<?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-5737498502987302791</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:51:49.298+07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>books on a shelf</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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/&gt;shesaidyousaid.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't slam me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3329598099037087174?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3329598099037087174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3329598099037087174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3329598099037087174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3329598099037087174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-much-consideration-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-7960330547096478044</id><published>2008-09-14T19:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:18:08.915+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo.&lt;br /&gt;im back again.&lt;br /&gt;to tell you that i've switched to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;you can ask me for my link if you like.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i'll gladly give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/SM0A6r-hkII/AAAAAAAABdo/UbyHfqQ-IPM/s1600-h/hillsongthezone10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;do you think you're that appealing, or that nice?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it's really kind of funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;but yea, think what you like lah.&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;considering how you use people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1974761380273756354?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1974761380273756354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=1974761380273756354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-112670000048956138</id><published>2008-06-14T21:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:29:56.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day didn't started off very well.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was the only girl from alll stars, since they all pang sehed me.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, went along with a.pple people.&lt;br /&gt;bused to east coast, and had lunch at macs.&lt;br /&gt;whoa, the kungfu panda spicy nuggets are power man.&lt;br /&gt;it's so sizzling spicy.&lt;br /&gt;introduced the fry squeezing to gabbie.&lt;br /&gt;and the salt pepper mix.&lt;br /&gt;haha. went cycling.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda hot, so had like a nua feeling.&lt;br /&gt;you know, like sauna kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i was half squinting half trying not to bang into people.&lt;br /&gt;i have a super huge phobia of crashing into bikes and bladers, and falling into curbs.&lt;br /&gt;i got sprayed by ian while cycling.&lt;br /&gt;that guy is seriously funnny.&lt;br /&gt;went back to macs after cycling, and most of the almighties were there.&lt;br /&gt;so headed off to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;gideon was playing with the cube, and he's like really fast.&lt;br /&gt;it got me dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;and we went to fountain food terrace to chill.&lt;br /&gt;was tempted by someone to get ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;soooo, bought belgium choc cone.&lt;br /&gt;it was delish i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;smooth creamy dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;met up with those gulity of pang sehing me.&lt;br /&gt;went to eng wah to catch narnia.&lt;br /&gt;goshhhh. prince caspian is sooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;hot.hot. he has a really nice jaw and dark luscious locks.&lt;br /&gt;edmund is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;peter's handsome, but cliche kinda handsome, so yea.&lt;br /&gt;susan kissed prince caspian in the end, which got don wei started on her &lt;br /&gt;"fat lips woman kissed prince caspian" tongue twister.&lt;br /&gt;it was so stupid i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;we kept chanting that all the way to marina.&lt;br /&gt;while playing cooking mama on zhuanmei's nintendo ds.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all, so tatas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-112670000048956138?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/112670000048956138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=112670000048956138' 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/&gt;wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;cmps was so fun today.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe i just said that?&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun, making the ict product.&lt;br /&gt;shan't tell you what it is though.&lt;br /&gt;today was so freakin hot and freakin warm and out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;and everything was so dizzyish and funny feelingish.&lt;br /&gt;and i took the train to bugis with my eyes closed half the time.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate people staring at me, really.&lt;br /&gt;it's annoying. i dont even know why they stare.&lt;br /&gt;and then i start panicking, if i have something on my face or what.&lt;br /&gt;ballet later.&lt;br /&gt;hope it's good, but not getting my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;oooh! congratulations to charissa!&lt;br /&gt;she did well for driving test i think(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not long before eoys.&lt;br /&gt;then sec three.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be seniors.&lt;br /&gt;and then it'll be mid years.&lt;br /&gt;then eoys.&lt;br /&gt;then sec four.&lt;br /&gt;midyears. prelims. Os.&lt;br /&gt;then we graduate?&lt;br /&gt;leave dare?&lt;br /&gt;go somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;it's so freakin fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3322605620026445284?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3322605620026445284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3322605620026445284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3322605620026445284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3322605620026445284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/06/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5750272171415464229</id><published>2008-06-12T21:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:58:52.458+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was so hiong.&lt;br /&gt;i went back to school. &lt;br /&gt;for some reason, we went back to do a project.&lt;br /&gt;well, it was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;except the janitors look at us funny.&lt;br /&gt;making cloth puppets.&lt;br /&gt;then we gave up and started on paper manga puppets.&lt;br /&gt;went off to singpost to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;then deborah's house at kechil road.&lt;br /&gt;me and esther went nuts over popeye's chicken.:)&lt;br /&gt;i love saying kechil.&lt;br /&gt;we finished our history, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;one thing out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;deborah's room is super happy.:)&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to smile when i went in.&lt;br /&gt;our history is uber nice.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i think so.&lt;br /&gt;spent the next 2 hrs watching xiaxue, ballet and purple line.&lt;br /&gt;and esther dancing...&lt;br /&gt;late for ballet.&lt;br /&gt;did pointe and dance study.&lt;br /&gt;then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;went yoshinoya with janalle amelia and reina.&lt;br /&gt;shared food with janalle.&lt;br /&gt;the guy at the counter started laughing when i said we wanted to share. so can he pls return us separate change. and another bowl.&lt;br /&gt;talked quite abit about miss sham, sdt, miss lee and blah.&lt;br /&gt;miss lee is reina's fave topic.&lt;br /&gt;went back to dance barre and center.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why this post is so systematic.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5750272171415464229?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5750272171415464229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=5750272171415464229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5750272171415464229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5750272171415464229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-so-hiong.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5142169466664144185</id><published>2008-06-07T20:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:07:02.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ze best, after not having dare for so many weeks, i kinda missed it.&lt;br /&gt;and no dg somemore.&lt;br /&gt;my lunch was subway cookies.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they're like ze best.:)&lt;br /&gt;and then it was service.&lt;br /&gt;i saw quite a number of new people with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;they look quite cautious.&lt;br /&gt;anw, service was good, cause i really listened.&lt;br /&gt;and i find blood diamond a very cool movie, abt child soldiers sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at millenia.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to have dg sess at grass patch, but i guess it was too wet.&lt;br /&gt;went to take the lift at pan pacific.&lt;br /&gt;37 storeys.&lt;br /&gt;wow, im claustrophobic and scared of heights, so it was really erm, exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;went around screaming. it was transparent and there was like fog.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, you so have gotta try the fried mars bar if you havent already done so.&lt;br /&gt;it's scrumptious.:)&lt;br /&gt;ooh lala!&lt;br /&gt;btw, did you know that a person is still alive for up to 30 seconds after you decapitate them?&lt;br /&gt;thats like really gross and scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5142169466664144185?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-1612334208961685198</id><published>2008-06-07T09:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:01:13.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging is good for your health. it prevents dementia. and helps you to exercise your fingers. &lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love the holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why the sudden change of mind.&lt;br /&gt;but it's nice to be able to sleep in and not have to be woken up by the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;especially if it's raining:)&lt;br /&gt;then can snuggle into bed and continue sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;well, the exam results are out.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;actually miss shyamala wanted to tell us, but we all disallow it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i rather see the cert.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch kung fu panda with victoria.&lt;br /&gt;it was super cute and thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wouldn't like it, but it ended up nice, and not a waste of money:)&lt;br /&gt;and there was this really cute life size panda that was there, and victoria went seriously gaga.:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, movie going is like, my new hobby. it's seriously fun. i dont like those big people groups already.&lt;br /&gt;so the next time i watch movies, it'll probably be a one person date.&lt;br /&gt;yay dance at safra soon.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now, see ya'll soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1612334208961685198?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1612334208961685198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-2670224000810872832</id><published>2008-06-05T21:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:49:20.132+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 if your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be really hurt. eat like thousands of choclates to make up for it. will not be concerned about fat content anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to be able to dance. not sure if this is vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 if there is a choice between boyfriend and friends,which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;friends. friends are forever boys are whatever. call me childish. i'll stick by that motto man.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 what kind of home do you think is suitable for living&lt;br /&gt;a straw house somewhere in the mountains:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 what's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;he'll be sweet, caring, sensitive with a good sense of humour. must wear polo tees and have ruffled hair when he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;loving is more blessed. it's nice to give your love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;forever. it's a commitment. no point getting hurt after you love, knowing that you don't really love this person afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;i'll write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;yes. tons of undone work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;well, if im in a mood to answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 how do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;someone highly favoured deeply loved and greatly blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;God. people who have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;no one tagged. chose to do of my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;married but poor. i think love is the best thing you can experience. money cant get you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 what's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 would you sacrifice your family time to enjoy with friends?&lt;br /&gt;well, yes. i find friends important, maybe more important than family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 what is the thing that you cant bear to leave it aside?&lt;br /&gt;dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 what type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 what type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that i have nothing done? not at all?&lt;br /&gt;for history, cmps, chinse and math.&lt;br /&gt;--- shesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2670224000810872832?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2670224000810872832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2670224000810872832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2670224000810872832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2670224000810872832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-if-your-lover-betrayed-you-what-will.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2485479089471401142</id><published>2008-06-03T17:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:55:42.820+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo!&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been blogging much here.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway, yesterday i went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;then to bugis. srsly, bugis is downright creepy, cause practically everyone goes there, and you see people you do know.&lt;br /&gt;like miss seah. &lt;br /&gt;oh and i tried chewy junior.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice.:) and the guy's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;it's basically chewy coat made of flour i guess, and some cream inside and toppings.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;it was rather futile actually.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanted to get stationery, and get split soles and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't after all.&lt;br /&gt;but i saw really nice things at bugis yup.&lt;br /&gt;and i did the weirdest thing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i did ballet, barre and everything in my room, until one.&lt;br /&gt;and i found that i couldn't sleep, cause the music was stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;so i slept at four.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up all night reading enid blyton.&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at eight for hoi's.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. hoi's house is cool.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't go up this time, cause of her bro.&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless the lounge( is it called a lounge?) is cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;but we really did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'll be really happy if we manage to book the studio to prac.&lt;br /&gt;today was super unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;naturally since no camera no grp memebers.&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention that sail is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;so we crapped.&lt;br /&gt;crapped then went to esplanade with shihui to borrow scores.&lt;br /&gt;and giselle.&lt;br /&gt;then it was plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to walk there, but she said too far.&lt;br /&gt;well, we went round and round.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew it was that big.&lt;br /&gt;i reallyy like that fluorescent polish.&lt;br /&gt;it's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2485479089471401142?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-6502505724430474322</id><published>2008-05-27T19:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:22:12.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>put it this way, the class chalet was cool.&lt;br /&gt;i have found out how it feels to have siblings. &lt;br /&gt;like alot alot of siblings, cramped up in a room, like that story about children living in a huge shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and really scumptious food.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i seriously ate alott.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this is the first bbq i went that the fire wasn't ready in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;mainly "have fun" was bbqing with honey and butter and eating and eating and walking in and out of the resort barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;oh and sniggering(yes it was so evil i know) at cchm ppl.&lt;br /&gt;pretty insane.&lt;br /&gt;dance today was awesome in a very unawesome way.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda like a workout or something.&lt;br /&gt;and i really like the sad dance.&lt;br /&gt;like way better than the happy one.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all very subjective i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the hall is a very very dirty place, cause we get dirt and hay(hay?!) on our shirt and some weird black stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i have bruises on my knee. i think many people have got those.&lt;br /&gt;and my thigh muscles kinda tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with the stupid piano.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't believe you were insensitive enough not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;yes. the stupid stupid piano.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i controlled my anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6502505724430474322?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7504186698286295089</id><published>2008-05-26T21:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:02:22.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i would really love to be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that, it's just that you won't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what's going on at all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's your cause for dislike.&lt;br /&gt;why you talk bad about me, why you stare at me like that, why you talk to me in such a cold unfriendly tone.&lt;br /&gt;and when you do actually talk, i can see that it's fake smiles and laughter and it's so painful to carry on the conversation knowing that it's not who you are that im talking to.&lt;br /&gt;sure, maybe i've been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just something that i said.&lt;br /&gt;or somethings that i said.&lt;br /&gt;or the way i behave.&lt;br /&gt;but i really wished you'd given me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;why you behave like two different people altogether.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me very nervous around you.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to talk about stuff that we have in common.&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid you didn't like the things i liked.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered why your friends must always be that profile.&lt;br /&gt;why you leave me out of your circle.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why you have to take others with you and your dislike against me,&lt;br /&gt;since the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i ever did to you.&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to single me out?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you be nice and just accept me the way you accepted others.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;and to that person, you know im talking about you, &lt;br /&gt;just give it a thought.&lt;br /&gt;a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5584997014062896813</id><published>2008-05-17T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:35:58.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am planning my holiday schedule.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not going to be full of adcademic related issues.&lt;br /&gt;and bonbons are the absolute favourite.&lt;br /&gt;they're gna be number one on my all i want for christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i dont want this to end baby.&lt;br /&gt;and starbucks was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;this is so freakin scary, im contemplating if i should lock my blog.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be pangsehed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if you get it, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeeeee em loads.&lt;br /&gt;i know you like me too, even though you don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;kinda dubious, but still.&lt;br /&gt;note: like, not love. and it's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a merry sunday.&lt;br /&gt;and i am so gna catch up with a particular someone in the hols.&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps zhuanmei? hah i love her house.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;what with the tv, microwave and fridge she has in her room.&lt;br /&gt;and no, she ain't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what you promised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5584997014062896813?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5584997014062896813/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7661130981266801497</id><published>2008-05-12T19:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:08:59.534+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn freaked out about dnt and math.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to study math in the morning, but i got too distracted by people.&lt;br /&gt;yah, and a particular someone nvr change clothes, cause she keeps wearing the same thing for like quite long already.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was so freaky. i can't wait for the tcher to be gone man.&lt;br /&gt;she and her stupid red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;music. watched lion king, and was on the verge of tears because it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;lit was okay, just sat down and listened to recitation.&lt;br /&gt;recess was fun.&lt;br /&gt;went to do some tagging of lolipops with deborah.&lt;br /&gt;haha and im pretty amused, cause we sat in the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;then somemore disturbing the c to c.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;science was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;miss chiam is in a very bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;started scolding people.&lt;br /&gt;good thing we din get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;and our testube went pop! which was so cool. especially since got smoke.&lt;br /&gt;math was boring with a capital B.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap picked on me, cause i was talking.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i could answer his question so he let me off.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. english was cool.&lt;br /&gt;went down to borrow books.&lt;br /&gt;had a brief reminiscence about how i used to cut books when i was young, library books, and i had to pay 12 bucks? for every book i cut.&lt;br /&gt;honestly the books were really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;went to have donuts with hoileng.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop eating donuts now.&lt;br /&gt;i just ate them on friday seh.&lt;br /&gt;but the one we ate was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;it was mango filling with some topping on top.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do cheena at the library but ended up gossipping.&lt;br /&gt;pretty bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;so quite unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;saw this tcher, outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i nearly died cause my bag got stuck onto the gate and it lurched me backwards, so i got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;and hoileng was pretty stunned too.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and anw, we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;quite a friendly tcher. she teaches geog.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one that hangs out with mrs lim neo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and she asked me about mrs lim neo.&lt;br /&gt;im quite sure she has like some liking for mrs lim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7661130981266801497?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-8492683187388844086</id><published>2008-05-11T18:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:03:29.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was pastor prince's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of like his name. &lt;br /&gt;joseph prince. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;whoever has prince as a surname.&lt;br /&gt;now, i am absolutely overjoyed to find that a particular someone has got a blog.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a pity i can't spam her till she dies of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;she's using wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;haha, no tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i bore you to bits with my darts, i'll just move on.&lt;br /&gt;met charissa at the entrance of indoor at nine?&lt;br /&gt;i think i woke up freakin early.&lt;br /&gt;then the usher din allow me to bring in a waterbottle so i had to leave it outside.&lt;br /&gt;and it was gone later on:(&lt;br /&gt;i think they threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pre service was good.&lt;br /&gt;so you think you can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;i liked the dancing parts:)&lt;br /&gt;and they started with some israeli dance in the beginning, which was absolutely cool.&lt;br /&gt;the band was super good. all jewish people.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a sudden urge to do the israeli dance we learnt at school.&lt;br /&gt;it's pronounced ma-in ma-in i think.&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever. but you know i was way up in the aisles so yeah, how to dance you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;then fabulous songs and praise and worship.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously everyone was distracted when pastor prince walked in.&lt;br /&gt;he has like this aura around him, and there's all these security guards around him, and camera and yah he is attention grabbing.&lt;br /&gt;all black.&lt;br /&gt;zhuanmei would be so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;because when we arrived, we saw cg, who is uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;then later got sg, who is just as cute.&lt;br /&gt;and then zm has her uber hot jen tan, who was wearing this tight fitting satin red top, and looking good with his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;and then not to mention pastor daniel, in pink.&lt;br /&gt;you know what they say, real man wear pink.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, pastor prince:)&lt;br /&gt;haha. zm missed out on alot.&lt;br /&gt;indoor stad wasn't so crowded today, mainly because i think all the parents flooded&lt;br /&gt;gallery west. &lt;br /&gt;they ended with celebrating pastor's birthday, with all the pastors singing him a song on stage.:)&lt;br /&gt;and 45 candles on a cake.&lt;br /&gt;wait. yeah 45.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and after the service, we were singing my future decided with sg leading.&lt;br /&gt;so this guy who was wearing crimson caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;he was so high, he started doing all kinds of jumps, you know the touch your leg in the air kind, and shaking his head and i think you would have laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;and he started standing on the chairs and doing weird gestures.&lt;br /&gt;like erm, banging his head, shaking like mad, acting like a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;we were amused.&lt;br /&gt;went for ballet later.&lt;br /&gt;went with charmaine to buy stuff, and went for inter class.&lt;br /&gt;and it was followed by g7.&lt;br /&gt;i shant mention anything about ms.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so yeah but compared to inter, g7 is like uber nice.