='Stupid flu'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113335770854266797</id><published>2005-11-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:35:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK-YOU</title><content type='html'>YEAH, I'M FINALLY ON THE INTERNET! WOOHOO. See what a whole month of non-internet-always-cooped-at-home-watching-dvds-i-had-already-watched-like-a-gazillian-times period did to me? Hahahaha. But seriousy, I AM FINALLY ABLE TO GO ON THE NET. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psle results:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna reveal the actual marks to you (whoever who is reading this) but it's somewhere between 220-249.&lt;br /&gt;quite satisfied with my results. but i could have done better if not for a teenie weenie careless misake. U.R.G.H. Hm, just really hope i can get into the school of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;(I know i'm repeating this topic. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, dinner and dance:&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC. Hotel was so nice. Like i had an executive suit. And the next day i had an executive breakfast buffet. Like that was so cool. It was this private buffet. And the mini "restaurant" had this fire place.  And Maurice and i stole some honey... those in the mini jar. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and dance party was super fab. I got dressed up. Wore a black tube top, with a ruffle-y orange mini. Had my hair done, had make up on, and viola! I became a party-chick in just  hours. LOL. But when we reached the ballroom, my cousin and i were like "Oh no, we're too over-dressed" The people there mainly dressed in black. And had jeans on. Like HELLO? The theme was TV dinner! Not a funeral. I was supposedly a night-clubber, my cousin was a news reporter, my sis was ah-soh, Maurice was... eh, no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Then when it ended like around 11, my cousin and i went to far east plaza's 7eleven to get... uh... dandruff shampoo, but they did not sell. 7eleven, it's a store and more- NO MORE... My gosh. I could feel eyes on me and my cousin. Oh no. Haha. We quickly ran to the car.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns, i'm sleepy. I think i'll blog more tmw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113335770854266797?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113335770854266797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113335770854266797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113335770854266797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113335770854266797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you.html' title='THANK-YOU'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113289620302459093</id><published>2005-11-25T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:23:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE results.</title><content type='html'>I'M SO HAPPY. I am so contented with my result. But i should have worked harder, get a wee more points. But the bad thing is,  i'm not sure if i can get in to SMSS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. St Margarets&lt;br /&gt;2. Chij Katong Convent&lt;br /&gt;3. Chij St Joseph's Convent&lt;br /&gt;4. St Anthony's Conossian&lt;br /&gt;5. St Hilda's&lt;br /&gt;6. Chij St Theresa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I even included STC in the list. I'm not sure myself. I don't wish to just give up on Gymnastics. I love gym.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i'm too lazy to blog down what happened on the 2, 3 and 4 night. Hahaha. Go see Rachel's blog. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I'm gonna go to a Dinner and Dance. Cool. It'll be similar to prom. DOUBLE COOL. Can't wait. Gonna dress up; nice clothes, makeup, hairdo. Whee. XD&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;It's Ladies' night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113289620302459093?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113289620302459093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113289620302459093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113289620302459093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113289620302459093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/psle-results.html' title='PSLE results.'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113271853375149400</id><published>2005-11-23T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:02:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T CHAT ANYMORE!</title><content type='html'>I can't chat anymore on msn. For now. URGH. And i can't go on friendster. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go online. ARGH. I'll be a social outcast by tmw. HAHHAHAHA. How dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from church camp. So tiring. I woke up like... at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church. Uh, was grouped. My group was CAVALIER. As in Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. WAHHA. My darling's breed. =)&lt;br /&gt;Our leaders were Rachel and IanT. Hahaha. And our group consists of myself (DUH), Cheryl, Shirley, Rachel, Debbie, IanT, IanA, Teck Liang, David, Wee Sern, Jerome.  I was like, Yay. At least there's Cheryl in my group. Same WG. Then we had to plan a flag design. Shirley did most of the drawings. Woah- she's a good artist. Our design was an apple (cos' of Isaac Newton where he discovered gravity when an apple fell on his head.) and a sword peircing into it. Don't know what the sword's purpose was... but Teck Liang was like suggesting that the apple meant sin, and the sword meant the Sword of the Spirit killing it... something like that.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to sentosa after.&lt;br /&gt;At sentosa, we did up our flag. Must say it turned up quite well. &lt;br /&gt;We played captain's ball. In the field. The ball was actually water ballons. Like it's possible to catch it w/o bursting it. Balloons burst after the other... so we had to play with a deflated soccer ball instead. Our team kept losing. Exept for some ties. Teck Liang was quite a good captain. Kept catching the ball. Heh. Oh yeah, the games comm were throwing water bombs at us. If we caught them, our team would have an additional point. Well, soon, the field got muddy, and my feet got muddy. Eww. So, i volounteered to be captain. Surprise. I did not know i could actually catch the ball. I was prepared to like not catch any. I did miss some though. And then this guy... from Cavalier kept cheering us on, like "good job!".&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we were all tired and dehydrated. Went back to the campsite to wash up. After that we had dinner. Forgot what i ate...  Anyways, after that was a Night Pilgrimage. And we had to do a trust walk thing... It was quite... eh... tiring. &lt;br /&gt;After that we had our supper and we slept. But Rachel was sleeping on the top bunk. I was like afraid it might give way and she'll end up squashing me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll continue with Day 2 and Day 3 and Day 4 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL PISSED THAT I CAN'T USE MSN! NOR FRIENDSTER!!!! HECK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113271853375149400?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113271853375149400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113271853375149400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113271853375149400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113271853375149400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-chat-anymore.html' title='I CAN&apos;T CHAT ANYMORE!'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113229614581840184</id><published>2005-11-18T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:42:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted.</title><content type='html'>As some of you might notice, i deleted some of my posts to prevent certain people from getting hurt. Sorry. It was a harsh one. I guess it's meant for my eyes only.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of school. Last day in CHIJ Kellock Convent. I admit, i did have some fond memories. I would miss my classmates. And some of the teachers. But not my form teacher... i would proberbly see her every Sat in dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my ears!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmw is church camp. Yippie. At sentosa too! My beloved island. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa, mummy's coming home! HAHAHHA. I remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I have not packed yet. I think i'll pack it all into a mini luggage. Packing them in smaler bags would be silly. Too many bags, and too heavy. Oh weels, i guess i should be packing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113229614581840184?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113229614581840184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113229614581840184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113229614581840184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113229614581840184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/deleted.html' title='Deleted.'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113189159889471510</id><published>2005-11-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:19:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>My computer is finally working! The internet is finally working! Whoopeedoos!&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I realised that i can't live without the internet for 3 days. Even during the PSLE period, i went on during recess.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at about 1pm i went to dance class; hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i saw? My teacher, Mrs Kuan a.k.a Mad Kow. OMG. She was taking the same class. Typical me ran straight to the bathroom with amanda. I had a breather or two and went out. Then we changed class, still hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE hip-hop. It's WAY better than street jazz. Its alot funner, more stress-relieving, simple yet complicated and it's oh-so-hip-hoppin' Street Jazz is tough. Maybe its because street jazz is a mix of hip-hop, jazz and ballet. So, i have to master hip-hop, jazz and ballet first to master street jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't i think of that?&lt;br /&gt;The class was superbly fun. The instructor was so, uh-hms, hot.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't notice i was staring at him through the mirror throughout the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;I love mirrors. =) But, sadly, i'll miss him for a week. Next Sat i would be going for camp @ sentosa! Ok, i'm sidetracking. I'll type on sentosa later.&lt;br /&gt;Now back to dance. Ok, after the class, i went to peek at how my teacher was dancing. Get it? doing, dancing...? She was sweating like as is she was in a desert. The studio was AIR-CONDITIONED.&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady who wore a shirt small enough to fit a 3 year old girl. She was un-decently exposing herself. But she has a nice stomach though. She has a navel ring too. As the saying goes, "if you got it, flaunt it". I want her abs too!&lt;br /&gt;The instructor is seriously hot. Love his biceps.&lt;br /&gt;EARTH TO HANNAH, EARTH TO HANNAH.&lt;br /&gt;C U T !&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH. I have to stop torturing myself. He won't marry me. Boohoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa. Right, sentosa. I can't wait for this camp. Why? Because it's at sentosa!!! And because it's a church camp. I love church camps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading an emotional book. And the emotioness is rubbing onto me.&lt;br /&gt;The book is titled: "Target" by Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson. Its about a guy who got raped by guys when he was 16. Sad story. He became anexoric after and he wouldn't communicate with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I'm tearing.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll type more tmw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113189159889471510?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113189159889471510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113189159889471510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113189159889471510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113189159889471510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113161439918512909</id><published>2005-11-10T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:19:59.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Average day.</title><content type='html'>Average day today. Very average.&lt;br /&gt;Now that PSLE's over, i have nothing to do. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. So bored.&lt;br /&gt;Slacking's not fun. I need homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in class?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Olivia wanted to throw her snake to me, but it got caught in the fan and was sliced into half. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda still doesn't know what SG is. Ignorent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, nothing much happened at school either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113161439918512909?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113161439918512909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113161439918512909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113161439918512909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113161439918512909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/average-day.html' title='Average day.'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113153547012858315</id><published>2005-11-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:01:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phunk studio</title><content type='html'>OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, OOOH!&lt;br /&gt;The Phunk Studio exhibition i went to today was... SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didn't know about it until i went for this incredibly lame field trip- to the History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and i were practically squeeling at every display. Every single one. We were like &lt;em&gt;"Oooh. look at this!" "this place is the best place i've ever went to!" "i am so in love with this place!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artworks were fabulous. Rebellious, but funky.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there oogling at the artworks for about 15 mins. Cos we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to Gym classes. Vanessa, Nicole, Iniki and I were the only "faithful" P6s who were present. We had lots of fun. Hohoho, we did stuff like trying to do splits on the balancing beam to digging a humongous hole in the foam pit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went to the National Library to uh, borrow books... duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, i know you'll think i'm boy-crazy after reading the following sentances. (but i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I SAW AN EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY &lt;strong&gt;CUTE HOTTIE&lt;/strong&gt; ON MY WAY BACK FROM THE LIB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's calling me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'll type more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, where was i? Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking from 7eleven drinking mocha. Then the EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY, EXTREMLY CUTE HOTTIE walked past me and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMILED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I chocked on my mocha and my face flushed. Sometimes i wish i could just vanish into thin air. But than again, he s m i l e d at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113153547012858315?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113153547012858315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113153547012858315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113153547012858315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113153547012858315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/phunk-studio.html' title='Phunk studio'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113135825230406733</id><published>2005-11-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:10:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Nov</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this blogger thing is getting on my nerves. I just typed in about the whole of yesterday, and this is what happens: It suddenly refreshes itself. And, all that i typed vinishes into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so freakin' pissed." Quoted from cherlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall re-type it again.&lt;br /&gt;(Fast forward.)&lt;br /&gt;I went to the PAYM Asian Xcursion Tournament yesterday, saw Taufic Batisah. Saw many cute guys there, although the crowd was pathatic. Was blowned away by the B-boy battle. Taiwan won. No surprise.&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed to Plaza Sing, bought a shirt and a jacket from Samuel &amp; Kelvin, walked for about 3 km or more, went back home. Watched Daredevil. Glad Bull's Eye did not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113135825230406733?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113135825230406733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113135825230406733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113135825230406733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113135825230406733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/7-nov.html' title='7 Nov'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113108929585782150</id><published>2005-11-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:08:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Nov.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun! Watched Sky High with Liyana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky High was an average show. Something like the X-men, Harry Potter mixed together. I still watched it though.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Steven Strait (Warren Peace) !!! OMG, he's super hot.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yes, i'm naiive.&lt;br /&gt;That's the same for Lost- Ian Somerhalder (Boone), Josh Holloway (Sawyer)&lt;br /&gt;and Survivor- Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else?&lt;br /&gt;Steven Strait is still very very goodlooking, so is Ian Somerhalder, Josh Holloway and Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THAT BOONE HAD TO DIE IN LOST. Why? Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, STOP&lt;br /&gt;Enough of me drooling over guys that are way too old for me.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to IJ STC's open house. I didn't like it, uh-uh, not at all. I didn't like my student councellors. They were so mean. Most of my time there was spent gasping at "guys" in STC's school uni. I really don't get it. Why dress and act like a boy, when God made you a girl?&lt;br /&gt;EEKS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm homo-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i saw this on Eunice's webbie. So since i have nothing else to do than think about marrying the 4 hottest guys alive (to me) i'll shall fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold if true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I'm obsessed with new things.&lt;br /&gt;03. I'm the youngest child.&lt;br /&gt;04. I am a shopoholic.&lt;br /&gt;05. I love my gauged ears.&lt;br /&gt;06. I love wearing a lot of black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;07. I love Daquiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. I love the weekends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. I can't live without lipgloss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. I can't live without music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I lived in Tahoe.&lt;br /&gt;12. I spend money I have.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'll be in college for over 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. I love designer handbags (Coach, Burberry, Louis Vuitton)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I get annoyed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I eventually want kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like the Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. I have more than a couple horrible memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm addicted to Degrassi/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I am a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. My first kiss was unexpected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I start school on Jan 4th or 5th.&lt;br /&gt;23. I love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;24. I hate girls who are fake. (I don't hate em' i detest them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. I can be mean when I want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My dreams are bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;28. I have way too many pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;29. I've seen "She's All That" at least 50 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. I dress how I feel that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I love Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;32. Sometimes I cry for almost no reason.&lt;br /&gt;33. I hate when people are ridiculously late.&lt;br /&gt;34. I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;35. Winter is my least favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;36. I have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. I love to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I wish I were smarter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I am the hottest guy.&lt;br /&gt;40. I have a lot of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. No one knows my full story of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. I sometimes fight with my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. I love the beach!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I have had the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I'm excited for the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I can't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. I can't wait till New Year's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I love the show 'Rich Girls'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. I love my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Christmas is my favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;52. I can be very insecure sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;53. I have had a broken bone.&lt;br /&gt;54. I hate ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. I love my laptop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I love guys that play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. I state the obvious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I'm a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. I love to dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. I love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;61. I hate cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. I tend to get jealous very easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I like to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;64. I love John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. I hate when I see animals/people getting hurt/abused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I'm a vegetarian/vegan/don't eat beef.