&lt;br /&gt;inter work is damn technical and it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay, and i missed out the brinjals tonight for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i hate the taste of brinjals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8492683187388844086?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8492683187388844086/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-2294688075358829931</id><published>2008-05-06T18:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:29:27.259+07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 may 2007</title><content type='html'>today was funny.&lt;br /&gt;legacy was funny, with all our jokes and miss chiam. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then dnt was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;mr teo's gayness and wai sze.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and then recess was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;no, actually quite mean.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was boring. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;nearly fell asleep listening to the person.&lt;br /&gt;music.&lt;br /&gt;it was scary, cause i was tone deaf and all.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the hamster super cute, and it likes tissues.&lt;br /&gt;the way xinyi did it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;she looks cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;history was funny also.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br 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lean on it, for the whole service, which was extremely uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the fact that laura's casting crowns was inside.&lt;br /&gt;and the worship leaders did an awesome presentation that will make you laugh your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;and my, my, church leaders are damn it hot.&lt;br /&gt;quite a number in fact.&lt;br /&gt;and pastor ashley evans?&lt;br /&gt;his son is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;went to study abit at Bk. and finish up history.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, was contemplating whether to buy those $2.90 music cds.&lt;br /&gt;the weird classical music kind.&lt;br /&gt;haha. decided not to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;the weather was cool today.&lt;br /&gt;had a great ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say ballet suck.&lt;br /&gt;they ask me why don't i do hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;they think it's so not nice.&lt;br /&gt;they all think hiphop is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never give ballet up for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;now what's with the big medium and small bitches?&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like carl's junior, for goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1647746530149460806?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1647746530149460806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=1647746530149460806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/1647746530149460806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/1647746530149460806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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it ameythyst?)&lt;br /&gt;with donuts.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;i find dare a bit of a bore now.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;today my dg was just me, matty and charissa.&lt;br /&gt;there, a dg. &lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the ten or nearly twenty over people who go for dg dinner in aikos 2.&lt;br /&gt;went to the river after sending matty and gabbie off.&lt;br /&gt;they din know how to go to the mrt frm esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;the river is great.&lt;br /&gt;where i can just be by myself and in my shell.&lt;br /&gt;and just let the wind blow in my hair and take in the sights.&lt;br /&gt;fullerton, hsbc. you know.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i bought cotton candy!&lt;br /&gt;they were selling at the riverside. i havent ate it for ages.&lt;br /&gt;went up to the esplanade library.&lt;br /&gt;headed straight for the dance section.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw these boys, or rather, this boy, jumping and doing changements.&lt;br /&gt;barefooted and in a t shirt and berms.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept jumping.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i was so amused. i know the library floor looks like studio floor but still.&lt;br /&gt;occupied myself with books.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, the view from the esplanade library is cool.&lt;br /&gt;the glass panel's like all dark, with the ferris wheel in the background and lights and cars and it's so cosy, with coushy chairs and those yellow lights.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;im gna miss charissa man. she's going bangkok, then auss with her mum.&lt;br /&gt;i barely get to spend time with her already.&lt;br /&gt;and my art is so screwed. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate adobe.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll post the pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8971787324633789612?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-8659194287470682884</id><published>2008-05-02T21:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:20:41.221+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveeee my turkish friend.&lt;br /&gt;we found each other on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum's eating healthy all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. everything is all very strange today.&lt;br /&gt;glad the hey thing is blowing off.&lt;br /&gt;i find it abit weird though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and miss shyamala din come.&lt;br /&gt;kinda disappointing that miss pang din relieve.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos she on holiday also.&lt;br /&gt;omg the relieve tcher is soooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;she does the best stretches ever.&lt;br /&gt;and she teaches us cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and it works.&lt;br /&gt;and her stretches are damn pain and hard.&lt;br /&gt;but super good.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite strict though.&lt;br /&gt;she said that in her previous ballet school, if no bun, you get out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;scary. and miss shyamla is just....&lt;br /&gt;pay her money.&lt;br /&gt;to buy more food? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;im so mean.&lt;br /&gt;but the tcher is really good.&lt;br /&gt;and she was like "crestar students all very flexible, but all no strength. can lift the leg all so high, but the muscles damn weak."&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a good class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8659194287470682884?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8659194287470682884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4270784961595372928</id><published>2008-05-01T18:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:38:39.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some sucker on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;must be really deprived.&lt;br /&gt;like after school, no social life, stay at home and tag mean stuff.&lt;br /&gt;if you're a dancer, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;good dancers don't do stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;it just shows how shallow and lousy a person you are.&lt;br /&gt;good riddance to you.&lt;br /&gt;and if i ever find out who you are, and if you happen to be my friend, just watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4270784961595372928?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-3084350890218256702</id><published>2008-04-28T18:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:10:33.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 april 2oo7</title><content type='html'>today was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't resist posting.&lt;br /&gt;even though the people i went with weren't the ones i hung out with usually.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur... i started laughing as soon as i saw athena.&lt;br /&gt;headed to the cinema to catch hansel and gretal.&lt;br /&gt;victoria was super reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;but we went in the end and we thought we were the only ones in the cinema so we chope the back row.&lt;br /&gt;then two ppl came and we had to move.&lt;br /&gt;and move, again.&lt;br /&gt;overall it was quite a good show, except for some gruesome parts.&lt;br /&gt;victoria even cried. at the end.&lt;br /&gt;she claims it's cause of the cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;you all know what cute means right?&lt;br /&gt;yup, but it kinda reminded me of the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;saw some other tkgs girls whom vic claimed to be real nice.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i was squirming in my seat the whole time, and when the movie ended, me and athena stood up to find popcorn all over on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. she had a hole in her box.&lt;br /&gt;i think mine flew out cause of shock.&lt;br /&gt;went to chill at the open area.&lt;br /&gt;the one with the artificial beach.&lt;br /&gt;dipped out toes in, which was so good. &lt;br /&gt;the wind was blowing and all.&lt;br /&gt;victoria spent alot today.&lt;br /&gt;she bought 11 bucks worth of starbucks, then popcorn and all, and cds.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to buy jeans somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i had sudden thoughts about children, or should i say birds in third world countries.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, trained home, sound so ahlianish, with soo min:)&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun, and i can't wait for the next time we'll hang out again, with vic's promised movie show.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the zone.&lt;br /&gt;whee. and class chalets.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a class outing to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i swear im gna kill victoria.&lt;br /&gt;she knows what i mean hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3084350890218256702?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3084350890218256702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3084350890218256702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3084350890218256702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3084350890218256702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/28-april-2oo7.html' title='28 april 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-8899512072164716911</id><published>2008-04-28T09:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:51:02.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the house has instantaneously turned quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have screwed up my art e learning.&lt;br /&gt;shit. &lt;br /&gt;the microsoft powerpoint refuses to open itself.&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll get the lit one done. then they can round me up tomorrow, and when they accuse me, i'll have a reason at least.&lt;br /&gt;okay great. i need to calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want them to call me during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about something.&lt;br /&gt;okay let's talk about her.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty much amused by her.&lt;br /&gt;and her bat wings. i thought she said black beans, but it was bat wings she meant.&lt;br /&gt;she's definitely very muscular.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. i must be very deprived to talk about her like that. &lt;br /&gt;haha. but anyway, i din mention any names.&lt;br /&gt;so any resemblence is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;she and her bat wings.&lt;br /&gt;"i have alot of bat wings you know. but when i contract my arms, see, muscles."&lt;br /&gt;*gives a very accomplished look*&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;okay im very happy now cause i managed to open the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;yay. i shall quit talking about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8899512072164716911?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8899512072164716911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=8899512072164716911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8899512072164716911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8899512072164716911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/house-has-instantaneously-turned-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2126127704675746805</id><published>2008-04-27T18:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:36:52.528+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mummy is annoyed at me again.&lt;br /&gt;for my inability to take good care of my tights.&lt;br /&gt;you should see me during classes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't fold anything, i chuck everything into my seemingly big bag.&lt;br /&gt;i went to church today!&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a big statement, when i do go everyweek.&lt;br /&gt;there was darlene zschech and her music whoever she is.&lt;br /&gt;i got distracted by her arms.&lt;br /&gt;my mama is getting real sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;she cried during praise and worship, she cried during preaching and she cried before pastor prince dismissed the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;the message wasn't even sad.&lt;br /&gt;i found it pretty cool, so im contemplating if i should buy the tape.&lt;br /&gt;by the highly efficient joseph prince ministry.&lt;br /&gt;ladidas. i must tell you yet once again that new creation church is a very very good  church. i emphasise that.&lt;br /&gt;$18M from miracle seed sunday, how's that for awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i should have brought a towel to intermediate.&lt;br /&gt;now now, sweating doesn't equal high efficiency like most people think.&lt;br /&gt;a high efficient air con doesn't leak does it?&lt;br /&gt;it just means... well, actually i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;ask somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean you're good.&lt;br /&gt;she wants to hold classes everyday in june. like twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;im thinking: why not now?&lt;br /&gt;the point of starting in june?&lt;br /&gt;no idea. but she strongly recommends that we come for class at 2.30 till 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;i need to start saving money.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss them alot. for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2126127704675746805?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2126127704675746805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2126127704675746805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2126127704675746805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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think he was looking at me cause i was standing at the counter reading brochures about the library resources and about silk road.&lt;br /&gt;how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how the library system always claims that has books.&lt;br /&gt;the ones that you really wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't seem to find them.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the phantom.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw mrs malvina lim.&lt;br /&gt;the horror. not her, but still.&lt;br /&gt;i pretended i didn't see her, and i continued down my aisle, only to turn around, and find her looking at me too.&lt;br /&gt;i just whipped my head back and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;i think el teachers hang there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;think miss su.&lt;br /&gt;i saw quite a number of people i knew.&lt;br /&gt;pretended that i didn't see them and that i was real interested in the book i was reading.&lt;br /&gt;which i was.&lt;br /&gt;it's this book about a psychic, and her history.&lt;br /&gt;she's real gorgeous, but she used to be this kid who got called fatty bom bom all the time.&lt;br /&gt;and she has a weird mum, who's size ten apparently.&lt;br /&gt;and her mum was conducting this dieting course for big people.&lt;br /&gt;and she was like: "ladies, how many calories d'ya think has more, a piece of kitkat with fourbars, or two pieces with two bars each?"&lt;br /&gt;i was smirking at that point, think how ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, the same amount of calories right?&lt;br /&gt;guess what?she has an answer.&lt;br /&gt;"and ladies, the answer is, the kitkat with four bars in it! that bar would have a sliver of chocolate holding two separate bars together, whilst the other one doesn't. every calorie counts!"&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. like that sliver actually matters.&lt;br /&gt;im rolling my eyes already.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, reading in the library is quite fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;apart from the neurotic kids running around, screaming at their toy cars that beep.&lt;br /&gt;following that, i went back to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;and i was tempted to buy those pretty earrings on sale at diva.&lt;br /&gt;before i was reminded of the many pretty earrings that were lost somewhere in the drawer collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;im not one that cares for fashion.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do, but not that much. just a teensy bit.&lt;br /&gt;roll your eyes if you want.&lt;br /&gt;avril lavigne music is nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to it somewhere. it's funny how the shops always blast out music in the hope of drowning each other out.&lt;br /&gt;but it gives me funny feelings.&lt;br /&gt;mental note: i shall never ever listen to her ever again. she gives me lumps.&lt;br /&gt;i went to kfc for my dinner at 4, in the hope that i could actually have a whole seat to myself and my bag of very enticing books.&lt;br /&gt;it was packed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, smart thinking of me. everyone will eat dinner at 6 without fail.&lt;br /&gt;i packed mine and went to this quiet corner and ate it up, near the cars and roads and bustling traffic.&lt;br /&gt;i have an unhealthy diet.&lt;br /&gt;i must start doing those 100 crunches per x minutes everday.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's listening to cheena music, which is actually kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;no lumps anymore:)&lt;br /&gt;and im gna announce that i love my grandparents alot.:)&lt;br /&gt;do i sound like some goody two shoes? i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i think im hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/SBMYUkz02DI/AAAAAAAABdc/JVzG-LXjbGU/s1600-h/Childhood_Treasure_by_tuck3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/SBMYUkz02DI/AAAAAAAABdc/JVzG-LXjbGU/s200/Childhood_Treasure_by_tuck3621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193521537045813298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missed the moments like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5024553705594331867?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5024553705594331867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=5024553705594331867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5024553705594331867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5024553705594331867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-went-to-library-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/SBMYUkz02DI/AAAAAAAABdc/JVzG-LXjbGU/s72-c/Childhood_Treasure_by_tuck3621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-6874907485520663495</id><published>2008-04-26T10:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:30:45.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 april 2oo7</title><content type='html'>alas it's overrrr.&lt;br /&gt;horrid math paper.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap made it sound like the end of the world if we failed.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'll fail.&lt;br /&gt;my ego side is coming on.&lt;br /&gt;haha, and congratulations to mimi:)&lt;br /&gt;she became a prefect, if you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;okay, yesterday was real funneh.&lt;br /&gt;but i shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;i remember my pledge to stop writing about tkgs teachers.&lt;br /&gt;geez. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, ballet class yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;quite good.&lt;br /&gt;although i find loyang a bit ulu.&lt;br /&gt;and that class has only four girls.&lt;br /&gt;but what to do, when you only have two classes a week.&lt;br /&gt;and a particular someone has got ballet class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, which ballet class has got 4 girls? &lt;br /&gt;but im happy, cause she's gna go climb her mountain next week, and a relieve tcher coming in.&lt;br /&gt;shall we all applaud?&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's miss pang.&lt;br /&gt;or anyone will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6874907485520663495?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6874907485520663495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6874907485520663495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/6874907485520663495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/6874907485520663495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/26-april-2oo7.html' title='26 april 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-8047580053946416158</id><published>2008-04-24T20:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:17:23.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you'll grow up to antagonize people.&lt;br /&gt;wear lipstick way out of the lines and scold children in cheena restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar huh.&lt;br /&gt;i am not scared for the paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;im so mentally calm that i dunno if it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;people are rushing home feverishly to study, anddd i take my time.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve it don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;after four papers.&lt;br /&gt;im just a  self absorbed, attention seeking baby.&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to my fractions, algebra sums and congruence figures.&lt;br /&gt;and i do miss you muchos.&lt;br /&gt;all of you.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8047580053946416158?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8047580053946416158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=8047580053946416158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8047580053946416158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8047580053946416158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/youll-grow-up-to-antagonize-people.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-1107054039515218086</id><published>2008-04-22T20:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:30:18.998+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uncle lester is the coolest ever.:)&lt;br /&gt;and history is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;tkgians are weird people.&lt;br /&gt;and go to www.thezone.org.sg.:)&lt;br /&gt;promise you'll find it cool.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-1298904433767764385</id><published>2008-04-20T19:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:12:58.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's just something about hillsong which entices me.&lt;br /&gt;their music.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for sean goh music.&lt;br /&gt;ballet today was good.&lt;br /&gt;did double class with g8 and g7.&lt;br /&gt;the inter class.&lt;br /&gt;mm. yams are real sexy i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dg which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't talked to charissa and evereything for super long.&lt;br /&gt;laura owes me moneh. and she's crazy. she has the whole collection of jodie picoult books.&lt;br /&gt;someone's ordering like 171 tickets for the zone. how crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway, ate dinner with don, zm, gabbie, alena and faith.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up sprawling at the table doing math.&lt;br /&gt;my math.:) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;esther goh is in alena's class at fmss.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, she's still as smart as ever.&lt;br /&gt;went walking with don and zm.&lt;br /&gt;walked at war memorial park.&lt;br /&gt;no, i wasn't in a history mood.&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty refreshing. hot air and the humidness of it.&lt;br /&gt;raffles city was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;zm got pissed with don though.&lt;br /&gt;cause don was doing taiqi at the jelly bean machine and she pressed so hard, like alot of watermelon jelly beans came out.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the zone already,&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i was overseas or something.&lt;br /&gt;then can dance in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;morning dance class is good for you, cause it peps you up and makes you more alert for studying.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful scenery's da bomb. so is good music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2792314232028055017?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2792314232028055017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2792314232028055017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2792314232028055017'/><link rel='self' 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anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im really scared they read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;yah you know, they search their name and all.&lt;br /&gt;but just one more ok.&lt;br /&gt;fooangchiamsuseah. guess.&lt;br /&gt;i shant tell. sworn to secrecy to someone especially secretive.&lt;br /&gt;oh and im really proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;in a poem mood these few days.&lt;br /&gt;and yah, wrote 3 poems yesterday, cause i was too restles to revise.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the best mood to write poems in is a peaceful mood with no distractions and but you and the paper.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post my poems some other day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4944285177414362915?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4944285177414362915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-1064471974607217630</id><published>2008-04-17T17:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:42:48.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guesss what.&lt;br /&gt;i love my sexy new voice.&lt;br /&gt;it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, loads think i sound like ahem.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling greedy today,&lt;br /&gt;and i ate alottttt.&lt;br /&gt;the debate thing was cool.&lt;br /&gt;*signs wistfully*&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. rather enriching although miss terry ran off in the midst of it.&lt;br /&gt;math re was sooo strange.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly we were all disciplined enough to turn up and remain in our seats.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, with food and all, but still.&lt;br /&gt;gawddd i hate that girl.&lt;br /&gt;and it's double irony.&lt;br /&gt;mainly because it's math remedial. but there's no tcher, so the whole room is filled with girls that are clueless and no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, the worksheets are more more difficult than normal work.&lt;br /&gt;like we're gifted that kind.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, huge irony.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's a loser.&lt;br /&gt;not her, but someone else.&lt;br /&gt;she made the poor grade sevens watch miss pang's girls.&lt;br /&gt;not my class, the previous batch.&lt;br /&gt;and yah, then she was like they're so good. so much better than you all.&lt;br /&gt;wth, it's her fault that her students all &lt;s&gt;suck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the one that take so long to start class.&lt;br /&gt;sit down there and eat mac chicken and watch us and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and draggg so long before class starts.&lt;br /&gt;rrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;and then she accuse her girls of not dancing well.&lt;br /&gt;her problem ok.&lt;br /&gt;btw, any similarities are purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i love ncc songs all the same.&lt;br /&gt;nothing like ncc.&lt;br /&gt;and really miss her girls are so dead. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;and math test was ok. didn't flunk didn't do that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but i really tried lah.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1064471974607217630?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1064471974607217630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=1064471974607217630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/1064471974607217630'/><link rel='self' 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computer can't upload my pictures for photomontage.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i had this creepy idea of teachers reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's so scary.&lt;br /&gt;yah and you'll be blabbering about them on your blog, cause it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;and they read it, which is horror.&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty happy today, mostly because my sore throat's gone.&lt;br /&gt;but also because today was quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap was like talking about fertility in the morning, and miss su was referring to bio science, the reproduction chapter, and mdm haryati's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;and it's been ages, and we all thought that she was just...&lt;br /&gt;anw, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;dance was quite fun today.&lt;br /&gt;i think miss chiam looks prettier with dyed hair.&lt;br /&gt;and i really ammm happpy that my sore throat is gone.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating everything im deprived of now.&lt;br /&gt;yah but history will then repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;your throat can affect your whole mind soul and body.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and the day before that, i couldn't concentrate and i had some overdose and i didn't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;cheena tcher is soooo freaky.&lt;br /&gt;and dancing with an imaginary partner is way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i want a plain prata.&lt;br /&gt;vendor: no more plain pratas girl.&lt;br /&gt;me: *blabbering away*&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;vendor: looks at me expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;me: i want a plain prata&lt;br /&gt;vendor: no more girl&lt;br /&gt;vendor: you want murtabuk? dosai? &lt;br /&gt;me: dreaming away, and couldn't hear&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;me: ohohoh! oh no more plain prata. omgosh. can i have egg prata? &lt;br /&gt;vendor: oh nono, no more. you want dosai? murtabuk? yes? veleh nice.&lt;br /&gt;me: ahah, huh..&lt;br /&gt;vendor: take lah, one twenty only.&lt;br /&gt;me: okok*grins sheepishly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-6677338966638091499</id><published>2008-04-14T17:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:56:17.138+07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 april 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i wonder what will happen to people that eat 26 strepsils a day.&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, woke up this morning only to find a worser sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;decided not to eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;went to school and bought this humongous pack of strepsils.&lt;br /&gt;haha 24 inside.&lt;br /&gt;and this dance senior of mine took 6, yah and i was just like huh?&lt;br /&gt;my sore throat quite bad really.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sing during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;and talking was a horrible agony.&lt;br /&gt;seriously seriously, sore throats are my enemy,&lt;br /&gt;horrible stufff.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so anyway, lessons were super slack,&lt;br /&gt;cause i didn't really feel like paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i got my math equations correct and my science correct too.&lt;br /&gt;cas are unbelievably near.&lt;br /&gt;but im not scared.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;then for the 4 weeks left of term two, we do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;usually cas are in week 7 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the school printer.&lt;br /&gt;really, im sure it happens cause everyone doesn't know how to cancel a printing job.&lt;br /&gt;so we, me and lexuan were trying to print home ec and dnt and hp color laser kept spouting out all these weird scenery images.&lt;br /&gt;wasted 5 pieces of my paper.&lt;br /&gt;and we cancelled like over 80 printing jobs.&lt;br /&gt;and there still jobs to be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;so remember to always cancel your printing jobs for fickle people.&lt;br /&gt;or for those with no patience.&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yes, home ec is gna be sooo fun tomorrow.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6677338966638091499?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6677338966638091499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6677338966638091499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/6677338966638091499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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enough:)&lt;br /&gt;okay anw, i have a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;but it shall be gone in jesus' name:))&lt;br /&gt;and i ate alottt of strepsils and sweets and sprite and water and anything and everything that could soothe my throat.&lt;br /&gt;because the feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum made me drink this horrible concoction, i wonder who invented it.&lt;br /&gt;it tastes bitter and yet like coke at the same time, but it's not sweet at all.&lt;br /&gt;yup, oh and i discovered this place in bugis street, it's a way cheaper version of candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;it sells all kinds of sweets and chips and all, and the price is really alot lower than candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;it's cool ok.&lt;br /&gt;ballet class today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i like the intermediate syllabus i realise.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;although i fell of one pirouette, and landed on the floor.oh and miss shamala made us put balls below our feet and stand on them. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling it's because of the examiner.&lt;br /&gt;these girls came in and acted like they're real pro.&lt;br /&gt;they were like we want to do advance.&lt;br /&gt;do you have advance class?&lt;br /&gt;and then they were strolling and tying their hair and wearing minis.&lt;br /&gt;like as if they were damn good.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and i realllllyyyyyyyy love new creation church.&lt;br /&gt;it's the best in the world.:)&lt;br /&gt;it really is.&lt;br /&gt;even hillsong is listening to pastor prince now.&lt;br /&gt;and broadcasted in america.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, all churches are good, as long as they proclaim and spread the good news.&lt;br /&gt;but. anointing is anointing.&lt;br /&gt;it's just different. &lt;br /&gt;we're so different from other ministries.&lt;br /&gt;i sound so ego, but really, i have been to other churches, and let me tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;nothing like new creation.&lt;br /&gt;really really the leaders are very very anointed.&lt;br /&gt;and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;not that im against other churches.&lt;br /&gt;just that i'll always love ncc:)))))&lt;br /&gt;skool's gna fly past yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i love cheena culture:)&lt;br /&gt;and i think my dad looks a teeny bit like pastor dan.&lt;br /&gt;like omg. i can see the uncannyness already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8134098650750021937?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8134098650750021937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=8134098650750021937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8134098650750021937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8134098650750021937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-april-2oo7.html' title='13 april 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5603957986623277763</id><published>2008-04-12T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:54:56.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 april 2oo7</title><content type='html'>geez.&lt;br /&gt;my tights have got holes in them.&lt;br /&gt;and they're new.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;she says i dunno how to wear tights even after so many years of wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for history.&lt;br /&gt;i just love history.&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, i ain't talking about teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and i think that chung cheng boys are damn it freaky.&lt;br /&gt;especially the lower sec guys.&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;especially the sec one guys.&lt;br /&gt;sooo freaky, omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;they were like bullying this poor guy on the bus, and i was literally cornered by them.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. they were joking with him i guess, and they seemed to think it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;so they were like giving each other slaps and punches and strangling each other and spouting vulgars and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;they totally spoil their cchs image please.&lt;br /&gt;the SAP image. &lt;br /&gt;damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;i shant even mention the upper sec.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to the library today.&lt;br /&gt;after that freak incident with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;read this really dark book that's written in a real sarcastic way, but it's horror.&lt;br /&gt;quite horrific.&lt;br /&gt;the scene's set in china and it's about this writer and blood donar that meet everyweek to talk and eat.&lt;br /&gt;yah and the writer's writing a book about stories that he personally recounts.&lt;br /&gt;and about alot of philosophicl issues.&lt;br /&gt;the first story's about this cremator.&lt;br /&gt;and people specially go to him to cremate their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;and he chooses special music for them/&lt;br /&gt;yah and this creep, he's sucha psycho. he loves the looks of the warm clean white bones that come out from the cremator. &lt;br /&gt;and he can't wait to cremate his mum. gosh./&lt;br /&gt;but it's rather cheem. the language he uses.&lt;br /&gt;and the second recount is about this lady.&lt;br /&gt;she's as pretty as any girl that you see on the streets but she is very attractive to men.&lt;br /&gt;and she had a relationship with this painter whom she loves alot.&lt;br /&gt;but like the usual, the painter broke up with her.&lt;br /&gt;and i think she was like a hostess or something.&lt;br /&gt;so she wanted to perform.&lt;br /&gt;and what did she want to perform? &lt;br /&gt;suicide.&lt;br /&gt;gosh and the director was just like, oh that'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;and she wanted the tickets to be like one buck?&lt;br /&gt;and in return for that act, she only wanted one ticket, for the painter.&lt;br /&gt;and the freaky thing is, she wasn't even scared.&lt;br /&gt;there was the audience, and she was in the court, and she started making all those actions to startle the tiger, and the tiger pranced on her, and started devouring her.&lt;br /&gt;she actually enjoyed the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;they described it all.&lt;br /&gt;rather sexually inclined though.&lt;br /&gt;and she was really proud when she saw that the painter was actually so horrified.&lt;br /&gt;cause she wanted his attention.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, she died in the end. contented.&lt;br /&gt;but there are alot of stories on mistresses and vulgars and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;went to bugis street which is so humid.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'll ever go there again.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had a soya icecream which is uber good.&lt;br /&gt;it's low sugar and fat and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;yah but i didn't eat it for that matter of fact/&lt;br /&gt;i ate it cause i wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;it's good.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance club is a little like a hierachy at times.&lt;br /&gt;seriously literally. &lt;br /&gt;actually i shouldnt be writing this down.&lt;br /&gt;but. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;if you're good, you get the top roles.&lt;br /&gt;if you suck, or if she doesn't like your style, you'll just get some weird part, like one second in the production, or be a reserve and waste time or do lighting.&lt;br /&gt;the world's so realitised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is a vid sung by rufus wainwright. was listening to it during art.&lt;br /&gt;it's ulu ok. the way they filmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,&lt;br /&gt;They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,&lt;br /&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They call me on and on across the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,&lt;br /&gt;They stumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Through my open mind inciting and inviting me.&lt;br /&gt;Limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns,&lt;br /&gt;And calls me on and on across the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Deva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5603957986623277763?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5603957986623277763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=5603957986623277763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5603957986623277763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5603957986623277763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/geez.html' title='12 april 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5919677386149792273</id><published>2008-04-12T10:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:38:54.995+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's all gloomy and yellowy brown.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why, but the sky is overcast, but i don't understand why it looks brown.&lt;br /&gt;ha but anyway, i love this weather.&lt;br /&gt;and the lights are not on, so it's really dark and quiet in the house right now.&lt;br /&gt;and the wind is blowing really serenely.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didnt regret going for planetshakers, even though everyone was like dont go dont go, go for dg.&lt;br /&gt;i like to oppose people. that's just an aspect of me.:)&lt;br /&gt;but i must say it was good.&lt;br /&gt;planet wasn't that well received compared to hillsong, and i wasn't really famliar with the song, except the one that they always start with and the one that goes"jump jump!". and rain down, which was real good.:)&lt;br /&gt;and the ending one.&lt;br /&gt;haha but tim hughes was omg.&lt;br /&gt;his voice is so gooood.&lt;br /&gt;he sounds a little like maroon five.&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, he was just one person singing and the response was super good.&lt;br /&gt;one way, happy day, mighty to save, jesus saves and here i am to worship.:)))))))&lt;br /&gt;haha the band people look alittle weird weird but they're cool okayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;haha real cool. like the ps drummer. he looks quite scary..&lt;br /&gt;and the guitarist with tim hughes.&lt;br /&gt;lol he looks a nit like he's not enjoying himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5919677386149792273?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5919677386149792273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=5919677386149792273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5919677386149792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/5919677386149792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-gloomy-and-yellowy-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2152663581761910236</id><published>2008-04-10T17:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:15:29.245+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel accomplished about my ballet exam.&lt;br /&gt;i sound so ego but it's true. &lt;br /&gt;i did my best and yeah, no matter what i get, it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;but it was fun you'll have to say.&lt;br /&gt;i've never enjoyed enjoyed a ballet exam so much.&lt;br /&gt;today was quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was gna be late.&lt;br /&gt;cause i missed the usual bus that i'd take and the next three buses which came, and took a real long time were all sardined packed.&lt;br /&gt;so i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt wanna take a cab. and when i got on 31, finally, and got to school, i was horrendously shocked to find no one walking into the school gates.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out that the music was still playing.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that i got quite abit to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;cannot imagine not going to school for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;especially since the cas are coming.&lt;br /&gt;miss pang told xinyi that miss shamala(shymala is so hard) that the examiner told her that we, as in miss shamala's student's have to work on our arch.&lt;br /&gt;and xinyi's partnering this girl called rene whom think i know, judging from her description.:)&lt;br /&gt;i am very sure that the overall av of miss pang's girls is gna be higher than miss shamala's. trust me, i know what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;i have seen miss pang's girls and compared.&lt;br /&gt;math remedial was gooooood. quite good. yup. i really think mr yap is very dedicated to teaching.&lt;br /&gt;you should see him grin with expectance whenever he tells us funny stuff or how to solve math stuff using his corny stories:)&lt;br /&gt;im quite tired actually.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just end here.&lt;br /&gt;love. i dunno what to expect frm planetshakers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live the let go life babyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2152663581761910236?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2152663581761910236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-8842924866563341172</id><published>2008-04-09T17:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:06:21.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyoooo! i feel very very accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;cause of ballet exam, partially and also because of something else.&lt;br /&gt;something which i would never have dared to do.:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ballet exam was so fun:)&lt;br /&gt;i just love the smell of the spray they use, and the pins scrapping your scalp and then the ribbons and pins and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;and the fun you get when the door opens and you see the examiner.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. but really it's just so cool and yeah i can say i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, technique is one thing, but it's more meaningful to enjoy the exam, because you paid to do it. not to get stressed up over it.&lt;br /&gt;haha examiner was quite nice, but i shall not describe her lest i spoil the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i had fun:))))))&lt;br /&gt;miss shymala was nice today for once. xp&lt;br /&gt;and really, the waiting room is da best to be in.&lt;br /&gt;all da commotion. some people getting stressed up, some crying, some laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel intrigued sitting down and watching them.&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know what? charmaine has got the coolest mum.&lt;br /&gt;her mum resembles the examiner. and she wears black stockings and pretty dresses and heels and is awefullly nice.&lt;br /&gt;went for ballet after that at school.&lt;br /&gt;damn freaky to see people i know and classmates&lt;br /&gt;omgoshhhhhh. hahah miss chiam's ballet class was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;just that i felt weird being the only one with hair all gelled up:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really wish our school had mass dance or run.&lt;br /&gt;super cool. like cgs, then all the girls run like damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;or dance in curriculum time.:) coolsome.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really son't understand why people want triple science so much. i'd rather arts stream anyday.&lt;br /&gt;this is how we overcome:)&lt;br /&gt;jesus is faithful in all ways:)&lt;br /&gt;accomplished and i feel like im on top of the world:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planet shakers, dg or ballet class?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8842924866563341172?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8842924866563341172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=8842924866563341172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8842924866563341172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8842924866563341172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/heyoooo-i-feel-very-very-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-995837385996399982</id><published>2008-04-08T18:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:23:34.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am happy:) cause i feel real accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;kindof. even though i have gallons of work to do, and i ought to be doing em now.&lt;br /&gt;legacy was gooood. mrs lim neo seemed to like history.&lt;br /&gt;had fun doing the poster which turned out crappy.&lt;br /&gt;home ec was fun too. did the test and eggs experiment, which was kind of messy.&lt;br /&gt;our poached egg turned out like some crap. the yolk was raw.&lt;br /&gt;but our scrambled egg was like macs, pro right.&lt;br /&gt;miss seah damn fussy leh. and very naggy too.&lt;br /&gt;so stress already she still want to say what we need to add in stuff from text book and must do this and that, even though she approved it last week.&lt;br /&gt;i bet she doesnt know what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;cmps was very stressful. no idea at all. &lt;br /&gt;chinese was average. the tcher's in a better mood today.:)&lt;br /&gt;music was boring. i rather study history or something.&lt;br /&gt;haha and history was good. &lt;br /&gt;but i think we're lagging. i want to move on to other chapters.&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't fail or i think i wont fail for time based.&lt;br /&gt;actually im not even worried.&lt;br /&gt;im not worried even for math which i totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;im going for planet:) haha but i cant wait for hilsong more. &lt;br /&gt;hillsong da bomb.:) and i hate that irony. &lt;br /&gt;i know im being real ironic here, but i really hate her, cause she's known for her irony. so what? she loves her church so muchos and acts real holy, but then she spouts vulgar words and say bad stuff in front of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;miss chiam is soooo pretty today. she dyed her hiar brunette coloured and she wore this racer back and dance pants. so dancer.:)&lt;br /&gt;quite fun, the dance class.&lt;br /&gt;all the best for ballet exam tomorrow. cross your fingers babes and dudes.&lt;br /&gt;i hate hugs. &lt;br /&gt;and i hurt someone today i think.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i feel accomplished.:)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your light broke through my night&lt;br /&gt;Restored exceeding joy&lt;br /&gt;Your grace fell like the rain&lt;br /&gt;And made this desert live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-995837385996399982?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/995837385996399982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=995837385996399982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/995837385996399982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/995837385996399982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-happy-cause-i-feel-real-accomplish.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-4715811412413262705</id><published>2008-04-05T20:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:13:13.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for dare.&lt;br /&gt;yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel like posting a long one today:)&lt;br /&gt;morning, woke up by laura's sms. sheesh, she wakes up at 6.45 to run.&lt;br /&gt;went to suntec intending to kunch with her and grace.&lt;br /&gt;i walked to marina, but then i didnt know how to walk to millenia.&lt;br /&gt;so for 15 minutes, i went up and down the stairs, lift, turnabouts, escalators, before i rememebred that you have to walk through the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;lunched at macs and sqeezed fries:)&lt;br /&gt;damn fun. and i love mayo and pepper togther. it looks like mcflurry.&lt;br /&gt;talked about the orphanage. haha freakin nice.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch again. and jump at that part.&lt;br /&gt;did chopping today:) quite fun but messy too.&lt;br /&gt;yups.&lt;br /&gt;and omg some dare people suck like anything.&lt;br /&gt;******* you suck. damn it. you dont even deserve *********.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, chopping was fun.&lt;br /&gt;saw a one seven junior at dare, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;dare was okkk. &lt;br /&gt;i dunno why people like slap stick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;i like witty ones.&lt;br /&gt;anddddd guess what? hillsongs coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhh. i cant wait man.&lt;br /&gt;the rs debrief was so horrid.&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep bumping into him like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;today again. shihui knows abt it, and yah it happened again today.&lt;br /&gt;wth. i want to major in this but im scared seh.&lt;br /&gt;went to grass patch after that.&lt;br /&gt;raining. coach hee jhun talked a bit then we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;yeah eat again. damn bloated.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i didnt eat. after that i was so full it was so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;went to raffles place to walk.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, it's reallllyyyyy good to sing the nobody loves me song.&lt;br /&gt;when youre depressed.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel better yknow.&lt;br /&gt;like reverse psychology.&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;im quite excited but nervous abt ballet exam.&lt;br /&gt;screwy math paper we're getting back soon.&lt;br /&gt;and three exams all on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg kayson and ian are so funneh. i love my dg.:)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2183875261078954272</id><published>2008-04-04T15:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:00:34.198+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports day was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;i sound so childish, but i guess it's okay to be childish once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i noticed was miss su.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help it. it's just that i was looking at that particular area and she happened to be there.&lt;br /&gt;she looks sho cute.&lt;br /&gt;berms which were a little too long, sneakers and adidas tee.&lt;br /&gt;and she tied up her hair.&lt;br /&gt;i love seeing teachers on sports day.&lt;br /&gt;all of them look different.&lt;br /&gt;like miss chiam. first time i saw her wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;national anthem and the loud cheers and screams have kind of hurt my ears.&lt;br /&gt;throbbing and all.&lt;br /&gt;the races were pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;but i loveeee the mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;it's cool ok. except the music was scratchy, probably cause it's an old stadium.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah mrs sew was drowned out.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so funn.&lt;br /&gt;and novelty is way cooler than sports events.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;you get something edible instead of a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure you do know that food is very important.&lt;br /&gt;it's a need.&lt;br /&gt;yah and besides, runners get too much attention liao.&lt;br /&gt;but they deserve it:)&lt;br /&gt;but i think dancers have a harder job.&lt;br /&gt;atheletes like runners can show their emotions and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;dancers have to smile and look like their whole world revolves around the plot.&lt;br /&gt;cheering was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we combined forces with the one seven people.&lt;br /&gt;so it seemed louder.&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading teams were good.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i think the song low is abit overrated.&lt;br /&gt;teachers race was so funneh.&lt;br /&gt;miss su and miss chiam are very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we won the overall championship thingy if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;coolness. and the banner too.&lt;br /&gt;went to macs after that.&lt;br /&gt;honestly i was dying of thirst.&lt;br /&gt;i drank a huge sized coke and i was still thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;went to the library and kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and talking loudly.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep bumping into the PUI guy.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn it scary. these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i keep seeing stuff related to him.&lt;br /&gt;wth. ballet later:)&lt;br /&gt;it's gna be productive, or at least i will try.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to get the pictures from deborah and nicole soon.&lt;br /&gt;sports day in tk's da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;we can be totally ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;i think guys are so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;and wigs are scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;real scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2183875261078954272?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2183875261078954272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2183875261078954272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2183875261078954272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2183875261078954272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/sports-day-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-6123310971832140550</id><published>2008-04-03T18:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:17:58.671+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congrats to tathuey.