&lt;br /&gt;67. I don't like to study for tests.&lt;br /&gt;68. I love Play-Doh.&lt;br /&gt;69. I am too forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;70. I have a good sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. I like high school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. I have a talent of sweet talking my way out of things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I don't drink enough to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;74. I love kisses on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;75. I love the color blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. I don't sew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I am not addicted to drugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I love the Olsen twins.&lt;br /&gt;79. I'm gonna try out for the softball team.&lt;br /&gt;80. I become stressed easily.&lt;br /&gt;81. I hate liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. I like comfy sweatpants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Bam Margera is AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;84. I love the smell of fresh laundry.&lt;br /&gt;85. I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. I don't mind getting shots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I am a perfectionist when it comes to certain things.&lt;br /&gt;88. I always wanted to learn to play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. I hate the feeling of failure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. I am still a virgin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. I would love to have my own fashion line.&lt;br /&gt;92. I can be quite selfish.&lt;br /&gt;93. I still act like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;94. Above all, I despise dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;95. I can stay on the computer forever.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I loVe music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I wish I was more motivated when it comes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. I love getting stuff in the mail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. I have problems letting go of people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. I hate the feeling of being alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am tall&lt;br /&gt;[x] am in between&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am short&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am a blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am redheaded&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am a brunette&lt;br /&gt;[x] have black hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;[x] have brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have green eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have grey eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] and wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] and wear contacts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have braces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have freckles&lt;br /&gt;[x] have piercings&lt;br /&gt;[x ] have a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have long hair&lt;br /&gt;[ x] have short hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have mid-length hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nationality includes:&lt;br /&gt;[x] chinese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] indian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] taiwanese&lt;br /&gt;[x] japanese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hispanic&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nicoya&lt;br /&gt;[ ] puerto rican&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chicana&lt;br /&gt;[ ] italian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] scottish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] filipino&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dutch&lt;br /&gt;[ ] french&lt;br /&gt;[ ] german&lt;br /&gt;[ ] irish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] greek&lt;br /&gt;[ ] portuguese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] polish&lt;br /&gt;[x] korean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jamaican&lt;br /&gt;[ ] canadian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lithuanian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] native american&lt;br /&gt;[ ] russian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] british&lt;br /&gt;[ ] danish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] african&lt;br /&gt;[ ] scandanavian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] armenian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] finnish&lt;br /&gt;[x ] other- Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite colour(s) is/are:&lt;br /&gt;[x] red&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] yellow&lt;br /&gt;[x] black&lt;br /&gt;[x] green&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blue&lt;br /&gt;[x] white&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silver&lt;br /&gt;[x ] purple&lt;br /&gt;[x] brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've done/played include:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soccer&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;[x] dancing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] field hockey&lt;br /&gt;[x] hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] football&lt;br /&gt;[x] softball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wrestling&lt;br /&gt;[x] gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[x] track/cross country&lt;br /&gt;[ ] basketball&lt;br /&gt;[x] baseball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] golf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] playing in the mud&lt;br /&gt;[x] playing music&lt;br /&gt;[x] hiking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kayaking&lt;br /&gt;[x] camping&lt;br /&gt;[x] horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;[ ] marching band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes:&lt;br /&gt;[x] annoying&lt;br /&gt;[x] talkative&lt;br /&gt;[x] shy&lt;br /&gt;[x] funny&lt;br /&gt;[x] serious&lt;br /&gt;[x] bubbly&lt;br /&gt;[x] spazzy&lt;br /&gt;[x] fun-loving&lt;br /&gt;[x] laid back&lt;br /&gt;[x] strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[x] weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like _____&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rap&lt;br /&gt;[x] rock&lt;br /&gt;[x] pop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] country&lt;br /&gt;[x ] hip hop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] r&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;[ ] slow jams&lt;br /&gt;[x] Christian&lt;br /&gt;[x] classical&lt;br /&gt;[ ] techno&lt;br /&gt;[x] oldies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the 80s&lt;br /&gt;[x] punk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Metal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reggae&lt;br /&gt;[x] Goth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Latin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 90's Grunge&lt;br /&gt;[x] musicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet(s) I have is/are a:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cat&lt;br /&gt;[x] dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lizard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ferret&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rabbit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bird&lt;br /&gt;[ ] other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes I like to wear are:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] plain t shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;[x] stockings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] high heels&lt;br /&gt;[ x boots&lt;br /&gt;[x] sneakers&lt;br /&gt;[x] jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] pj pants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] boxers&lt;br /&gt;[x] underwear&lt;br /&gt;[x] dresses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;[x] long skirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watches&lt;br /&gt;[x] necklace&lt;br /&gt;[x] hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] toe socks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[x] halter tops&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stilletos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shorts&lt;br /&gt;[x] sleeveless shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to wear my hair (in a):&lt;br /&gt;[x] down&lt;br /&gt;[x] ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pigtails&lt;br /&gt;[x] messy bun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] half ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[x] scrunched/curly&lt;br /&gt;[x] bun&lt;br /&gt;[x] crimped&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with a bandana&lt;br /&gt;[x] French braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lots of little braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gel&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] messy hot guy hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sex hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fauxhawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly labelled as: (I asked Jesse and Eve)&lt;br /&gt;[x] goth- when i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] prep&lt;br /&gt;[x] punk- most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hippie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nerd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ditzy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] happy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] everything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate labels!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I'm just me!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dessert every night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no meat&lt;br /&gt;[x] diet stuff&lt;br /&gt;[x] healthy foods&lt;br /&gt;[ ] junk foods&lt;br /&gt;[ ] a lot of carbs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lots of meat&lt;br /&gt;[x] salad&lt;br /&gt;[x] seafood&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical friday night:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mall with your friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] partying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watching movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] going to the club&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] babysitting&lt;br /&gt;[x] hanging out w/ my friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hanging out w/ your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] working while your friends are out having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] single and loving it&lt;br /&gt;[x] crushing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] single and looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] just broke upI'm just single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online, I use:&lt;br /&gt;[x] lol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sup&lt;br /&gt;[x] =D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lmao&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stfu&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ty&lt;br /&gt;[x] j/k&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ttyl&lt;br /&gt;[x] g2g&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ^^&lt;br /&gt;[ ] T_T&lt;br /&gt;[ ] x_x&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[x] o.o&lt;br /&gt;[ ] x3&lt;br /&gt;[ ] "LOLZOHEMGEE"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] knai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;[x] been kissed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lied to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dyed my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;[x] kissed a girl on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;[x] lied to my parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] cried in front of lots of people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] went bare foot in the snow&lt;br /&gt;[x] played hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made my own clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 24 hours, I:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got in a fight&lt;br /&gt;[x] took a shower&lt;br /&gt;[x] gave a dirty look to someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cried&lt;br /&gt;[x] went to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopped&lt;br /&gt;[ ] danced&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got sick&lt;br /&gt;[x] did something I regret&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ate something gross&lt;br /&gt;[x] discovered something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school I:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] run to class because I'm always late&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hide in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] act smart&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am hyper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am a nerd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] am in band&lt;br /&gt;[x] am very popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in my pjs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drinking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] listening to music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] IMing someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] eating&lt;br /&gt;[x] finishing this survey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113108929585782150?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113108929585782150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113108929585782150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113108929585782150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113108929585782150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/11/4th-nov.html' title='4th Nov.'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113065975120619433</id><published>2005-10-30T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:09:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, i dreamt about things that made me cry. But the strange thing is, when i woke up, i found myself crying for real. After much thinking, i realised that those things that i dreamt about were what i feared most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st night:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that i got really low marks for PSLE, i don't remember how much exactly, but it really crushed me. Then i went to my room and cried my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;-I awoke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd night:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that i ran away to Mel. Then suddenly i found myself in this transparent room made out of glass. I saw my Aus friends, but somehow they couldn't see me. I tried shouting out their names, but they somehow couldn't hear me. Then my best friend looked through me like i was not there at all. I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;-I awoke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd night: &lt;br /&gt;My dog ran away to the roadside. I ran after him to only see him being rolled over by a red car. Then he was rolled over again and again by numourous of other cars. I could see that he was in so much pain, but i couldn't help him. Suddenly all the cars vanished and i was left with my dog, all covered in blood in this dark place. I remembered hugging him tightly and crying. My shirt was stained with blood. I could hear his wheezing. Then he stopped breathing.