&lt;br /&gt;for winning the competition:)))&lt;br /&gt;mrs sew is naggy. veleh naggy.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why. suddenly overnight she become so naggy.&lt;br /&gt;she repeated the sports day stuff over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;for five times.&lt;br /&gt;screwy math.&lt;br /&gt;screwy overall coort result. screwy class result.&lt;br /&gt;super noisy at library.&lt;br /&gt;my ear drums were gna burst.&lt;br /&gt;exams coming in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;gta brush up stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even understand the science and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss su looks nice tying her hair.&lt;br /&gt;she looks veleh different but nice in a way.&lt;br /&gt;oral comm was funny.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i shall just say PUI.&lt;br /&gt;and yay miss della didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;which is cool. i hope she doesnt come at all.&lt;br /&gt;our exam excuse letter is finally approved.&lt;br /&gt;finally. alas. yay.&lt;br /&gt;sports day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going,&lt;br /&gt;but im supposed to cam whore or something.&lt;br /&gt;sounds peculiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i learnt a song today,&lt;br /&gt;it goes:&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY LOVES ME&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY HATES ME&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA EAT SOME WORMS.&lt;br /&gt;BIG FAT JUICY WORMS&lt;br /&gt;LONG THIN SKINNY WORMS&lt;br /&gt;ITSY BITSY LITTLE TINY WORMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing aint it.&lt;br /&gt;sing it when you're depressed.&lt;br /&gt;it will do you goooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6123310971832140550?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6123310971832140550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6123310971832140550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/6123310971832140550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/6123310971832140550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/04/congrats-to-tathuey.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-3429503529264156799</id><published>2008-04-02T18:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:03:30.545+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not want miss della tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i want my history period on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i want corner to corner with seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math ca was really tough. the whole cohort found it hard.&lt;br /&gt;or at least the people i talked to.&lt;br /&gt;and mr yap was all "it's so easy, you have to score for this one, the next ca is very hard".&lt;br /&gt;yeah very easy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;im gna fail. downright fail. &lt;br /&gt;i think the chinese teacher is very freaky.&lt;br /&gt;she has like some split personality.&lt;br /&gt;one moment she's all serious, then suddenly she goes "OIIII!" and then she'll ask us to keep quiet and then five seconds later she's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she really likes us or she's just faking it.&lt;br /&gt;history was okok.&lt;br /&gt;our class got the most mediocre punishment as compared to other classes.&lt;br /&gt;miss su talks very fast.&lt;br /&gt;my brain havent finish processing and she's already onto her next line.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, she's damn it popular.&lt;br /&gt;during dance, amelia (the senior) was like i have miss su tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;then the whole barre just shoot questions at her.&lt;br /&gt;altogether.&lt;br /&gt;about miss su. aiyahhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;but you have to admit she's a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;just that she teaches a little too fast.&lt;br /&gt;lit was fun. i loveeeeeee poems. they're so intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. went to do home ec with hoileng. quite hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;went to see the mod dance group.&lt;br /&gt;they look like they're having alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i want to have corner to corner with seniors.&lt;br /&gt;laaaaaaaa. dance was okok.&lt;br /&gt;yah, actually i think the mod group stuff is more tiring. &lt;br /&gt;cause i went yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;dance juniors quite cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;oh i mean sec ones.&lt;br /&gt;quite what to call them juniors right. they're just a year younger.&lt;br /&gt;and the seniors quite nicee also.:)&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;jamie and daphne came back today, i love tj uniform. quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;anddddd people watching us dance today.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel weird when people watch me dance. those that i have never danced in front of especially.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: i lo=ve your marathon walk:)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5107850821406234837</id><published>2008-03-31T18:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:39:55.537+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am an irony in itself seriously.&lt;br /&gt;just like her, except hers is more amusing.&lt;br /&gt;one ply tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;chinese and lit was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt blank out, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;music was so lame. phantom again.&lt;br /&gt;how long have we watched it already?&lt;br /&gt;they should keep it for those post exam activities and not boring us to death with other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;we're not gna do a class shirt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;instead we're doing hairnbands?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i think it'll be cool to go with the moustache flow seh.&lt;br /&gt;and paint on our arm or something.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i saw rachel today.&lt;br /&gt;felt damnit extra lah.&lt;br /&gt;deborah didnt warn me beforehand. some sworn to secrecy thing.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride home from parkway was &lt;em&gt;longgggg&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and the jerking made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;open house was weird. dont ask dont tell.&lt;br /&gt;haha. amelia is so getting on me.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dont ask why either, it's just me being weird again.&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember what i wanted to say. so yeah. just remember to watch bucket list k.&lt;br /&gt;remember to watch bucket list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-7878645888836576101</id><published>2008-03-30T20:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:10:25.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're gna miss yet another history period on friday.&lt;br /&gt;shoot.&lt;br /&gt;open house was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;rahs. i want to be like amelia.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, she has like this ballerina quality about her.&lt;br /&gt;rah. she dance like some minature swan from swan lake.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i must learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;i want more than anything a good distinction.&lt;br /&gt;i suck bad at lit.&lt;br /&gt;i used to do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;but it has now turned into my all time worry.&lt;br /&gt;at least for tomorrow's test.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i didnt watch giselle.&lt;br /&gt;im just so freakin pissed it's not gna be long before i say the f word again.&lt;br /&gt;i want a bestie.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds lame but seriously everyone needs a bestie.&lt;br /&gt;one that'll stay friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;i missss miss wendy.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7878645888836576101?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/7878645888836576101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=7878645888836576101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R-5D2cyopFI/AAAAAAAABdU/D4yhHxp3RLk/s1600-h/hugs%2Btightly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R-5D2cyopFI/AAAAAAAABdU/D4yhHxp3RLk/s200/hugs%2Btightly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183154823870587986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hold me tighter and closer than you've ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to watch the bucket list. sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;april fool's day is a school holiday so dont go to school.&lt;br /&gt;open house is tomorrow. damn shitty.&lt;br /&gt;and yay for cmps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my movie-party-shopping-days.&lt;br /&gt;it has become study-dance-cmps-study-days.&lt;br /&gt;which is kindof cool. kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand how people can go so emo about themselves and write those stuff that i used to think was crap.&lt;br /&gt;they're not crap. they really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reallyyyyy want to change ballet class.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it's the way miss pang teaches, but all her girls are damn it freakin good.&lt;br /&gt;miss shyamala is so unlike her.&lt;br /&gt;she just wastes time by talking and making jokes.&lt;br /&gt;then we waste time. shitty.&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder why my ballet sucks.&lt;br /&gt;actually it's no wonder at all.&lt;br /&gt;but she's one factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1854957168761806905?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1854957168761806905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-1975669393505945717</id><published>2008-03-28T21:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:56:06.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 march 2oo7</title><content type='html'>happy birthday yating.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember it's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hah. i miss dare services seh.&lt;br /&gt;one more week to dare service&lt;br /&gt;and i have decided that i dont wanna watch step up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;center stage is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;besides i dont really know how to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;butttt. i still want to watch my giselle.&lt;br /&gt;and my empress and the warriors.&lt;br /&gt;i know lah, sounds damn lao go right.&lt;br /&gt;but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i can watch it alone.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone would want to watch it.:)&lt;br /&gt;miss shyamala is weird.&lt;br /&gt;she bought the giselle ticket at it's full price, 32 bucks and she left it at home.&lt;br /&gt;the show's tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and she's not going.&lt;br /&gt;crazy right. &lt;br /&gt;rah. im not gna do well this exam.&lt;br /&gt;amelia's gna do so much better.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. my prctice days are pathetic lah.&lt;br /&gt;2 cca days and 2 outside dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;and amelia? she has like SOTA dance classes, junior dance group, and 3 outside ballet classes at loyang, tampines, and hougang.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i very luan now.&lt;br /&gt;i have to do ballet stuff, revise for the lit and math and chinese and goodness knows what. i cant even remmember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1975669393505945717?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1975669393505945717/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4553200054804822243</id><published>2008-03-27T17:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:58:45.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 march 2oo7</title><content type='html'>hellooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i have found that mr yap is a good teacher, really.&lt;br /&gt;he sure explains very well for that matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i like tkgs teachers they way they are.&lt;br /&gt;all different and have weird teaching styles or rules or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;science was fun. it was like returning to our play doh days in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;using plasticine to make atoms- protons, neutrons and electrons.&lt;br /&gt;ours look crappy.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i like the teacher to explain about the text and give us stories and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it's good. not just cram worksheets lor.&lt;br /&gt;art was sucky.&lt;br /&gt;our 2 period art always falls on days where we dont do alot.&lt;br /&gt;andddd alas, just another free period full of crapping.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly i was just kidding abt the miss su issue.&lt;br /&gt;haha, just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 2 hours straight, and i doubt i'll be able to sleep later on.&lt;br /&gt;tatas for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your hand always guide me&lt;br /&gt;guide me &lt;br /&gt;to the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4553200054804822243?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4553200054804822243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7976182700574517241</id><published>2008-03-25T19:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:52:32.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe. today was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;legacy was veleh funny.&lt;br /&gt;made mushroom soop during home ec.&lt;br /&gt;shalyn threw hers away.&lt;br /&gt;i can just imagine what mrs lim neo would have to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;recess was funneh.&lt;br /&gt;what with mr john and mortals and little miss giggles.&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue was pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;i think im missing mdm chee already, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i miss her hair. it's so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;then music.&lt;br /&gt;we watched phantom all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and again. like how long is everyone gna get over their phantom phase.&lt;br /&gt;and stopping humming phantom songs.&lt;br /&gt;history was eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;like really eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzz. i could practically smell my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, moving right along.&lt;br /&gt;im getting over her alright.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am. for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;not who you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;dance was fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha. miss chiam is really funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;im controversing myself.&lt;br /&gt;but yes. she was funneh.&lt;br /&gt;and shihui, i got your lovely mirror with me:)&lt;br /&gt;school's really amusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;zzz. miss shyamala's gone mental.&lt;br /&gt;i think she might kill me if she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, she's such a mountain fanatic that she might might quit ballet for it.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? she says she wants to stay on a mountain called "shyamala mountain" and she's gna marry a guy who can afford her a personal mountain all for herself. and when she dies, on the mountain as well, she's gna be frozen to death, or should i say preserved in ice, in an arabesque position.&lt;br /&gt;what should i say? but haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i reallyyyyy wanna watch giselle.&lt;br /&gt;the producers are so daft, they'll probable earn more if it were in june or march hols.&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself for finishing my tingxie learning.&lt;br /&gt;im gna ace that tingxie exam tomorrow. with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;and the lit exam too, and the math too:))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7976182700574517241?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/7976182700574517241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=7976182700574517241' 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/&gt;seriously it is awesomely cool. even though it's sdt and all.&lt;br /&gt;but i cannnnt. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i just infected quite a number of people with my "orphanage is so cool" weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind watching it again, just to see everyone's reactions.&lt;br /&gt;screaming their head off. at certain parts.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna catch step up two/ too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i heard it's really good cheorography, but the plot sucks like anything.&lt;br /&gt;today was really slow.&lt;br /&gt;not on going or anything. it must be the monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling mundane.&lt;br /&gt;i think the week is gna take a long time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like catching up on revision, even though there's two cas next week.&lt;br /&gt;alas, i've found my interest in lit again.&lt;br /&gt;even though my term one results are the pits.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;blonde jokes are the funniest things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there was this dumb blonde who went to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor: hmmm... you need to take a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;dumb blonde: oh noooooo! i hate having to take exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i find it funny. so does athena.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda mean today.&lt;br /&gt;betcha anything i made someone feel downright upset.&lt;br /&gt;but im not proud of it or what lah.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;butttt sometimes i just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got the news that maybe miss shyamala is gna quit ballet teaching to climb mountains. yes, i think she's serious. so maybe it'll be miss pang. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;stop acting weird. stop it. stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're such an attention seeker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-8639854374889738685</id><published>2008-03-21T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:40:24.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont dance with a distinction mindset. dance with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;and just give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;it's your passion and fire that matters, and not just technique itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmhmm. went to leisure park today intending to iceskate, but ended up watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;pretty disappointing, as i wanted to watch step up, but the showtimes were far too late to catch.&lt;br /&gt;so i watched the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;and well, i went home not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;it's a touching kind of horror story, so see the contrast.&lt;br /&gt;and kinda freaky too. i shant spoil the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;went to some jap restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONWEI! &lt;br /&gt;i realise that there are many march babies around.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camels are the loveeeee/ aka athena's most talked-about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the reason that i live,&lt;br /&gt;the reason that i sing,&lt;br /&gt;with all i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8639854374889738685?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7866398228994972887</id><published>2008-03-20T17:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:51:04.912+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was super super high today.&lt;br /&gt;and laughing continuously in class was the result of that.&lt;br /&gt;i was wide awake in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;cause i had eight proper hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i find that i do concentrate more in class.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall try my very best not to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;went to a few blogshops in the morning, and shihui decided that she's gna buy a mirror from my senior's shop, one which i liked very much. alot.&lt;br /&gt;oral comm was fun. im sorry athena! could tell that you were kinda pissed and your face was like change color. yep. but i must say i did have fun being the travel agent.&lt;br /&gt;camels' stampede in the sahara.&lt;br /&gt;math was good. at least i understood what mr yap was talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;pe was kinda boring. i expected a better mass dance. yeah, i think cause mrs kong isn't around anymore.. miss kuah is a veleh cute tcher. the sec ones really loveee her please.&lt;br /&gt;recess. went to find kailing. and shihui got a discount of 3 bucks. cool.&lt;br /&gt;haha. seniors are pretty easy going i guess.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everyone was like walking around in circles, and i wanted to go down badly, so i just shouted at deborah, while jumping and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;art was boring. we're just gna do Adobe this whole term, which is sucky.&lt;br /&gt;and miss della is pregnant. congrats man.&lt;br /&gt;science was confusing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand anything about atoms.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and assembly was funny.&lt;br /&gt;we saboed the teachers, and that is, miss su, and miss chiam.&lt;br /&gt;actually we only sabo-ed miss su, cause three classes kept screaming for her.&lt;br /&gt;and she was just there smiling at us for a longgg time, until our voice became hoarse then she went up, lugging miss chiam with her.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. super cute. and miss chiam wanted to tag miss ang with her, but miss ang too strong.&lt;br /&gt;but miss chiam looked cute playing the drum.&lt;br /&gt;miss su was very bored. i think she was super shy.&lt;br /&gt;she kept looking down at the cymbals or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;then she waited for miss chiam before going off together with miss chiam.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. miss foo so poorthing seh.&lt;br /&gt;after school was highness highness and more highness.&lt;br /&gt;high-ness.&lt;br /&gt;shoot. my progress report is screwy. my parents didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, they never do say anything.&lt;br /&gt;and i dropped like super alot.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to work harderrrr.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, choir's coming back tomorrow. i really want to hear what they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SOOMIN, ATHENA AND NICOLE!&lt;br /&gt;21st, 22nd, and 23rd consecutively.:)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come live in me&lt;br /&gt;all my life&lt;br /&gt;take over&lt;br /&gt;come breathe in me&lt;br /&gt;and i will rise&lt;br /&gt;on eagle's wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7866398228994972887?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/7866398228994972887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=7866398228994972887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with chocolates inside to cheer us up.&lt;br /&gt;school's really tiring. i nearly fell asleep during math, and my eyes kept tearing.&lt;br /&gt;yayness. there's not gna be any more cheena this week.&lt;br /&gt;and i finished all my homework!&lt;br /&gt;like how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;science was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i actually understood what miss chiam said, which was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;miss chiam is veleh close to miss su.&lt;br /&gt;and miss su is supposedly her best friend, according to her.&lt;br /&gt;history.&lt;br /&gt;yellow. yellow. and more yellow.&lt;br /&gt;yellow specs and yelow shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and i had yellow foolscap, yellow egg, and yellow history file.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think it was miss su's twin that came in today.&lt;br /&gt;deborah and nawirah think so too.&lt;br /&gt;so crappy, but yeah, no heels, weird voice, and different specs.&lt;br /&gt;how weird is that.&lt;br /&gt;lit was terribly boring.&lt;br /&gt;i think miss low makes a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she's more awake. with a better voice.&lt;br /&gt;ate roti prata for lunch with hoileng and nadiarah and debs&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i was like super gluttoness please.&lt;br /&gt;dance was good.&lt;br /&gt;as in i sweated alittle, which means that it must have used up my energy, which means it's good lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the dance juniors are cute.&lt;br /&gt;quite. there's this junior that keeps saying hi to me, four times in a day already and keeps talking.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lol. alot of ppl think i went to italy.&lt;br /&gt;and they asked me on msn. i dont look like a song bird do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you suck so much, you suck so bad. crazy nincompoop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1929541908953636752?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-8339704641616922459</id><published>2008-03-18T18:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:26:56.849+07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 march 2oo8</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;im back.&lt;br /&gt;school's not bad, since i finally am starting to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;home ec today was cool.&lt;br /&gt;cause i made a miss su biskuit.&lt;br /&gt;shall not bother elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;cheena was really fun too.&lt;br /&gt;and this teacher is so much better, i can't actually emphasise.&lt;br /&gt;at least she doesn't stress ppl up that much.&lt;br /&gt;ahemahem. one of the top killers in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;miss su came in after last period.to go through the history worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;heh. she's veleh weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;talked to some juniors before dance.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny lah they all.&lt;br /&gt;haha. as usual it was just like usual.&lt;br /&gt;routine everything. even though she says we're doing different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sec ones really crazy over miss kuah,&lt;br /&gt;they know her msn and everything.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;mrs sew was really funny today morning.&lt;br /&gt;that image keeps popping back.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;i miss dare service already.&lt;br /&gt;and hillsong's coming in like 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;coolio. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cutest thing ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8339704641616922459?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8339704641616922459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4413758002178365405</id><published>2008-03-14T21:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:23:26.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna go italy!!!!!!!! i bet they're having fun now in their hotel and everything.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i want to have overseas trips.:)&lt;br /&gt;had cheerleading heats today.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was rather good, considering nearly half of our squad(?) didn't turn up. and we cheorographed and recheorographed for many items within an hour. so yeah pretty pretty good. except it was too soft. that was the comment i got. anyway, quite messy for the class cheer. but i still hold hopes of getting in:) hahah. but the judges were super scary, i didn't dare look at them seh. mrs sew, miss foo(main judge) and miss ng.&lt;br /&gt;ballet. was super late by 45 minutes. but anyway, class was gooooood. &lt;br /&gt;i sweated like alot. i duno why, but i just find it gross. like it's in the genes or something. michelle accidentally touched my back, and her whole arm was dripping with my sweat, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, time flies by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;it's already the end of the week. almost. &lt;br /&gt;it just went by in a flash. and you've guessed it. my homework is uncompleted. it's always like that. but i dont intend to try breaking the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare service is tomorrow. i really want pastor dan to preach. he hasn't preached for eons. and also because it'll probably be his last dare service.:(&lt;br /&gt;lowlowlowlowlowlowlow.xp&lt;br /&gt;i realise that a smile can break or make a heart.&lt;br /&gt;i have photos but i dont feel like posting em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4413758002178365405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4413758002178365405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-go-italy-i-bet-theyre-having.html' title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9qKLSREIII/AAAAAAAABdI/8b5XNOk__Mg/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-1702290593416602614</id><published>2008-03-13T17:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:42:55.304+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooooo jealous.&lt;br /&gt;choir flying off tonight to italy. to roll down the venice river and inhale in the sights.&lt;br /&gt;they're actually flying there for a competition, but well well, im just jealous. make that green with envy. literally green.&lt;br /&gt;they get to miss lessons. while i have crap stuff to handle.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. the weather's making me feel really strange. guess that's whats meant by under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird weather. it's been raining gallons, in march. which is supposedly supposed to be spring, where all flowers bloom, and animals come out of their homes. sunshine and greenest of pastures. and loadsa love.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose you can find love in winter, but it'll be very much from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;i watched the leap years. it's really nice. nice is the most inappropriate word i must say. more like touching. but then again, it doesn't confine the whole of the story plot. i cant think of a word. anyway, that's not the main point. the main point is, that ananda is hot. yes yes, watch and you'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;ballet class today was wired. wired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRQyREIDI/AAAAAAAABcg/qUYCrXxdx-U/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRQyREIDI/AAAAAAAABcg/qUYCrXxdx-U/s200/poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177188226708021298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven. that's where i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;a leap of love is all you'll need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRSREIEI/AAAAAAAABco/pXrIwgfuogE/s1600-h/servers+nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRSREIEI/AAAAAAAABco/pXrIwgfuogE/s200/servers+nite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177188235297955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRiREIFI/AAAAAAAABcw/a3KbpAPIbDA/s1600-h/servers+nite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRiREIFI/AAAAAAAABcw/a3KbpAPIbDA/s200/servers+nite2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177188239592923218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRyREIGI/AAAAAAAABc4/gbdhncEnArA/s1600-h/servers+nite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRRyREIGI/AAAAAAAABc4/gbdhncEnArA/s200/servers+nite3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177188243887890530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRSCREIHI/AAAAAAAABdA/EZjk5twYQa8/s1600-h/servers+nite4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRSCREIHI/AAAAAAAABdA/EZjk5twYQa8/s200/servers+nite4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177188248182857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from servers night. you can already guess the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice would it be, to be locked out from the whole world, into yet another world, a world of books. to encover the treasures in those distinctively musty smelling pages. of course, there must be a fireplace and popcorn and all. dont ask me where i got that idea from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R9kRQyREIDI/AAAAAAAABcg/qUYCrXxdx-U/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-5755096687999243275</id><published>2008-03-11T12:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:44:22.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 march 2oo7</title><content type='html'>happy birthday ian!&lt;br /&gt;i cant resist blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun, even when no one reads your blog.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it makes it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;you can talk senseless things to yourself, or just hurl abuse.&lt;br /&gt;okay, pretend i didnt say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ace history. i reallyyyyyy want to ace history.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to get my leg up higher.&lt;br /&gt;that guy from center stage is hot.&lt;br /&gt;the brunette of course. a guy brunette.&lt;br /&gt;he is sizzling. especially when he dances.&lt;br /&gt;the moves are so clear, clean, shaved and concised.&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot. i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably spend the rest of the afternoon recking my brains away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5755096687999243275?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5755096687999243275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-6579778244475730953</id><published>2008-03-10T18:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:19:14.164+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 march 2oo8</title><content type='html'>i really love blogging.&lt;br /&gt;it's so addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6579778244475730953?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6579778244475730953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6579778244475730953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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stumble again, &lt;br /&gt;still im caught in your grace.&lt;br /&gt;everlasting your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;neverending your glory goes beyond all fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed. failed. and failed.&lt;br /&gt;but He will catch me when i fall and carry me on His shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;amidst all my imperfections, amidst all my troubles, amidst the storms and darknesses, &lt;br /&gt;grace amazing i find.&lt;br /&gt;i'll run back to my first love.&lt;br /&gt;jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come running to the mercy seat, where all darkness fades beyond the horizon of twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions questions flooding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epidemic going around in class.&lt;br /&gt;8 people absent on friday and many more sick.&lt;br /&gt;just glad that the blood of jesus protects me.&lt;br /&gt;by His stripes, im not healed, because im already well.&lt;br /&gt;yup, and really, nothing has happened to me so far.&lt;br /&gt;whilst everyone is complaining of headaches and fever and sore throats.&lt;br /&gt;my jesus protects me. &lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is, i've been sitting next to people with flu for the past few days, at home, on buses and trains.&lt;br /&gt;literally, everywhere i go, i hear sneezes, coughs, and people blowing their noses.&lt;br /&gt;as gross as it may be, i know and know that i'll never get infected.&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanted to say that new creation church is the da bombzx.&lt;br /&gt;anointed leaders and pastors, under the cosy refuge of the rock auditorium with family, it just speaks love and care.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, and excitement and laughter and disco lights and jumping and coolsome worship leaders(ahemahem).&lt;br /&gt;i love my church so much.:)&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the feet of jesus with anointed pastors is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-4866823669739595080</id><published>2008-03-01T21:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:59:30.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 march 2oo7</title><content type='html'>ahoy there mateys!(did i spell it correct?)&lt;br /&gt;heh, im suppose to blog about zhuanmei:) and her watermelon equals retard thing, so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;today was quite sian actually, even though there was dare.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;anw, for all those who like reading about my "inspirational posts" i.e about life and stuff and not about random things, like zhuanmei would say, then ask me personally for my link. it's a multiply.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i ate alot of sweet stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;geez. there were the jelly beans and the chewy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to coach shanti and charissa at marina there.&lt;br /&gt;shanti is like very easily tickled please:)&lt;br /&gt;heheh. i still want tutu kuehs.&lt;br /&gt;and i snatched sean goh's seat away.&lt;br /&gt;he was pretty dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy something from a blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw a super good book at popular today.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know, strangest place to find good books.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it's the high class kind of popular, at suntec there.&lt;br /&gt;the book is so good, but it's 30 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;i think hsienfa is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4866823669739595080?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-2945579341435324896</id><published>2008-02-29T21:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:12:03.942+07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>heh. &lt;strong&gt;happy leap day y'all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;sort of lah.&lt;br /&gt;history period was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;miss su was talking about small pox and there and then at that point(pun unintended), she had two bullet points on her forehead and chin cause of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just there laughing my head off.&lt;br /&gt;camel with small pox.&lt;br /&gt;and miss su was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh can she explain. i just asked her one question, and she rattled on for five minutes, going overtime. and she's very clear, so i understand what she said.&lt;br /&gt;but i think my emglish was a lil gramatically unsound.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, but then how the people know to come to singapore?&lt;br /&gt;gosh. haha. &lt;br /&gt;cmps was a terror. mrs lim ate into our recess. eeyererrrr.&lt;br /&gt;hheheh. cheerleading was so high.&lt;br /&gt;we used the we're dancing song, and we repeated everything three times.&lt;br /&gt;oh and the science centre thingy was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;vivian is so funny, i almost died laughing man.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, asking miss chiam to do us a favour, to ask that uncle to come down from the rope cause we wanna climb.&lt;br /&gt;the uncle is a machine btw, and miss chiam asked us to pull his leg.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha, and vivian seriously made me laugh all the way till pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it was super cool that we sat together to eat tutu kuehs:)&lt;br /&gt;the mumies thing was super good.&lt;br /&gt;and vivian fell asleep. like what irony.&lt;br /&gt;ballet was cool. good, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;but velly hot. anw, my hair was super neat today im so proud.i wanna watch step up.&lt;br /&gt;aw, i forgot waht i wanna say, so i end here yup.&lt;br /&gt;watch step up.:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know what? i saved up quite abit of money and i dunno what to spend it on.&lt;br /&gt;heheh. really, i wanted to buy something, but i forgot what. and anw, i have to do this crappy total defence poster which is like over, so crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2945579341435324896?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2945579341435324896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2945579341435324896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cool.&lt;br /&gt;even though im using that for cmps.&lt;br /&gt;irony.&lt;br /&gt;heh, made people laugh today with my shakelicious hair.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everyone's cmps topic is quite quite ironic.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wnated to say again.&lt;br /&gt;okay, but i have to say that my stm is getting better really.&lt;br /&gt;oh manzxzx. i just realised that. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;praise jesus mans.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i love this song. it almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me you like it too.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/puWWcSmh1b0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/puWWcSmh1b0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-6325141964034438602</id><published>2008-02-28T17:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:59:24.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>hallo!&lt;br /&gt;choir's performing today:) all the best man, the songbirds!&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;cause there's dance class:) i desperately need to move.&lt;br /&gt;and some mummies thing.&lt;br /&gt;okay cool. i lovvveeee marine parade library.&lt;br /&gt;i need people to mug there with me:)&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, maybe not mug.&lt;br /&gt;oh sheesh, i just realised that three minutes is a longgg time.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just asking miss kuah if they will deduct if we go a litte over.&lt;br /&gt;hehh. our cheorography's only one minute plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; to know your name, the world your only son for us, to know your name, to live within the saviour's love, you took my place, knowing he'd be crucified, you loved, cause you loved, the people undeserving.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6325141964034438602?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6325141964034438602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6325141964034438602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;the muffins at recess were good. really yummy:)&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i think i sound gluttonous.&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;really, i think she has a really weird temperament.&lt;br /&gt;like she can just change from being happy to scolding.&lt;br /&gt;but it was funny:)&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the mummies thing on friday.&lt;br /&gt;it's awesommmmme.&lt;br /&gt;i hate AV duty. although it is slack.&lt;br /&gt;need to be a bit more zidong.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, speaking of slack, it feels weird to have just two cca classes per week.&lt;br /&gt;plus ballet is four.&lt;br /&gt;which is totally little.&lt;br /&gt;i need to brush up on my technique, and learn how to commit stuff to memory FAST.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that if miss chiam keeps pointing out your mistakes, it should mean she sees potential in you?&lt;br /&gt;if she plain ignores you, i think it either means you rock at dance or she doesn't like you.&lt;br /&gt;am i sounding a little ridiculous? yes, i should think so.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have more time to dance.&lt;br /&gt;people in sota have dance everyday for two hours!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they can do quadruple turns just after two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;cca today was mainly barre as well as lectureS.&lt;br /&gt;miss foo gave us a lecture about our hair and attire and scolded the sec ones for not zidong. miss chiam gave us a motivating lecture to motivate us.&lt;br /&gt;was affected by miss chiam but not miss foo. strange isn't it, cause miss foo was way louder.&lt;br /&gt;whee! im super happy that there's no more cheena for four days.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of cheena, alot of people think i look cheena.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they had a collaboration who knows.&lt;br /&gt;heh. but i don't think i look cheena if i let down fringe.&lt;br /&gt;and i look like an interactor?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the people that knew me well said that.&lt;br /&gt;the rest said i looked like a dancer(phewwww.)&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading is turning out fine.&lt;br /&gt;good thing we only needa do 3 minutes worth for the heats part.&lt;br /&gt;but i got the stuff already.&lt;br /&gt;history today was a real bore.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i think history is gna be a real bore throughout.&lt;br /&gt;i yawned "n times"(something miss chiam likes saying...)&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that keeps me awake is miss su's voice.&lt;br /&gt;so funneh. &lt;br /&gt;charissa's so sweet. she's a really good dgl too:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and nehe smsed me like during recess to ask if i was having recess.&lt;br /&gt;i replied and he said nvm.&lt;br /&gt;how weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;ok, lit was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i was like laughing throguthout the witch part.&lt;br /&gt;macbeth is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;"live you? or are you  on it?"&lt;br /&gt;"your beards forbade me to interpret that you are women"&lt;br /&gt;and lots of weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he sounds like he's talking to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the juniors are okok.&lt;br /&gt;the modern juniors are more chatty.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. i really wanna go to miss pang's class.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that michelle says that i'll be hated if i go, regardless of if im good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i really want to dance my very best.&lt;br /&gt;dance is about pushing yourself to the limits to the very best you can to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, your passion counts too. but that's the causal factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2172520350383785063?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2172520350383785063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2172520350383785063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's like cheorographer's block.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, maybe i shouldn't even call myself "cheorographer".&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go for a school camp.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to one in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;wee.&lt;br /&gt;i am making muffins tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;let's hope that they turn out as good as famous amos muffins.&lt;br /&gt;then i can sell them for, how much is it again?&lt;br /&gt;i do not remember.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i will be seeing my juniors tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds lame, for most of you all have gotten your juniors already.&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for the lonesome ones please.&lt;br /&gt;heh. i have to go for dance tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;must show chiam the cheorography.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, melissa the senior is really nice:)&lt;br /&gt;then i will see my ballet juniors on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;then i have some mummies thing on friday.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really do not like miss su.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how ridiculous is it to like a tcher? huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;yup. periodic.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so lame.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, found out some juicy news too:)&lt;br /&gt;maybe not so juicy, but still.&lt;br /&gt;miss ang was once a pianist at marine parade crestar. which is uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;she played for miss lee.(:&lt;br /&gt;heh. and miss su was from band.&lt;br /&gt;i love chicken sandwiches to the core.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have to say that i have not done well for math.&lt;br /&gt;mdm chee has a split personality.&lt;br /&gt;and my mortal has not written back to me in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;how's that for a record?&lt;br /&gt;i want to run faster.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to learn &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;A&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;S&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to learn how to make skins.&lt;br /&gt;macbeth today was funny.&lt;br /&gt;and had a free period for music, and this mdm maggie goh took us. &lt;br /&gt;she's pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;gosh did i mention that scotch whiskey fudge is da bombz?&lt;br /&gt;it's so coincidental how i always see tchers that im talking about or thinking about all the time. weirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love blogging i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a space for me to organise my thoughts and feelings.:)&lt;br /&gt;i brush my teeth and comb my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2408164297138979765?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2408164297138979765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2408164297138979765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and dance and dance. heh.&lt;br /&gt;something like SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;i am so envious of them.&lt;br /&gt;my friend told me that they dance everyday, for 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;i only dance 2-4 hours every week at school.&lt;br /&gt;compare and contrast.&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna top the SYF list please.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go OBS.&lt;br /&gt;my mum tells me that it is super fun, and the adventure of your life.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, she's refering to the 21 day OBS, which she PAID to do.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno about the 4 day 3 night one.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to go all the same. it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i love phantom of the opera.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i created a multiply account.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably post there more often, and i'll put the link up when it's more filled up.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4853700813220843844?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4226894627547149071</id><published>2008-02-23T15:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:58:24.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>heh. i really need to do crunches.&lt;br /&gt;i think they're really fun.&lt;br /&gt;had porridge for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;porridge is the love mans. &lt;br /&gt;i love the fact that a simple meal, just plain porridge with olive vegetables can taste so good. i reckon it's better than any delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;went to golden landmark in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;it's a gigantic maze. especially if you have not been there for ages.&lt;br /&gt;you just keep going round and round this building which is not a regular kind of shape.&lt;br /&gt;finally i found it. because of the unmistakeable "ding!" which the door always makes.&lt;br /&gt;that shop is perpetually crowded.&lt;br /&gt;one group of people were buying fans.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't find the black leotard with coloured stripes that i wanted to buy...:(&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway, i bought my ballet shoes. the ones that i need for exam.&lt;br /&gt;bugis is a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;you meet all kinds of people there, including ones that you know.&lt;br /&gt;so make sure you look alright.&lt;br /&gt;i bumped into almost eight people today there.&lt;br /&gt;headed to the library.&lt;br /&gt;i like the library, especially the one there.&lt;br /&gt;it's different from other libraries.&lt;br /&gt;went over to bugis junction.&lt;br /&gt;and did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i like the things in diva. they're really cute.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw a few hot cars on the road, including a rolls royce which is like the bombx.&lt;br /&gt;yay. dance juniors coming in next week. can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5936026753518912669</id><published>2008-02-22T21:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:06:03.215+07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i feel so so so much better after dance class.&lt;br /&gt;wow. my bad vibes are like gone.&lt;br /&gt;i just love dance. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fast learner, i have to get accustomed to the steps first.&lt;br /&gt;but i love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;i love ballet, and it's strict rigid techniques.&lt;br /&gt;i love hiphop, and it's sleek movements.&lt;br /&gt;i love jazz, with it's fluid like gestures.&lt;br /&gt;i love indian hiphop(michelle was teaching me), it's damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;dance is rejuveinating. &lt;br /&gt;i just love letting my body flow.&lt;br /&gt;not the best dancer ever. not anna pavlova,not margot fonteyn.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? &lt;strong&gt;it's not about your skills but about your love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to fall in love with character. &lt;br /&gt;the stylishness of it. the rhythms. gossshhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;heh. i just love it. i love music, i love moving. &lt;br /&gt;michelle and the rest were giving me christian names.&lt;br /&gt;michelle wanted to call me kate.&lt;br /&gt;but miss shymala thinks i look more like a cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;i am addicted to muffinsssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so down and out this week.&lt;br /&gt;eveything just wasn't going my way.&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't know how to react, and i ended up hurting others. amd hurting myself too.&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanted to break down and cry a few times in class.&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't want things to turn out the way it did in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;yup. but today was different. im sorry i can't phrase it properly, but when i was on the bus ride to pasir ris, and the train ride as well, jesus just showed me so much. sososo much, and i just felt his deep peace came in and overwhelm me. i felt like crying at that time too, but it wasn't like the previous one. instead it was more like tears of delight and of the awareness that jesus is with me.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt him drawing nearer to me, and holding me close in his embrace. there was such great hope in me. to feel him, let him consume me in all of his grace.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, that feeling is sosososo good. and way shiok-er than any thing.&lt;br /&gt;and to look at the rain drizzles on the glass pane, it reminds me of jesus in the way that i love so much.&lt;br /&gt;so refreshing, so cool.. there's just something that i can't describe about rain that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R77jnH04qvI/AAAAAAAABcQ/TtoJiH-y5A0/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R77jnH04qvI/AAAAAAAABcQ/TtoJiH-y5A0/s200/love.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169819683523177202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hugs me and embraces me, and draws me close to Him. never let me go, my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R77jnn04qwI/AAAAAAAABcY/jYS7xlG_5Gw/s1600-h/yourhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R77jnn04qwI/AAAAAAAABcY/jYS7xlG_5Gw/s200/yourhands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169819692113111810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see His love for you. the tenderness between a father and a young child. nothing in the world disturbs you. just with daddy, on the same boat as you, no storms worry you.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i think im actualy gonna cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the power of the cross &lt;br /&gt;the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;tender loving grace.&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of His love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never desert your girlfriends for any guy. it's just not worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5936026753518912669?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/5936026753518912669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=5936026753518912669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-814517589440466584</id><published>2008-02-22T15:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:18:38.602+07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i WILL try to turn over a new leaf. &lt;br /&gt;im so sorry i annoyed you, you, you and some other "you"s.&lt;br /&gt;but i really tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anw, today was a trigger laugh day.&lt;br /&gt;first it was mrs sew.&lt;br /&gt;she went up to the platform and rattled off some sports heats stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and then she said "thank you class" and then err"thank you girls, and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;omg i almost died laughing. not at her lah, but at her "thank you class". you should know i mean no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do all tchers take so long to mark papers? &lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmps was horrid. our project is going nowhere. and my brain hurts so bad doing that. the word "underlying problem" is ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geog. omg man, i got away with it. not bringing geog file.&lt;br /&gt;so cooool. i mean, it's either you tell her straight or you don't right.&lt;br /&gt;and she was walking down my row, whoa but she stopped at xinyi's table and walked back to her desk. omg man, im so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made someone angry after school, for reasons that were not true at all.&lt;br /&gt;geez. as in this person thought that i was talking bad about her, which i wasn't. i really wasn't talking bad about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munchy. i bought like one donut, and when i went to pay, the lady was like thirteen dollars. and then i went "what?" and she was like thirteen dollars. lol. until the person next to her was like, it's one thirty. hahahaha. i burst out laughing too. it's just funny to me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fridays. i just go home, and i knock out and sleep for two hours before ballet class. it's a good day. although this week was very rough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-814517589440466584?