&lt;br /&gt;-I awoke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113065975120619433?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113065975120619433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113065975120619433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113065975120619433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113065975120619433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-weeks-ago-i-dreamt-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113059513847212393</id><published>2005-10-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:12:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from the M'sia field trip! Guess what time I woke up today? 1.10pm and I slept at 11pm. Lets see, that's 14hrs and 10mins of sleeping. WOAH. World record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of M'sia trip:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.50am, reached school at 6.30. Then went on the coach to M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;Travelled in the bus to Malacca. Visited a Mueseum there and ate at a local Nonya restaurent. After that I went back to the bus, visited Selangor city- the place where the Prime Minister stays. The place was so high-tech, even their  traffic lights were better than Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked in our hotel. The hotel room was better than expected- thankfully. My roomie was Brenda. What was the first thing we did? We jumped like crazy on the bed. HAHAHA. Than we visited our friend's room, cause they coulden't come over as they got accidently locked out of their room. SILLY. Than we odered room service- chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue with Day 2 and 3 another time. Yawns. I'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113059513847212393?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113059513847212393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113059513847212393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113059513847212393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113059513847212393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-came-back-from-msia-field-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-113024362757366891</id><published>2005-10-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:33:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this at this webby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the name &lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/cfm/nr_doorway-brief.htm"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; creates the urge to understand and help others, we stress that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, and tension or accidents to the head.&lt;br /&gt;The name of &lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/cfm/nr_doorway-brief.htm"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; creates a friendly, sociable, charming nature, but causes you to be too easily influenced by others. While you find it easy to meet and mix, and can appear agreeable and compromising in conversation, you can become unbending and forceful if pressed too far. Others learn that you cannot be told what to do and you seldom change your mind once it is made up. You prefer situations that allow a degree of independence, but are reluctant to take on a demanding work-load or responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, hahha. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCHYOUCH. Yesterday i had my immus. It was soo soo toturing. Ouchy, it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, yippee, its over and done with.&lt;br /&gt; Tmw i'm headed for KL. WOOHOO! I'll be bunking in with Cher and Blender. (Cherlene and Brenda)&lt;br /&gt;It'll be so fun hah.&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, i just found out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm part Korean, part Japanese, part European, part Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. That explains why i don't look local. Double wow. X))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sheesh. I had a row with my sis today. NOT GOOD. I'm never ever gonna talk to her ever ever again. FULLSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know, i'm PETTY. &lt;br /&gt;3 days of no-sis-holiday should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-113024362757366891?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/113024362757366891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=113024362757366891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113024362757366891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/113024362757366891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/found-this-at-this-webby-although-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112989674451022038</id><published>2005-10-21T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:15:56.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/1600/teeheec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/320/teeheec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired...Evan, Me, Jesse sharing the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/320/teeheeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Evan trying to escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/1600/teeheea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/320/teeheea1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan and Doug having their noodle fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/1600/teehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7543/797/320/teehee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still fighting? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okays, thats all the pics i got from the sleepover. HAH. cool. Anyways, where's Eve in the pic?! Well, she deleted them. HUMPH. Oh yeahs, if you can't see the pics, click on them. They somehow automatically went transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112989674451022038?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112989674451022038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112989674451022038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112989674451022038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112989674451022038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112978064011395453</id><published>2005-10-20T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:21:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun. At about 3.30 we (jesse, eve, doug, evan and myself) yes, Evan- we are finally talking to each other, went to the skate park. Then Eve and i painted our nails some freak colour- BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;The guys went hysterical. It isn't that bad... is it?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;after about a million years of laughing their (the guys) asses off, we skated till about 5. Then we went to Jesse's place to sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked half our dinner...which is over-cooked veggies. The other half was pizza cos we gave up on cooking. We watched flashdance and ate like... one whole tub of rum and raisin ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we got abit drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Doug got carried away though, he was stripping his shirt off and moaning like a lunatic. LOL. Jesse and Evan had to carry him to the pool and dump him there. (I video-camed the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;Eve and i were like... laughing till our faces were red. Thats when the "pool fight" began. Doug got out of the pool and lifted Eve up and dunked her inside. Well aperantly, someone pushed me into the pool. Before i knew it, we were all in the pool splashing water till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all washed up and slept like babies. I woke up at about 3pm, to find that Eve was cuddling, CUDDLING up wih Doug. No surprise. I woke her up and we gave the guys a french manicure. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke, to my horror, snuggling up Evan- which i thought LIKE HOW DID I GET THERE?!&lt;br /&gt;He is such a drooler. EW. But then again, he's my SG ;)&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the guys are doing anything from earasing to scraping to get their french manicure off. HAHAH. The nail polish remover is just in front of them. HAHAH. Guys will be guys.&lt;br /&gt;I better go show them the PROPER way to remove their nail paints before they commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112978064011395453?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112978064011395453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112978064011395453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112978064011395453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112978064011395453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112960798809684416</id><published>2005-10-18T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:47:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm really sorry. I really am, so, please at least talk to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Later on, my mum's gonna take me to the schools of my choice. By bus. We don't have a car anymore. HAIS. Yesterday, i spent 55 mins exact in bus 61, from my aunt's house to my house. I was like snoring away. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;What a short short post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-about 8 hrs later...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. my legs are killing me. I took a bus to St Margs first. Not bad, not bad at all. My mum was like, "lets go to the canteen, see if their food is nice anort."&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. Then, i took a bus back home, than took another bus to Fairfield Methodist.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS again. My legs really hurt. Oh wells, i'll have nice calves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION:&lt;br /&gt;Who is interested to go to the  PAYM Asian Xcursion Tournament with me? You can witness competitors' battling for top place and top cash prize in Wakeboard (Xpression Session &amp; Asian Wakeboard Pro Tour), Skateboard, Agressive Inline Skating, Breakdancing and Flatland BMX.&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;It is on 5 &amp; 6 November 2005 9am – 6pm @ Marina Promenade.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are interested, please email me.&lt;br /&gt;For more info: &lt;a href="http://www.asianxcursion.com/xtournament.html"&gt;http://www.asianxcursion.com/xtournament.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112960798809684416?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112960798809684416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112960798809684416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112960798809684416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112960798809684416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112934422397299768</id><published>2005-10-15T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:43:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygawd.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;What just happened? This is all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't mean to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.  I shouldn't have slapped you. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You are not a man-whore. Ok? You are not a coyote either. And you are not a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Those words just came out of my mouth. I didn't think. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I was shocked and i wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;I know, i shattered your heart into a million pieces. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least let me mend it back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112934422397299768?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112934422397299768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112934422397299768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112934422397299768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112934422397299768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohmygawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112911429014904833</id><published>2005-10-12T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:51:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How bout' a change for a start?&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiting ballet.&lt;br /&gt;2 years of Grade 6 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up hip hop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;today was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;instead of lessons, we had a talk about stuff by this guy from SJI and this lady from IJTP.&lt;br /&gt;it was about our family. we all ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. it hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;i did not know my friend's parents were divorced, till now.&lt;br /&gt;she was crying really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmw would be about friends. OH NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112911429014904833?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112911429014904833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112911429014904833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112911429014904833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112911429014904833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-bout-change-for-start-im-quiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112899964894583882</id><published>2005-10-11T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:55:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Dukes of Hazzard was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;then i went with Cher, Viv and Aman to take neos, and shop.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at Mos Burgar. yummilicious.&lt;br /&gt;VIV's at my house now. She slept over =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE! i'm crankin'&lt;br /&gt;HAH. nah, i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no i am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PSLE IS OVER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's party time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am re-joining Dance Arts too! whee!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i would survive without ballet.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, i survived about, 5 months of no-ballet-all-revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112899964894583882?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112899964894583882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112899964894583882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112899964894583882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112899964894583882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/woohoo-its-over-woohoo-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112873445256977514</id><published>2005-10-08T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:25:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;The English paper was chicken feet. So was Math (except for the last two problem sums). Chinese... OH BOY, passing would be a miracle. Hope Science wouldn't be as complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. After the Science paper, Amanda, Cherlene, Vivian and myself would be going to Cine Liesure, in pink and white hair. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;cool...&lt;br /&gt;than we'll watch either Lords of Dogtown or Dukes of Hazard. After that, neoprints! and shopping, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Than Viv and Amanda would have dinner @ my house than Viv stays over, together with Olivia. Yipee. Sleepovers! Maybe we'll sneak out, to my friend's party. Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why are sisters so damn irritating? I swear, that my sister broke the world record for being the most annoying person i've ever met. URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112873445256977514?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112873445256977514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112873445256977514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112873445256977514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112873445256977514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112830622757968099</id><published>2005-10-03T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:23:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;there is exactly 2 days till PSLE and i'm here, wasting recess time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. 2 DAYS?!&lt;br /&gt;2 FREAKING DAYS. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, on the otherside, PSLE would soon be OVER.&lt;br /&gt;and than Amanda and Vivian would be sleeping over at my house =P&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. cool.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now reading a GAY book. uh, wrong choice. but its I N T E R E S T I N G. so no, i won't stop reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lords of Dogtown is super cool. It's one of the BEST movies i've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;Hah again... Psle is not far away and i'm watching movies. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously that movie kicks ass. its so touching, it has GREAT skateboarders, and its a true story.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i'm gonna watch it again; after PSLE. with Amanda and Vivian. I think it SHOULD be NC-16... cos of, uh, stuff. but the storyline is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess is over.&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112830622757968099?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112830622757968099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112830622757968099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112830622757968099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112830622757968099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/10/unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112799666627578841</id><published>2005-09-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:54:37.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>____ is the most beautiful guy i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. no offence Jesse. you're second now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. Brown messed up hair, deep brown eyes, delicate fingers...&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT BARF EVE. seriously, you have no taste at all. LOL. falling for ____(fill in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i'm NOT hitting on anybody. or maybe i am...?&lt;br /&gt;NAH. i'm too young anyways. And PSLE is round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, being 13 isn't my exactly definition of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAA... i miss my friends- from Mel.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;hah. OH YEAH. my sis has not gotten over her all-time crush. whoots*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112799666627578841?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112799666627578841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112799666627578841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112799666627578841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112799666627578841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-most-beautiful-guy-ive-ever-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112796045697947690</id><published>2005-09-29T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:20:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the school's comp lab again.&lt;br /&gt;just survived 2.5 hrs of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;let see...6 more days till PSLE. after PSLE would be the adaquate course- which i quote, "trains you to be a young lady". DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my science is DROPPING. gotta B U C K U P.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i would be going to SMSS no matter what. N.A or Express. it's a good school. i love the uniforms, so why not.&lt;br /&gt;omg. recess over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112796045697947690?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112796045697947690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112796045697947690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112796045697947690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112796045697947690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-schools-comp-lab-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112778769847943518</id><published>2005-09-27T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:46:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now at school's lab. HAH, recess time.&lt;br /&gt;hm. there is 9 FREAKING DAYS TILL THE EXAM OF DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, PSLE. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID exam.&lt;br /&gt;but, so far. i'm not a bit stessed out. =) i'm keeping my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm browsing some blogskins...&lt;br /&gt;ooh. amanda's here :)&lt;br /&gt;we're planning to go orchard right after our PSLE Science exam. cool. more neoprints, more clothes, less money? hahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm qite confused right now. I wish time would just freeze... at the same time, i want it to carry on ticking. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE is So SO near. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new layout. its so clean and not so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;wait, i miss my older one too.&lt;br /&gt;can't decide...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112778769847943518?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112778769847943518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112778769847943518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112778769847943518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112778769847943518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-now-at-schools-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133661.post-112772357250934276</id><published>2005-09-26T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:32:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new</title><content type='html'>WHOOHOO. No more snooping sisters!&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll write more later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133661-112772357250934276?l=dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/112772357250934276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133661&amp;postID=112772357250934276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112772357250934276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133661/posts/default/112772357250934276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingthenightaway-.blogspot.com/2005/09/brand-new.html' title='Brand new'/><author><name>Miss Hannah 92'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426398941140016690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