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/814517589440466584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=814517589440466584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/814517589440466584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/814517589440466584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and again)&lt;br /&gt;so, sorry to all i've been mean to or antagonized.&lt;br /&gt;i know this week i've been like super mean about cheerleading and sports day stuff and duct tapes and everything.&lt;br /&gt;it's a phase okayyyy. you know, like one of those imaginary friend phases, and like my beef noodle phase. heh.&lt;br /&gt;yup, okay so whoever that i pissed, let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think im super slow, but i just realised that miss su is FM of 2e4. i never knew that until i stood infront of my class noticeboard. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, they don't like her as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;and btw, stop saying im obssessed with miss su. i am not. really really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh and i saw kahyong today. omg, he looks different. i didn't see him at all even though he was right infront of me, how's that for different.&lt;br /&gt;and then he ran off, before i could get a cjance to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lessons are niceee now, so are science and math. it's just that history and lit and geog and english are getting to be a bore. im just like dozing off in them.&lt;br /&gt;wheee. i can't wait for my new class shirt with the caricatures.&lt;br /&gt;and our macbeth is so cooooool. &lt;br /&gt;oh! and i tried barbeque pork today. vacuum pack. it tastes better than the non vacuum one. it's sweeter and more candyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best lunch i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;and im becoming really cynical. i just can't help myself. barely barely. bad thoughts just flow through my mind. it must be the cynical virus going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R71irH04quI/AAAAAAAABcI/5GJp75NlSBg/s1600-h/lil+miss+grouchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R71irH04quI/AAAAAAAABcI/5GJp75NlSBg/s200/lil+miss+grouchy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169396440265960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-121404896667387373?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/121404896667387373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=121404896667387373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/121404896667387373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/121404896667387373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/21-february-2oo8.html' title='21 february 2oo8'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R71irH04quI/AAAAAAAABcI/5GJp75NlSBg/s72-c/lil+miss+grouchy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4789210709104803325</id><published>2008-02-20T17:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:42:48.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>home is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee staying so near a river.&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice to walk down the river when there's a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;it's very very calm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i think everyone's juniors have already came in, that is, ours of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit.&lt;br /&gt;got back our papers. the unseen prose which she took forever to mark.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh i am so disappointed with my marks. i mean how stupid can this get? full marks for part one and zero for the second one. sheeeeeesh. im really disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;but i still want to do lit next year. and history. not geog. i'll fall aslepp really. i know it's easy to score, but what's the point of learning when you have no passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena.&lt;br /&gt;test. it was surprisingly easy, contrary to my previous thoughts. haha. it's always like that. when i think somethingis gonna be hard, it's easy and i score. then when i think something is gonna be easy, i don't do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;boring. i hate sitting at the back. i can't see anything. and shalyn keeps kicking my chair. my mind wanders out when i sit beside a window.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate physics. wth. especially electricity. i don't even understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;the practice i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;haha. miss tay thought that we were stalking miss kuah. but i retorted back and said that we were stalking her. heh. and a particular someone looks pregnant. haha. then me and athena were like asking everyone in class if they had cut their hair, if they did they're pregnant. haha. and we were doing the hi five mr yap thing which was totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim was not around. life is easier..&lt;br /&gt;heh. miss ee, the tcher that looks like hoileng's mortal with the colourful hair came in. she's quite weird. mrs lim descendant that's why. heh. and she came over and looked at my work which was like blank? and she petted me and said good. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy. &lt;br /&gt;finally sat closer to the front. i think sitting at the back is not good. everyone's like jammed up, and it's warm, cause everyone is vying for oxygen as well.. yup. and miss chiam was funny. haha. got alot alot of juicy gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca. &lt;br /&gt;floor barre again. my arms are a little too flamboyant, i need to keep it simpler. heh. miss foo is cool. but i get nervous when she watches us dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, the super funny thing today was during lunch when me shalyn and athena were eating together, then we saw miss su buying food. and she bought like 4 tubs of food. so we were speculating she must have wanted to eat them all up. &lt;br /&gt;and something about miss su being a camel, so she needed to store fats and thus bought so many tubs. heh. so bad.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, life is not sucky. it's just a matter of how you want to live it out.&lt;br /&gt;your ignorance and shallowness is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance better. than ever before. AND i love laughing in the toilet cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and don wei owes me a little miss:) and i want remedial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4789210709104803325?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4789210709104803325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=4789210709104803325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4789210709104803325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4789210709104803325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/20-february-2oo7.html' title='20 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-3741361318589307931</id><published>2008-02-19T17:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:22:58.418+07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>damn it.&lt;br /&gt;the world is such a place of reality.&lt;br /&gt;im pissed today.&lt;br /&gt;pissed with class evernts, pissed with tchers and pissed with friends.&lt;br /&gt;started with a sexuality lesson in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny really. the way she said it and everything. was she ever trained to say stuff like that to us?&lt;br /&gt;home ec was stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;im never gna end up as a house maker, im certain.&lt;br /&gt;i hate washing up.&lt;br /&gt;but i love it when the cookies come out.&lt;br /&gt;i think ours and athrah's tasted the best.&lt;br /&gt;feed-ed on fatin's hershey's chocolates. they are the bombz man.&lt;br /&gt;it's addictive.&lt;br /&gt;but miss seah sort of scolded me for not guiding soo min along, for the ususal reason, like i've been in the school longer than her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and she was kinda annoyed when i couldn't give an answer as to how cereals are healthy( how would i know? arent they just like healthy?)&lt;br /&gt;yeah and we couldn't finish our sewing.&lt;br /&gt;and me deborah and xinyi were in the hall waiting for everyone to come pratice.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? no one turned up.&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed. it was on the&lt;strong&gt; whyte board.&lt;/strong&gt;and everyone keeps complaining about our cheorography.&lt;br /&gt;we're not the perfect cheorographers you know?&lt;br /&gt;we were trained in ballet, so yeah obviously right?&lt;br /&gt;if anyone's not happy, jolly well cheorograph yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was quite funny. haha. mdm chee is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;music was funny. the tcher was dressed somewhat like a waitress in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh can she play the piano, she's so good. she can just randomly play chords and they sound great.:) &lt;br /&gt;history was fun, as usual.  except for that fire drill part, which was such a false alarm, and got me angry thinking that we would have to miss history again. as if three lessons per cycle is alot.&lt;br /&gt;and im wondering why we're behind time for eeverything. &lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my cookies. they taste really really good, coming from me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anw, mimi says so too. :)&lt;br /&gt;cca was so..i really really hope she will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even supposed to be there for modern.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and she picks on me so bad.&lt;br /&gt;but having a natural calm temperament in front of tchers, i handled her situation well. seriously sometimes, like today, her scoldings to &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; are especially mindless.&lt;br /&gt;okay, anw, im sorry for this insultive post that i have created. please forgive my bearings. i know i antagonize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i really love this jazz piece we're dancing by pyt( it stands for pretty young thing). gosh it really is the song that keeps my passion alive when it's dying. i love it so much. but just listen to it once in a while. and you will definitely find your love once again.:)&lt;br /&gt;i want to see miss foo dance:)&lt;br /&gt;i want to commit stuff to my memory easily. &lt;br /&gt;i want photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long over-dued post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6on04qlI/AAAAAAAABbA/OveyqY6LHaA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6on04qlI/AAAAAAAABbA/OveyqY6LHaA/s200/Imported+Photos+00031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648729409399378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is known as comformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6pX04qmI/AAAAAAAABbI/sOC0VXHwZ6Q/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6pX04qmI/AAAAAAAABbI/sOC0VXHwZ6Q/s200/Imported+Photos+00032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648742294301282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tm playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6p304qnI/AAAAAAAABbQ/KiFMO2expvw/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6p304qnI/AAAAAAAABbQ/KiFMO2expvw/s200/Imported+Photos+00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648750884235890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6qX04qoI/AAAAAAAABbY/cCzyBP0ANj0/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6qX04qoI/AAAAAAAABbY/cCzyBP0ANj0/s200/Imported+Photos+00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648759474170498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6q304qpI/AAAAAAAABbg/hWS8SV4DIyQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6q304qpI/AAAAAAAABbg/hWS8SV4DIyQ/s200/Imported+Photos+00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648768064105106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, boys can be so fun/ immature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3741361318589307931?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3741361318589307931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3741361318589307931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3741361318589307931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3741361318589307931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/19-february-2oo7.html' title='19 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7q6on04qlI/AAAAAAAABbA/OveyqY6LHaA/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-1130538728847502972</id><published>2008-02-18T17:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:46:55.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>jesus is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;and i really think we should all pronounce his name properly, and not jeers. it's jesus and it's the most sart name ever.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch the leap years. it's based on a book by catherine lim.&lt;br /&gt;i love her novels.&lt;br /&gt;i want the jay chou album. i think he's cool. i used to not like him, but now i like his cheena angmoh fusion songs.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. jesus is so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;i did quite alright for my science and chinese sia.&lt;br /&gt;and more to come.:) sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be getting back lit, history and math soon. maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with home ec too.:) not bad, i would have to say, coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;kinda christmassy:) &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i know what to give mr teo already.&lt;br /&gt;i'll give him the message holder we made in class for dnt last year.&lt;br /&gt;so pro right. i know.&lt;br /&gt;ahah. mdm chee has been okay these few days. never sabo anyone.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i found out who's mdm melvina lim.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha super funny. heard lots of stories on her.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap is super crappy today with all his analogies.&lt;br /&gt;and i made a big decision today to join the cheerleading thing.&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;as in, it's a heavy burden cause we only have a few weeks to cheorograph and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, jesus is my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;omg. and today's the first time ever in my life that i tried eveangelising to someone. not easy. but just let it flow mans.&lt;br /&gt;like dancing. just let it flow out of you.&lt;br /&gt;im a junkie i know.&lt;br /&gt;omg i need tops. and leggings. gray ones. and printed tees.&lt;br /&gt;i want to like math. and i want to like science(physics) and i want to not have stm. i'll give my tithe away jesus. :)&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was hilarious. during macbeth shawn was like "thane of cawwwdoor" in a very sissy manner. damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;and i have a green heart. &lt;br /&gt;haha. i really think we should do peranakan culture on cmps.&lt;br /&gt;and ballet class makes me sweat. at the battement frappe there i start sweating.&lt;br /&gt;omg i hate diet coke. it makes your stomach wanna explode.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss that shop in millenia walk(forgot the name).&lt;br /&gt;and pastor prince is damn good tcher.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like that green shirt guy who sucks at singing.&lt;br /&gt;yeah babyyyyy. i don't like using babeh.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just realised that i have 4 booking slips in total. and two are for being late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause when you stand, the tall trees and mountains bow, when you speak, the fiercest of oceans is still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. it reminds me so much so of jesus.&lt;br /&gt;so cool and collected. so sart. everything falls before him. just like how he walked on water. everything is possible without jesus.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's been scienifically proven impossible.&lt;br /&gt;it's jesus. jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldEH04qdI/AAAAAAAABaA/v6RfWCLyDh8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldEH04qdI/AAAAAAAABaA/v6RfWCLyDh8/s200/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168264372786080210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the rock that i stand upon. solid rock.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldEn04qeI/AAAAAAAABaI/G66nRttuFXU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldEn04qeI/AAAAAAAABaI/G66nRttuFXU/s200/Imported+Photos+00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168264381376014818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid retard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFH04qfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/GFw1CUxTnsA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFH04qfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/GFw1CUxTnsA/s200/Imported+Photos+00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168264389965949426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFX04qgI/AAAAAAAABaY/C4lpxgVBBSM/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFX04qgI/AAAAAAAABaY/C4lpxgVBBSM/s200/Imported+Photos+00044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168264394260916738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFn04qhI/AAAAAAAABag/I0fgiCA-I4k/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldFn04qhI/AAAAAAAABag/I0fgiCA-I4k/s200/Imported+Photos+00045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168264398555884050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leDH04qiI/AAAAAAAABao/HwrrstAGvMQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leDH04qiI/AAAAAAAABao/HwrrstAGvMQ/s200/Imported+Photos+00041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168265455117838882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lormo's hand is so extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leDn04qjI/AAAAAAAABaw/hGQPRzltuRU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leDn04qjI/AAAAAAAABaw/hGQPRzltuRU/s200/Imported+Photos+00047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168265463707773490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lormo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leEX04qkI/AAAAAAAABa4/5RUy0K3-1kQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7leEX04qkI/AAAAAAAABa4/5RUy0K3-1kQ/s200/Imported+Photos+00046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168265476592675394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before servcice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? hillsong united is coming in may! *everyone cheers*&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait at all. it's gna be so much more hyper.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;and can someone tell me why tkgs keeps subscribving to webbies. it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;and deborah, you're a natural man. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i want that ncc album.&lt;br /&gt;oh and cheerleaders, the attire will most prob be coloured fbts and class shirt. yup. yay. then we can all go shop together. carrefour or something.&lt;br /&gt;wherever gets us good fbt buys.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for june.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7ldEH04qdI/AAAAAAAABaA/v6RfWCLyDh8/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-8513398668744874892</id><published>2008-02-17T17:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:24:22.949+07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7gY-n04qcI/AAAAAAAABZ4/V-Jjs1F6EWQ/s1600-h/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R7gY-n04qcI/AAAAAAAABZ4/V-Jjs1F6EWQ/s200/weird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167908036529400258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look super weird&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is so yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;and so is blogger.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. you're so gay.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my stm. rahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i remmeber something and like a millisecond later, i forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;i love sakae. super nice.&lt;br /&gt;and so are starbursts babies:)&lt;br /&gt;and the carrefour jelly beanies.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i still ahve a ton of homework.&lt;br /&gt;espceically my home ec with is shitty. i sewed the two sides of the bag together. and i have to take evrything out.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rememeber dance cheorography. two in fact.&lt;br /&gt;omg i feel like buying something from my snr's blog shop. super pretty items.&lt;br /&gt;i want babydoll dresses.&lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnnn. my math. and science. and the cheena homework.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at miss shymala just now. i fel super guilty. but i could't help it.&lt;br /&gt;she looks really funny doing arabesques. &lt;br /&gt;the dance is kinda scandalous honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but im not saying that just cause im a "ballet girl".&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go work in sakae.&lt;br /&gt;and i think toilets are really cool places.&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot what i was gna say(this is turning into a serious problem)&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate in class.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, im almost done memorising macbeth.:)&lt;br /&gt;our dg's so small. it sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and seniors seem to have alot of time on their hands man.&lt;br /&gt;to set up blogshops and stuff. they should give their time to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i detest you s******. &lt;br /&gt;sorry. im being so cynical. i cant help myself for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i should just close this blog.&lt;br /&gt;anw, sean goh has a super sexy voice. it's damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;the guy that sung yesterday was damn zao tsia can.&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is, sean goh, jen tan and pastor dan all were not doing what they were supose to do. horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-8513398668744874892?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/8513398668744874892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=8513398668744874892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8513398668744874892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/8513398668744874892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lord, treasured in your sight.&lt;br /&gt;so close to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;actually im pretty tired of saying that.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;but im human, and humans can't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's really okay to just let God love you.&lt;br /&gt;and besides, like mr yap would say, if you're getting bored, that means you're getting it.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure why im pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;because i keep telling myself that?&lt;br /&gt;but these two weeks have been super hectic.&lt;br /&gt;there's like two dance cheorographies i have to remember, and lines, and i have to revise for cheena and i have homework and home ec and stuffs to do.&lt;br /&gt;and get my ballet things.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i know im like so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dunno why im behaving like that too.&lt;br /&gt;everythings like super weird.&lt;br /&gt;i was enjoying praise and worship so much, and then i was feeling super lousy during service and dg.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. dg today is damn sian can.&lt;br /&gt;charissa was sian. everyone sian. i miss dora.&lt;br /&gt;and i walked till my legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;mental note: never go sky garden again.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so full i think im suffering from indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;okay, im digressing.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;shitty.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so shitty today.&lt;br /&gt;like laura. sheesh. she cheated me of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, a jesus girl takes things in her stride.&lt;br /&gt;but she's so horrible, that retard:)&lt;br /&gt;okay anw, i gave her my love and she reciprocates by telling me that she doesn't wanna waste her hugs on me.&lt;br /&gt;hello? my skin is like super thin can.&lt;br /&gt;and a calluse is developing on my toe.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna created a skin.&lt;br /&gt;get a new bible.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;im amazed at what you think i am.&lt;br /&gt;both of you. &lt;br /&gt;my dance senior is weird.&lt;br /&gt;okay, and so is zhuanmei.&lt;br /&gt;i miss dora. i wanna talk to dora.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i know i sound very what.&lt;br /&gt;i demand a display of unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;dare to play coming.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to convince myself nothing is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;honestly? i was listening to pastor benjamin just now, everything went in and came out. &lt;br /&gt;rock audi is weird. as in it seems bigger. &lt;br /&gt;why do my dance people think im from modern dance?&lt;br /&gt;and why do we paint masks for music lessons?&lt;br /&gt;my math is screwy. no wait. cheena is. i want miss mo.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;eeeyyyyerrr. i have stm sia.&lt;br /&gt;k anyway, service was okay. don't listen to my crap.&lt;br /&gt;im just having a bad moment.&lt;br /&gt;everything was nice and fine today.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny too.:) but charissa quite sianish.&lt;br /&gt;shit lah. forgot what i wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'll try to remember.&lt;br /&gt;back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4649228492990763742?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4649228492990763742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=4649228492990763742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4649228492990763742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4649228492990763742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/16-february-2oo7.html' title='16 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-7170442445822943788</id><published>2008-02-15T15:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:13:46.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>for the first time today, i didn't have to do any emeregency drills. whee.&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day was fun:) everyone gave mostly stuffs like sweets and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;i ate most of them up in class.&lt;br /&gt;i like the presents i gave.&lt;br /&gt;pictures with messages behind:) anw, everyone liked my presents.&lt;br /&gt;im ego and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i hate people who all talk and no say. i hate shallow people.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who can't be versatile and accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;i hate ******* who think ****** is the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. my mortal takes so long to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;shihui's mortal is scared of her.&lt;br /&gt;math ca was ok. i don't think i'll do well. it's just a moderate paper.&lt;br /&gt;miss su invigilated us.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, everyones betting that i'll give up on miss su and my so called obssession even though it isn't and like mr yap. okay, that's not gna happen everyone. haha. too bad. &lt;br /&gt;im super streesed out over cmps.&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's the weekend, i have tons to do. &lt;br /&gt;miss ang is a slackish tcher.&lt;br /&gt;and geog today was kinda weird. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;ike a pre school class. cause you see, mrs lim neo wants a response.&lt;br /&gt;so we go " yes!" or we complete her sentences.&lt;br /&gt;and there were many numbers today echoing each other.&lt;br /&gt;went to do home ec today after school. &lt;br /&gt;soo min had to leave early. went back to class on my own. borrowed fbts from lexuan(i like her cookies) and went for dance with the snrs.&lt;br /&gt;we have to show miss chiam sehs.&lt;br /&gt;anw, today quite arumentive.&lt;br /&gt;argued with mrs lim and miss chiam and huiru and mimi and shihui. yah. about life issues. anw, i think that ****** is not the best. every *** should know how to do ******. omg if i say this, im gonna get slammed. it's really kind of controversial.&lt;br /&gt;i need a soft drink after blogging so much.&lt;br /&gt;and i think im already kinda gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;after v day and cny. good thing there's ballet later.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay, i got my peking mask thingy already. and i need to memorise macbeth later on the way to ballet.&lt;br /&gt;ok i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-4731692941323009979</id><published>2008-02-14T17:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:21:12.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;honestly it sounds kinda cliche to me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway, it's not justa day to celebrate love, but also to celebrate friendship.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's pretty fun to celebrate in a girl's school actually.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's just having plain good simple fun.&lt;br /&gt;yup, it's the season to spread the love, no, make that pour the love, and just to see faces lit up when they see your gift is pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;congratulations, you just made someone happy. &lt;br /&gt;ok, that sounds so mr yap.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im happy that people like my presents. haha. &lt;br /&gt;victoria thinks it's sweet and athena likes it alot.&lt;br /&gt;i sound so ego. but it's ok. i didn't spend alot on the gifts but they're really meaningful ones so yeah, im happy that people like them.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to bake, but no time. lexuan has the time to bake, which is totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually im not supposed to be even touching the com, but i couldnt resist.&lt;br /&gt;afterall it's valentine's day. &lt;br /&gt;i want a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my mortal didn't reply me. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;geog ca today was ok. even though i was pretty restless cause too many love vibes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's an ok paper. as in not hard, yet much harder(ok this doesn't sound right, but i took it from macbeth)&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed my valentine's day recess to go to the library and do cmps reflections.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. and i realise tchers are impatient.&lt;br /&gt;they'll give you ten secoonds to do stuff and they expect you to finish.&lt;br /&gt;haha. assembly was good.&lt;br /&gt;the play( is it called a play?) was Born in Syonan.&lt;br /&gt;it was rweally good. they acted well. some parts were funny. i was lughing my head off. but it was a play that made me think, especially the last part which was so touching. harris asked the girl( is it lia) fi she would, years later after the war, see him on the road, and accept his iceball. so sad. &lt;br /&gt;but it that was the ending scene. kindof.&lt;br /&gt;yup, im a sentimental chap.&lt;br /&gt;went back to class for the macbeth thing which was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;it was part feasting, part laughing and dramaish.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing at the witches part.&lt;br /&gt;really fun:) &lt;br /&gt;it's not abt receiving but abt giving.&lt;br /&gt;but i still want a hug. xp&lt;br /&gt;and now it's back to math and y=kx for me.&lt;br /&gt;celebrate and remember His love for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. this weeks really busy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate weeks like this.&lt;br /&gt;especially when all the tchers give all the hw all at the same time on all the ca days. gosh. there's like home ec tomorrow, and i need to go do reflections and stuff and think about macbeth and memorise lines and there's art and music.&lt;br /&gt;and im being really cynical these days. all thanks to a particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. and kinda ego. but i've been influenced by mdm chee. oh yeah, i like lexuan's cookie. oh yah and today is a punful day.&lt;br /&gt;tkgs tchers very cute.&lt;br /&gt;heh. no offence, but i think band snrs are nicer.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know you'll are smiling, banders.&lt;br /&gt;im happy the weeks gna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. as in physically. i want to hit the bed everytime i come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-5794771742091230402</id><published>2008-02-13T17:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:50:24.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>im being really nice today.&lt;br /&gt;whee. i think my brain almost exploded during history.&lt;br /&gt;intense thinking you see. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the papers were okay.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;its not fair that our history period will be for mr yap's math.&lt;br /&gt;and miss chiam cut off five minutes of it today.&lt;br /&gt;we only have like 3 periods every fortnight, and they still want to steal.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk. sorry i know im being real childish here.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously my brain nearly exploded.&lt;br /&gt;hypothetically of course. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows valentines and i haven't got anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i stil have to study. &lt;br /&gt;and i think that miss chiam ff isn't so bad after all. neither is mdm chee.&lt;br /&gt;as in, all human beings are nice.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just that they have their bad sides at times.&lt;br /&gt;and especially as a instructor, miss chiam HAS to be fierce at times to maintain the discipline.&lt;br /&gt;i think im so understanding.&lt;br /&gt;anw, miss su is very cute. but im not obssessed ok.&lt;br /&gt;but i must say she's really socialble.&lt;br /&gt;she talks to miss foo, miss ang, miss tay, mrs sew and blah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and people tell me her laugh is contagious, like mine,except mine is worse, so yeah we have something in common. yay!&lt;br /&gt;i won't listen to mrs lim neo. the paper tomorrow i will do well.&lt;div 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-7375963095607142059</id><published>2008-02-10T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:40:20.012+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.&lt;br /&gt;hahha. next weeks the ca week, and i've not really revised yet. neither have i done the assessement books i've bought especially for this longgggg holiday.&lt;br /&gt;haha. service today was real good.&lt;br /&gt;the pre service was realy funny.:)&lt;br /&gt;and pastor marked preached. there's a kind of ambience at indoor stad.&lt;br /&gt;he's really hilarious. his english is punctuated along with other dialects and things. and he went to imitate aaron kwok(is it kwok?)&lt;br /&gt;and the preaching was really refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we listen to too many english sermons, you don't really receive from it.&lt;br /&gt;so when sermons are being preached in chinese and by a new person(i've never ever heard him before), it's kinda cool, and you really do receive a portion. as in, not that you don't receive from english services, but it's a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;and it amazes me why people don't wanna receive jesus as their personal saviour, even after reading christian blogs, after hearing testimonials on things that have happened. it's really ridiculous. it's like all the evidence is there and you're still soughting for more more more.&lt;br /&gt;haha. pastor christina is a good translator.&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy to be a translator you know.&lt;br /&gt;especially for pastor prince. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so take that mdm chee. since you wanna be a bilinguist and you think you can be one.&lt;br /&gt;yup, so i was saying, i'll be fine for the CAs you know.&lt;br /&gt;jesus is faithful, and by gathering at his feet, and not working, like martha, but by listening to his word, you are blessed. guarranteed.&lt;br /&gt;i like this analogy that pastor mark made.&lt;br /&gt;when you go to a hawker centre to order food, your orders will definitely come.&lt;br /&gt;it may not come immediately, but after other customers, but it WILL come.&lt;br /&gt;when you ask God for something, it will definitely come, he will bless you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you to order it and to believe that it will come.&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me you trust a hawker more than God? He created the universe you know.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i won't blog as often this week, cause of cas, but who knows, jesus might give me so much time that i can blog thrice a day:) haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh, sean goh was leading worship today. and he took the shuttle bus with us. uber cool. and jen tan!!! he was playing the instrument for the item, and omg, he winked at the camera!! so hots. but pastor prince is hot too. im sure laura thinks so too, since he wore whitee.&lt;br /&gt;went to tm for lunch with dg and some above ppl.&lt;br /&gt;haha uber cool can. so many riddles. what bangbangbang who died.&lt;br /&gt;and the yangmehmeh. and the first stop second stop. and the lift is falling.&lt;br /&gt;oh!!!! and im so happy i figured out the green glass door thingy. gahh. took me one whole week. haha, it's ridiculously retard. but funny.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy and kayson were very humourous.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i almost couldn't recognize charissa.&lt;br /&gt;p.s u know you do. contemplating still.&lt;br /&gt;i ate too much meat this holidays. eeyer. reunion dinner. cny. meat meat meat. eeeewwwww. im having chicken later somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7375963095607142059?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/7375963095607142059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=7375963095607142059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/7375963095607142059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/7375963095607142059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-february-2oo7.html' title='10 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-7214032868154098552</id><published>2008-02-09T19:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:02:19.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i've been blogging everyday. or it seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;im happy that i can stuff three earsticks in my earhole now.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of stuff, i think i've been stuffing myself.&lt;br /&gt;eeeyer. it's grostesque. but everyone gets fat together, so it's okay, you wont be considered fat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;as yating would say, i went to her house to gain fats.&lt;br /&gt;which is not entirely true. but kind of.&lt;br /&gt;i went to her house to gain knowledge on what is y=kx.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand the worksheet at all.&lt;br /&gt;but i do know that i was very bloated.&lt;br /&gt;although i was pretty upset about something.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;and i still wanna go deborah liu's house.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm. charissa thinks mmmmmmm is funny.&lt;br /&gt;so here i go. mmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh and im happy that i got my heymath done. it lightens up my mood to know that i have completed something.&lt;br /&gt;next week is gonna be a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;and i need new leotards and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it sucks that our history period is gonna be eaten up by the math ca.&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeeesh. &lt;br /&gt;indoor tomorrow:) it's gonna be real cheena manszxzxzxxzxz. yay. but i can finally go lunching with my dg. greataczczcz.&lt;br /&gt;i really really need clothes. &lt;br /&gt;and i loveeeee new year songs:) and addicted to jay chou ones too. cause of that crappy karaoke thingy. i love fei yu qing.:)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and im gonna name my kids emma and phoebe, if i do have any. imagine that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62imH04qVI/AAAAAAAABZA/-6wMPwhY2uI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62imH04qVI/AAAAAAAABZA/-6wMPwhY2uI/s200/Imported+Photos+00000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164963123483421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong session one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62imn04qWI/AAAAAAAABZI/Ia5TtMgxPHs/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62imn04qWI/AAAAAAAABZI/Ia5TtMgxPHs/s200/Imported+Photos+00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164963132073355618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying the tiles. whatever that is. sounds like a construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62im304qXI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Nl4HX4IZUDA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62im304qXI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Nl4HX4IZUDA/s200/Imported+Photos+00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164963136368322930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huat ah! they're smoothing the tiles out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62inH04qYI/AAAAAAAABZY/4QrE5IDjfKY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62inH04qYI/AAAAAAAABZY/4QrE5IDjfKY/s200/Imported+Photos+00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164963140663290242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint they adorable? they're edible too, for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62inX04qZI/AAAAAAAABZg/FX8ONle8bS0/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62inX04qZI/AAAAAAAABZg/FX8ONle8bS0/s200/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164963144958257554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you open them, that's waht you get:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62kIn04qaI/AAAAAAAABZo/tYuJBN3SZmQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62kIn04qaI/AAAAAAAABZo/tYuJBN3SZmQ/s200/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964815700535714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaha im sorry if i didn't get your permission.. but i think it looks pretty:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62kJH04qbI/AAAAAAAABZw/EBDGehLESBI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62kJH04qbI/AAAAAAAABZw/EBDGehLESBI/s200/Imported+Photos+00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164964824290470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7214032868154098552?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R62imH04qVI/AAAAAAAABZA/-6wMPwhY2uI/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7540214344508357412</id><published>2008-02-08T19:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:57:31.074+07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i wanna go watch giselle!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg it's such a sad sad story....&lt;br /&gt;it's about this girl who turns insane because her loved one was betrothed to some other girl already. and she dies and turns into a wili(or is it wily?) which are spirits that are dumped before their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;the leader of the wilis forces the guy to dance with giselle again and again.&lt;br /&gt;giselle manages to keep the guy going( oh yah his name is Albrecht)..&lt;br /&gt;until dawn when the wilies return to their graves...&lt;br /&gt;giselle tells albrecht that she forgives him, and she returns to her grave.. and they are separated forever.&lt;br /&gt;call me sappy ok, but i am so gonna watch this.&lt;br /&gt;it's staging in fort canning too, which is totally appropriate.. grass and everything. it's so sad. and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xSp081ytI/AAAAAAAABVI/VfyKop158WA/s1600-h/giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xSp081ytI/AAAAAAAABVI/VfyKop158WA/s200/giselle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164593751229057746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDT's giselle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xSqE81yuI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XhqpcIVFXnU/s1600-h/Xiomara_reyes_Giselle06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xSqE81yuI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XhqpcIVFXnU/s200/Xiomara_reyes_Giselle06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164593755524025058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture of giselle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare service:) deaconess karen preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVd081yvI/AAAAAAAABVY/-0Uxy-0iQ2w/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVd081yvI/AAAAAAAABVY/-0Uxy-0iQ2w/s200/Imported+Photos+00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596843605510898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVeE81ywI/AAAAAAAABVg/mvtD-F6S63w/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVeE81ywI/AAAAAAAABVg/mvtD-F6S63w/s200/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596847900478210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE TO PLAY:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVe081yxI/AAAAAAAABVo/VJvd12xfv9E/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVe081yxI/AAAAAAAABVo/VJvd12xfv9E/s200/Imported+Photos+00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596860785380114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhuanmei's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVfU81yyI/AAAAAAAABVw/zyJp-3f5AZU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVfU81yyI/AAAAAAAABVw/zyJp-3f5AZU/s200/Imported+Photos+00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596869375314722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's zhuanmei again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVf081yzI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZL7LEJGnCmI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xVf081yzI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZL7LEJGnCmI/s200/Imported+Photos+00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596877965249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. cat fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXEU81y0I/AAAAAAAABWA/N9RUmw6q9DY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXEU81y0I/AAAAAAAABWA/N9RUmw6q9DY/s200/Imported+Photos+00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598604542102338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call WWE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXFU81y1I/AAAAAAAABWI/gAkzl6feEps/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXFU81y1I/AAAAAAAABWI/gAkzl6feEps/s200/Imported+Photos+00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598621721971538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore her. she looks so madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXF081y2I/AAAAAAAABWQ/eqJgmEEshEE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXF081y2I/AAAAAAAABWQ/eqJgmEEshEE/s200/Imported+Photos+00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598630311906146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini mini cakes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXG081y3I/AAAAAAAABWY/ps-nmSDzG34/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXG081y3I/AAAAAAAABWY/ps-nmSDzG34/s200/Imported+Photos+00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598647491775346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah goon number 2. im joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXHE81y4I/AAAAAAAABWg/4rDY6zAEdDk/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xXHE81y4I/AAAAAAAABWg/4rDY6zAEdDk/s200/Imported+Photos+00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598651786742658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some worm eye view of tower four. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY1E81y5I/AAAAAAAABWo/IsZpaQGbYLE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY1E81y5I/AAAAAAAABWo/IsZpaQGbYLE/s200/Imported+Photos+00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600541572352914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all star babes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY1k81y6I/AAAAAAAABWw/RQeNdtZ2_xM/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY1k81y6I/AAAAAAAABWw/RQeNdtZ2_xM/s200/Imported+Photos+00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600550162287522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2E81y7I/AAAAAAAABW4/aavuMQRztR4/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2E81y7I/AAAAAAAABW4/aavuMQRztR4/s200/Imported+Photos+00032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600558752222130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2k81y8I/AAAAAAAABXA/yAEY_h9drag/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2k81y8I/AAAAAAAABXA/yAEY_h9drag/s200/Imported+Photos+00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600567342156738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2081y9I/AAAAAAAABXI/5KEWEhXdtig/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xY2081y9I/AAAAAAAABXI/5KEWEhXdtig/s200/Imported+Photos+00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600571637124050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura, i told you i was gonna post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xZok81y-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/mJ_11AKBE84/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xZok81y-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/mJ_11AKBE84/s200/Imported+Photos+00039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164601426335615970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura, i posted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xZpE81y_I/AAAAAAAABXY/yl-stKIW0GQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xZpE81y_I/AAAAAAAABXY/yl-stKIW0GQ/s200/Imported+Photos+00041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164601434925550578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura, i posted this too.( you know you cant stop me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xay081zAI/AAAAAAAABXg/c6KZUTs0Ths/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xay081zAI/AAAAAAAABXg/c6KZUTs0Ths/s200/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602701940902914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day letters. im still in the midst of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xazE81zBI/AAAAAAAABXo/z9mclaZhB6g/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xazE81zBI/AAAAAAAABXo/z9mclaZhB6g/s200/Imported+Photos+00046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602706235870226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xazk81zCI/AAAAAAAABXw/DsMT0kSkcuU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xazk81zCI/AAAAAAAABXw/DsMT0kSkcuU/s200/Imported+Photos+00044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602714825804834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway and town with debs and nicole.&lt;br /&gt;haha it was pretty filarious, with all the bad vibes and laughing and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember what we laughed about. except that nicole was behaving like some zombie come alive person. and walking like a "jiangshi".&lt;br /&gt;and also crapping with lots of negative vibes on the bus and people tsking at us(or is it me?) and lots of walking to find clutch bags and lots of whining. loads.&lt;br /&gt;ahah. didn't manage to take loads of photos, wasnt really in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xaz081zDI/AAAAAAAABX4/Y6IR0eH7ERc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xaz081zDI/AAAAAAAABX4/Y6IR0eH7ERc/s200/Imported+Photos+00055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602719120772146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xa0E81zEI/AAAAAAAABYA/4BAj2uJxFSA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xa0E81zEI/AAAAAAAABYA/4BAj2uJxFSA/s200/Imported+Photos+00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602723415739458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sweettalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xcZU81zFI/AAAAAAAABYI/fzVOvc14avs/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xcZU81zFI/AAAAAAAABYI/fzVOvc14avs/s200/Imported+Photos+00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164604462877494354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you drink dont drive when you drive don't drink! yozxzxzxz. it's an inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6E81zGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/d-DbLeAwg0g/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6E81zGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/d-DbLeAwg0g/s200/Imported+Photos+00056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606125029837922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at far east. some mirror that got me fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6U81zHI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZNcfpjEFZTY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6U81zHI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZNcfpjEFZTY/s200/Imported+Photos+00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606129324805234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6081zII/AAAAAAAABYg/4zidt63PTa0/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xd6081zII/AAAAAAAABYg/4zidt63PTa0/s200/Imported+Photos+00060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606137914739842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xeik81zJI/AAAAAAAABYo/CuSvOsGpQ50/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xeik81zJI/AAAAAAAABYo/CuSvOsGpQ50/s200/Imported+Photos+00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606820814539922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xei081zKI/AAAAAAAABYw/cMTaf-5khxw/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xei081zKI/AAAAAAAABYw/cMTaf-5khxw/s200/Imported+Photos+00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606825109507234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xejE81zLI/AAAAAAAABY4/SCy9azGRQLY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xejE81zLI/AAAAAAAABY4/SCy9azGRQLY/s200/Imported+Photos+00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606829404474546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know this is a very picturesque post.&lt;br /&gt;haha. im too lazy to blog about cny.&lt;br /&gt;so yup. but i think my cousins are cool. damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;i really really like cny.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i really really like alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;hahah anw, i dreamt of miss su last night.&lt;br /&gt;she was in our chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;p.s im sorry this post is messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7540214344508357412?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/7540214344508357412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=7540214344508357412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/7540214344508357412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/7540214344508357412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/8-february-2oo7.html' title='8 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6xSp081ytI/AAAAAAAABVI/VfyKop158WA/s72-c/giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-197726837099134120</id><published>2008-02-07T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:39:08.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>whee. i love chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;but not cause of the angbaos.&lt;br /&gt;like laura the money grubber.&lt;br /&gt;it's cause of the ambience and the atmosphere and the warmth and the intense feelings you get.&lt;br /&gt;i know lah k, im weird what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-197726837099134120?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/197726837099134120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=197726837099134120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/197726837099134120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/197726837099134120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-february-2oo7.html' title='7 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-1318899414053606659</id><published>2008-02-05T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:09:22.218+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>omg i think im tearing.&lt;br /&gt;visiting old class blogs from years back is sad.&lt;br /&gt;you see the posts which are phrased as if you're gonna see your friends tomorrow when actaully everyone is out there living their own lifes and all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to phrase how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i get really intense at times.&lt;br /&gt;like really really intense strong feelings about things like mrs sew, miss su, and other stuff and i just blurt things out and they kinda get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;omg call me weird, but i really miss the old primary school friends i had.&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird how everyone has changed.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were really really cute.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, i compare my now life and the past and it's really different.&lt;br /&gt;haha im really nolstalgic now.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i miss them. alot.&lt;br /&gt;geez. seriously you will have like that sinking heart feeling when you go see your primary school class blog, especially after one year.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://isaac2006.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Will you think about these moments that we shared&lt;br /&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna think it over&lt;br /&gt;And how we lived each day with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Coz true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we never said&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll see each other&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the same street corner, no regrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every end is always written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the world, I'd make this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny (is the only way for destiny)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me (is the only way for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye (so say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Coz true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when you need my arms to run into&lt;br /&gt;I'll come for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change the way I feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny (is the only way for destiny)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me (is the only way for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll missing your lovin' every day&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because a true love never dies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i cried so much that day.&lt;br /&gt;my voice was warbling away.&lt;br /&gt;and it was raining. like really pouring.&lt;br /&gt;and i got wet.&lt;br /&gt;the song is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, cant blame me for being a sentimental chap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1318899414053606659?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/1318899414053606659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=1318899414053606659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/1318899414053606659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/1318899414053606659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-february-2oo7_573.html' title='5 february 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2719599006230824913</id><published>2008-02-05T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:03:07.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE MRS SEW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, her birthday's like tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and im happy that i got to wish her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;although i was too busy laughing to actually say it, but yup, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;im sure she doesnt too. she's like so nonchalent.&lt;br /&gt;but im just happy cause i won't have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;it's important you know, to do the things that you want to do, and not to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;cause regrets are terrible. as stupid or retarded as it may be, whatever it is, just go and do it.&lt;br /&gt;you know, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;it may be the stupidest thing on earth, but trust me, it makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;cny at tkgs was good.&lt;br /&gt;especially the papaRATzzi thingy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;and ironically mrs sew and miss su were both acting together in it.&lt;br /&gt;i think miss su very cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. and mr know-it-all and his silly fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap went to the av room to hide.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs lim neo showed her daughter off.&lt;br /&gt;parkwayed and towned with nicole san and deborah san.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. super funny can.&lt;br /&gt;nicole got hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;but lotsa negative vibe in the air.&lt;br /&gt;cause we kept bitcing on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;saw a dance senior. she dao me on the bus and then she smiled at me in far east.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we walked not nice one.&lt;br /&gt;the talking part is nice, but then we finished heeren in like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;which is abnormal loh.&lt;br /&gt;had lots of things i wanted to buy, but too bad, i didn't have enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;and nicole's really over paperchase.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's the only place where she enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, i lovvvve orchard.&lt;br /&gt;it's super cool. gives me good vibes.&lt;br /&gt;i think i pissed many people of in the train.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i wanted to say sorry but i didnt think they cared.&lt;br /&gt;i love lny. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;and cookie crisp awe delyyyyyy sious.&lt;br /&gt;im being obnoxious yet again.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't started on my homework yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2719599006230824913?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2719599006230824913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2719599006230824913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2719599006230824913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/2719599006230824913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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i like cheena except for the tingxie part.&lt;br /&gt;im hopelessly hopeless at that.&lt;br /&gt;my hands are practically tingling for that box.&lt;br /&gt;i love the lny. except for the fattening part.&lt;br /&gt;i shall take loads of pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;my pieces of art.&lt;br /&gt;talked abit to charissa just now.&lt;br /&gt;seriously she's like the nicest person to talk to apart from jesus.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go esplanade all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy the breeze and admire the lit-ed(whatever this means) night sky.&lt;br /&gt;i think maroon is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;and i love the cheena phuket dance. it's so fun.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-1049341139648514903?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-549114237235481629</id><published>2008-02-04T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:34:43.650+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6bcDU81ysI/AAAAAAAABVA/eOfY1VWHSSI/s1600-h/Charissa%2Bn%2Bcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R6bcDU81ysI/AAAAAAAABVA/eOfY1VWHSSI/s200/Charissa%2Bn%2Bcy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163055972548463298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was super funn.&lt;br /&gt;the first half of the day was sianzxzxzzx.&lt;br /&gt;recess was good.&lt;br /&gt;ate soggy(haha no lah) popcorn and foamy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;lit. mdm haryati didn't come again.&lt;br /&gt;planned for the ca thingy.&lt;br /&gt;macbeth. haha so funny. and we were doing wayang thingys and opera.&lt;br /&gt;with all the shakesphearen language.&lt;br /&gt;so contrasting.&lt;br /&gt;and deborah was like pointing at the spit on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;and hahha it was just really funny.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap was funny too. he made us stand in front and sing chinese new year song.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so much i teared.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out tomorrow. to town. not home.&lt;br /&gt;and i want miss su's photo. from esther. but she keep delaying one.&lt;br /&gt;eeyer. oh and i realised miss su likes manga and reading and cycling. so cool right.&lt;br /&gt;and drawing too. (although she claims her drawing is not nice)&lt;br /&gt;im so pro.&lt;br /&gt;had a few good laughs with victoria after school. haha&lt;br /&gt;whee. thanks mimi:) i love the white bell thingy:)&lt;br /&gt;and victoria and nadirah. i was surprised cause i wasn't that close to you guys y know.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks.:) i look sexier in athena's jacket.&lt;br /&gt;okay. and i must convince myself. that i wont get slaughtered in mdm chee's class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-549114237235481629?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/549114237235481629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=549114237235481629' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-3411110441964522516</id><published>2008-02-03T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:31:03.997+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 february 2oo7</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;IM MISS MOO-MOO.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's the nickname that gilly gave me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i love cookie crisp. so cute:)&lt;br /&gt;there was a guest speaker today.&lt;br /&gt;forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;i miss pastor prince already.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't adore him ok.&lt;br /&gt;i just think he's really anointed.:)&lt;br /&gt;hahah. lunch was really bloating.&lt;br /&gt;and i lovvvvvvvvvve m(phosis.&lt;br /&gt;however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;saw many pretty notebooks on the way:)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah dare is moving to the ROCK. and it's shortened by one and a half hr.&lt;br /&gt;which is a long period of time btw.&lt;br /&gt;and im so gonna miss moving chairs.&lt;br /&gt;basically that was one of the major reasons why i joined RS.&lt;br /&gt;to lung chairs around like mad and clean toilets and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;cause jesus suffered so much more on the cross to redeem us.&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;and the ride to my ballet class was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling and the raindrops were hitting the glass panels.&lt;br /&gt;and i was listening to this song "deeper" by hillsong united&lt;br /&gt;and it's so beautiful you know.&lt;br /&gt;just gazing at the raindrops and enjoying His presence.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't say anything, but i loved it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Your love Lord You opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now Your light will shine always&lt;br /&gt;By Your Word Lord Your promise secure&lt;br /&gt;And my soul will live always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me deeper Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i really hate buying assessment books.&lt;br /&gt;they give me a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me of psle. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you saved me cause you loved me, your grace gave me the highest way, now i live, by your life in me. i am found in you always, lifting my voice to give you praise, to you and you alone the Lord of all my days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know what im gna bake for home ec already.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think macbeth is so cool. he's so complicated. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3411110441964522516?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3411110441964522516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3411110441964522516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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wishes and presents.&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;even thought i couldn't celebrate with school friends.&lt;br /&gt;yup, thanks to err the few people who sang me a birthday song yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i love celebrating my birthday in the house of God all the same.&lt;br /&gt;with my godly family.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. thanks zhuanmei, donny, matty, charissa and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, no time to post the pics and laura's drawings, but anyway, laura is a gooood drawer.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think serving jesus on my birthday is a real privillege.&lt;br /&gt;it's coolsome mans.&lt;br /&gt;anyways just wanted to say that jesus really loves everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and he'll throw a BIG party in heaven with all the angels and everything celebrating for you.&lt;br /&gt;yup. as in your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;mm-hmm. and jesus really is faithful. just trust whatever you want to trust in HIM.&lt;br /&gt;He alone satisfies you. and really, all things work out for a divine reason.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like the flying fox.&lt;br /&gt;even if you're really afraid to jump down the flying fox thing, and you're so afraid of heights and all, you can put your trust in and jump, because as long as the cable that holds the seat thingy is secure and strong, you will never fall. as scared as you may be, you will not drop fomr that height.&lt;br /&gt;yup, during those flying fox moments in your life, jesus is still there with you.&lt;br /&gt;when you take that brave step out, he is still with you. scared as you may be.&lt;br /&gt;haha. something from dickeness karen today.:)&lt;br /&gt;yup. and this is gna be a year of new beginnings. better than anything you've ever encountered before.&lt;br /&gt;jesus loves you deeply. :) best year and best birthday yet. for everyone.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans. shir is leaving us. and we bought this cute bear for her. the whole of rs that is. shirmaine jr.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i trust jesus that coach alice will bring us to greater heights and we'll just grow so much in our walk with jesus.:)&lt;br /&gt;yup. and im happy we're finally moving to the ROCK audit. &lt;br /&gt;except services are shorter.&lt;br /&gt;but it's coolio.:)&lt;br /&gt;im gna miss moving chairs. &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i was saying, miss su is a really nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;like she never ever gets angry.&lt;br /&gt;she does but not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;and she's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;and i can understand what she teaches, cause she's really systematic.&lt;br /&gt;miss su, if you're reading this, i must say that you're a really good history teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and most students like you cause you're really funny.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think you're fierce, but you are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;mm-hmm. so yeah. i guess i'll enjoy my history lessons. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; no one wants to blog about miss su, so i entertain myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss su is adorableeeeeeeee. not that im obssessed with her.&lt;br /&gt;im not. i just fine her exotic.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i won't correct my spelling laura.&lt;br /&gt;whee. we should do the laughing is contagious thingy sometime again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's AmazinGrace.&lt;br /&gt;cause you've shown me life, you've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so i give you my praise yeah i give you my all.&lt;br /&gt;now in the darkness God's light shines, &lt;br /&gt;Christ forever, glorified.&lt;br /&gt;so cmon cmon singout to God now with all you've got we live for you our God.:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6810642142385124702?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6810642142385124702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-4616095675594183490</id><published>2008-01-31T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:56:40.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i am so confused.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand science.&lt;br /&gt;and i failed math.&lt;br /&gt;and i failed tingxie.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand what's her problem.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't understand history.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i couldn't even do well for that test.&lt;br /&gt;i should and must stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;jesus will take care of it for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll study and he'll take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;i need sugar crystals.&lt;br /&gt;and my mortal hasn't been writing to me for six days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5737498502987302791.post-2281268797468519959</id><published>2008-01-30T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:51:17.388+07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>okay. im writing as fast as i can.&lt;br /&gt;have gotta do that math homework.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways, omggggg! i found my homec stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh under my table. oh wow wow wow. i mean i would be in deep shit if i actually lost that entire thingy. marks all gone.&lt;br /&gt;oh wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;haha. math spring test. it was kinda easy i think. yup. at least easier than the first one.&lt;br /&gt;miss ang didn't come for el. finished that ws and learn tingxie.&lt;br /&gt;i hate tingxie. it's horrible. especially mdm chee's tingxie.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even learn kongzi that chap.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even write kongzi, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;and she walked passed me, and she looked at my paper and removed my hand and she looked at my name.&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna have a black mark in her book. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;i better go learn all those words. but seriously. freakin hard.&lt;br /&gt;my tingxie is like a total goner.&lt;br /&gt;okay, miss chiam was in a bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;i hate electricity still. i don't even understand.&lt;br /&gt;and she scolded us and specifically some others including me.&lt;br /&gt;omg she's like the only other teacher that has ever scolded me specifically in tkgs other than the other miss chiam(ironically).&lt;br /&gt;geez. but it's ok. i don't really care that much. &lt;br /&gt;haha. history was weird.&lt;br /&gt;the visualizer broke down on us. miss su needed it. (ended up working in lit)&lt;br /&gt;im disappointed with myself. i should have gotten full marks. it's a simple test and i couldn't get full marks, i really need to pull up my socks.&lt;br /&gt;eeyer. essay questions. what are those? PEEL. reminds me of fruits.&lt;br /&gt;and miss su was really hungry during the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;lit was noisy. miss kuah came in to relieve.&lt;br /&gt;(i almost wanted to write "relieve herself")&lt;br /&gt;it was super noisy. but i was so guai i just sat down with victoria and nurul and started to discuss history(that's what i meant abt pulling up socks, not literally)&lt;br /&gt;mm-hm. miss kuah looked amused with us. and she doodled and tatooed people's hands.&lt;br /&gt;wow. okay anyway, mrs sew doens't like me.&lt;br /&gt;it's instincts okay. but whatever. i only see her once a week.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if she doesn't like me. maybe she's worried i'll turn les.&lt;br /&gt;but i wont. that's the thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2281268797468519959?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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everything unnecessary and didn't say anything necessary.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. okay, anyway, geog is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;i mean geog is nice but geog lesson is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;home ec was okay.&lt;br /&gt;i still dunno how to thread a machine.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my hands on cooking.&lt;br /&gt;science was confusing.&lt;br /&gt;electricity is a bad sub.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was funny.&lt;br /&gt;mdm chee talked about miss su.&lt;br /&gt;miss su's young. i think she's less than 26?&lt;br /&gt;should be. and mdm chee gossed abit about the tchers and miss su.&lt;br /&gt;math was good. &lt;br /&gt;didn't do many questions.&lt;br /&gt;mr yap has turned into a nutritionist overnight.&lt;br /&gt;he knows who ate what during recess, who slept late, who is not paying attention and everything. and he advices us on what to eat and all.&lt;br /&gt;dance. started an hour late&lt;br /&gt;softballers have tough training.&lt;br /&gt;walked up to fourth floor bare footed.&lt;br /&gt;corner to corner!:D&lt;br /&gt;whee. cheoreography.&lt;br /&gt;the senior( is it kailing?) cheoreographs really well.&lt;br /&gt;she's so erm, soft.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine our batch as seniors cheorographing and leadin warm ups and warm downs.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. or it'll probably be veryvery ballet kind.&lt;br /&gt;yup. like all the cheorographys. haha. sorry. maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-6516374901832510751?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/6516374901832510751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=6516374901832510751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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videoworld!!!! i want videoworld.&lt;br /&gt;im happy she's migrating off.&lt;br /&gt;whee. &lt;br /&gt;but there might be a problem with syf.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;okay, there's dance tomorrow at void deck.&lt;br /&gt;i miss corner to corner.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done it in ages.&lt;br /&gt;school was good today.&lt;br /&gt;even though we had like super boring subs.&lt;br /&gt;chinese. math. science.&lt;br /&gt;mdm chee thinks we're motor machines.&lt;br /&gt;she thrusts enormous piles of work at us.&lt;br /&gt;i love the viola instrument. it makes nice music:)&lt;br /&gt;lit was a horrible unproducive time in the com lab searching for stuff on shakespeare like we're his major friends.&lt;br /&gt;unfascinating.&lt;br /&gt;science was awfully tiring.&lt;br /&gt;like squinting at the stupid laptop without a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;learnt some not nice stuff from shalyn.&lt;br /&gt;math was very producive. for once i did all my questions fast and i understood them and got them correct.&lt;br /&gt;praise jesus.&lt;br /&gt;english was reading period again.&lt;br /&gt;miss ang is nice.:)&lt;br /&gt;whee. talked about cmps and blah. &lt;br /&gt;gota discuss later.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. bumped into miss tay and one seveners just now.&lt;br /&gt;super amusing can. hahahah. my mortal is clueless about me i should think.:)&lt;br /&gt;i want my history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's cool you wanna come for dare:)&lt;br /&gt;and i want that horny guy to stop playing his instruments.&lt;br /&gt;cheenacheenatown:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything's changed and different now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2485143125542289266?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-2427960061705736283</id><published>2008-01-27T19:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:33:35.349+07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i think everything's changing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay you know.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to be someone im not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to try to be someone im not.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;who i really am.&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you really.&lt;br /&gt;it's a fallen world out there.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just rest in jesus' love.&lt;br /&gt;it's a comforting thought.&lt;br /&gt;leave everything and just go with jesus.&lt;br /&gt;coolsome.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what happens.&lt;br /&gt;all things will work out for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;cause they all happen for a divine reason.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;hahha. i hate miss shyamala i think.&lt;br /&gt;she likes to shoot her mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was a wrong decision to go to her class.&lt;br /&gt;omg. she doesn't spare a thought for us lor. she just shoots her effing mouth off. like as if she doesn't have faults.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;it's wrong to scold your ballet teacher. but if she doesn't spare a thought for you, then i see nothing wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-2427960061705736283?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/2427960061705736283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=2427960061705736283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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what she said is true.&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayyaya!&lt;br /&gt;i am very happy mans.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha today was a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;except for pw.&lt;br /&gt;that tcher is so what lah.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;somethingy vulgar might come up.&lt;br /&gt;whee. im happy for the sec fours of last year.&lt;br /&gt;they did well:)&lt;br /&gt;lunch was funny.&lt;br /&gt;i am nadirah's babeh!:)&lt;br /&gt;her babeh. and im of course the only babeh.&lt;br /&gt;even though she claims that there are others.&lt;br /&gt;:) i love you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4764302626252932141?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4764302626252932141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-7078825809762193709</id><published>2008-01-24T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:34:38.554+07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>geez. i think my social life's kinda gone.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeew. &lt;br /&gt;i love my mortal.:D&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you. no, make that dislike.&lt;br /&gt;you are a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i want you gone as well.&lt;br /&gt;haaa.&lt;br /&gt;tk teachers are funny. i love most of them.&lt;br /&gt;i want my june holidays here already.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;science test is crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-7078825809762193709?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-5287067581399353968</id><published>2008-01-22T17:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:12:04.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>i dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;you are a nonsensical person.&lt;br /&gt;crazy. &lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;and you have split sides, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for you to get out.&lt;br /&gt;you piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;geez. go away go away go away.&lt;br /&gt;you are a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;hrmph. i don't want to see you in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss su rocks. mrs sew too.&lt;br /&gt;miss foo too. &lt;br /&gt;i miss miss foo's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R5XPD4xyK7I/AAAAAAAABU4/iSi1y3kn9Do/s1600-h/PastorDan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGwJv2gRtms/R5XPD4xyK7I/AAAAAAAABU4/iSi1y3kn9Do/s200/PastorDan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158256613910522802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pastor dan.&lt;br /&gt;this is my youth pastor.&lt;br /&gt;for all you people out there who think that pastors are lauya people.&lt;br /&gt;please look at this awesome and cool man of God and rethink your stereo minds.&lt;br /&gt;pastors are not lauya okay.&lt;br /&gt;fine not all. at least not pastor dan.&lt;br /&gt;he's cool, DARE's cool, and of course, jesus is cool. cooler than you'll ever think he is. and so "sart".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-5287067581399353968?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737498502987302791.post-3669256254787856738</id><published>2008-01-19T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:17:05.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 january 2oo7</title><content type='html'>im happy today:)&lt;br /&gt;like really happy and high.&lt;br /&gt;cause of church and all.&lt;br /&gt;cca promo in the morning. which was kinda slack.&lt;br /&gt;cause there's not much to do for dance.&lt;br /&gt;did a little corner to corner.&lt;br /&gt;whee. walked around the cca booths quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;omg the guides people are like supermarket people.&lt;br /&gt;they give free food. and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love corner to corner. i haven't done it in ages.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the choir which was really kinda good also.&lt;br /&gt;i love the dancing queen song.&lt;br /&gt;sacha mananged to come to dare today:)&lt;br /&gt;whee. pastor dan preached awesome today.&lt;br /&gt;it was about wisdom:) bill gates and king solomon.&lt;br /&gt;really high during praise and worship:)&lt;br /&gt;haha. whee:)&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the zone concert thingy-hillsong!!!! as well as dare2play4!!! omg it's gna be so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-3669256254787856738?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/3669256254787856738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=3669256254787856738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/3669256254787856738'/><link 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/&gt;shooty. i hate the av people. &lt;br /&gt;they are accusers. big fat accusers. anyhow point finger.&lt;br /&gt;i hate av. someone save me. mrs lim's like so excited about it lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i hate that frizzy hair girl.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeyyyyyeerrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;yay! whee. history's first tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy:D yay. SBQs!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i told you i am becoming a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to become serious-er about school and all.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, mrs sew's hockey lessons are hilarious mans.&lt;br /&gt;and i lovvvvvvveeeeee cheesecakes:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737498502987302791-4567766076832751867?l=prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/feeds/4567766076832751867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737498502987302791&amp;postID=4567766076832751867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4567766076832751867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737498502987302791/posts/default/4567766076832751867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettytoesandballetflats.blogspot.com/2008/01/17-january-2oo7.html' title='17 january 2oo7'/><author><name>HISTORY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06703239549441020666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
