<?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-5695250033790219088</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:31:31.416-07:00</updated><category term='dunno whay lah. but secently'/><title type='text'>Sweet Addiction♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6125275263495396619</id><published>2008-11-07T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:22:38.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Glibs.</title><content type='html'>lol!&lt;br /&gt;this is totally cool&lt;br /&gt;today Funny tuition replacement teacher showed us some of her mad glibs.&lt;br /&gt;she asked us for some words and out come the frivolours passage.&lt;br /&gt;can't rmb what she said&lt;br /&gt;bt anywas went home and went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madglibs.com/"&gt;http://www.madglibs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chose a passage about love letter&lt;br /&gt;here's the passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.madglibs.com/images/Gray-Wind.jpg); PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #b3bbf2 ridge; WIDTH: 425px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #b3bbf2 ridge; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d0d0d0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a title="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" href="http://www.madglibs.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" src="http://www.madglibs.com/images/madGlibs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Love Letter 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-TOP: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-LEFT: #8f8fbc inset; WIDTH: 380px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #8f8fbc inset"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dear &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Mc Cain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are extremly &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;intermediate&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;gallop&lt;/span&gt; you! I want kiss your &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;intestine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;[Word Not Submitted]&lt;/span&gt; times. You make my &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;number&lt;/span&gt; burn with desire. When I first saw you, I &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;absorbingly&lt;/span&gt; stared at you and fell in love. Will you &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;signal&lt;/span&gt; out with me? Don`t let your parents discourage you, &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;buttons&lt;/span&gt; are just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever, &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.madglibs.com/showglib.php?glibid=" method="post"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #b3bbf2; COLOR: #f5f5f5; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: outset; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: outset; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: outset; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #444f9f; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: outset" type="submit" value="Try this Mad Glib!"&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.madglibs.com/images/Gray-Wind.jpg); PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #b3bbf2 ridge; WIDTH: 425px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #b3bbf2 ridge; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d0d0d0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a title="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" href="http://www.madglibs.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" src="http://www.madglibs.com/images/madGlibs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-VARIANT: small-capsfont-size:18;" &gt;Be Kind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-TOP: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-LEFT: #8f8fbc inset; WIDTH: 380px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #8f8fbc inset"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Be kind to your &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;obama&lt;/span&gt;-footed &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;stacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a duck may be somebody`s &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;stacks&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Mental instituition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the weather is always &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that this is the &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;bicycle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Well it is. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.madglibs.com/showglib.php?glibid=" method="post"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #b3bbf2; COLOR: #f5f5f5; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: outset; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: outset; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: outset; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #444f9f; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: outset" type="submit" value="Try this Mad Glib!"&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.madglibs.com/images/Gray-Wind.jpg); PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #b3bbf2 ridge; WIDTH: 425px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #b3bbf2 ridge; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d0d0d0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a title="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" href="http://www.madglibs.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" src="http://www.madglibs.com/images/madGlibs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-VARIANT: small-capsfont-size:18;" &gt;Letter From Camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-TOP: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-LEFT: #8f8fbc inset; WIDTH: 380px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #8f8fbc inset"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dear &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I am having a(n) &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;homely&lt;/span&gt; time at camp. The counselour is &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;abstracted&lt;/span&gt; and the food is &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;smelly&lt;/span&gt;. I met &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt; and we became &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; friends. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;possessive&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;veered&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;ear drum&lt;/span&gt; so we couldn`t go &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;wrangling&lt;/span&gt; like everybody else. I need more &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;boxes&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;action figure&lt;/span&gt; sharpener, so please &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;noiselessly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;clap&lt;/span&gt; more when you &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;tie&lt;/span&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;George washington bush&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.madglibs.com/showglib.php?glibid=" method="post"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #b3bbf2; COLOR: #f5f5f5; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: outset; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: outset; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: outset; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #444f9f; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: outset" type="submit" value="Try this Mad Glib!"&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #b3bbf2 ridge; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.madglibs.com/images/Gray-Wind.jpg); PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #b3bbf2 ridge; WIDTH: 425px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #b3bbf2 ridge; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d0d0d0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a title="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" href="http://www.madglibs.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mad:)Glibs - free online Mad Libs" src="http://www.madglibs.com/images/madGlibs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-VARIANT: small-capsfont-size:18;" &gt;Can I Have Your Daughter`s Hand?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-TOP: #8f8fbc inset; BORDER-LEFT: #8f8fbc inset; WIDTH: 380px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #8f8fbc inset"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dear Mr. and Mrs. &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Bon Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;dandylion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;unlace&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;blame&lt;/span&gt;? Ever since I have laid &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;, I have &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;lolled&lt;/span&gt; madly in love with her. I wish that she will be the &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;pecans&lt;/span&gt; and that someday we will &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;inflame&lt;/span&gt; happily ever after. I have a &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;band&lt;/span&gt; as a/an &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Probation Officer&lt;/span&gt; that pays $&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt; each month. I promise to &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;fondle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt; with kindness and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;erny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize;color:#1f2e8e;" &gt;sudoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.madglibs.com/showglib.php?glibid=" method="post"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #b3bbf2; COLOR: #f5f5f5; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: outset; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: outset; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: outset; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #444f9f; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #b3bbf2; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: outset" type="submit" value="Try this Mad Glib!"&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6125275263495396619?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6125275263495396619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6125275263495396619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6125275263495396619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6125275263495396619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/mad-glibs.html' title='Mad Glibs.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5001970185868144207</id><published>2008-11-04T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:22:49.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today  was late for the cca gathering(supposedly) lol*what does supposdly mean anyways? sounds chm enough to be used. hahas*&lt;br /&gt;but not too bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;coz teacher was even later&lt;br /&gt;tghen the dance instructor was like sucking lollipop there.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;so cute lah she....&lt;br /&gt;then she was eating it for a ling time.&lt;br /&gt;still wondering, how come the lollipop doesn't get any smaller?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today brought the costume for nth&lt;br /&gt;coz teacher didn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;aw...&lt;br /&gt;like the costume&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;haven't take picture and post it on blog yet.&lt;br /&gt;today teacher just pick on our actions.&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 big blisters each on my big toe.&lt;br /&gt;super painful...&lt;br /&gt;wanna die liao/&lt;br /&gt;put plaster also come out...&lt;br /&gt;waste dance society's resources(LOL!)&lt;br /&gt; but i didn't know there was such thing as a first aid boc in dance socie4ty leh&lt;br /&gt;looks damn resourceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;VERY SORRY TO YUE LING!!!&lt;br /&gt;coz i promise her to tell her 3 ideas for the proposal for the psl cid thing&lt;br /&gt;the spastic children's association ytd&lt;br /&gt; but i forgot!&lt;br /&gt;was going to tell her now but she submitted the proposal liao.&lt;br /&gt;ai yo....&lt;br /&gt;me ah....&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways juust finished playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;yays skills getting better.&lt;br /&gt;sheena just send me one of the sonatas to me.&lt;br /&gt;it's my grade 8 exam piece. damn well played...&lt;br /&gt;if she sent it to me earlier i would have played better.&lt;br /&gt;and get a distinction&lt;br /&gt;coz i was only 1 mark aways from distinction&lt;br /&gt;skills and oral pulled me down...&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;for skills i just gave away marks coz i forgot that there are 4 octaves...&lt;br /&gt;ai yo.&lt;br /&gt;lidat only ma.&lt;br /&gt;also not see your memory good or not.&lt;br /&gt;i think they are very strivt with the marks leh.&lt;br /&gt;and my instructor also female one.&lt;br /&gt;usually female instructors are more strict.&lt;br /&gt;so good.&lt;br /&gt;my friend both times also male instructor&lt;br /&gt;* i smell coke... yay!*&lt;br /&gt;then she get quite high lah.&lt;br /&gt; *w8, tt' s not coke.... it's the pine's wash toilet thingy!!!! LOL!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;anywyas&lt;br /&gt;think i need to brush up on theory skills le&lt;br /&gt;forgot everything teacher taught me hahas&lt;br /&gt;just finished discussing with cw.&lt;br /&gt;now she telling yi xuan the stuff for maths.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt; I WANNA GO OVERSEAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta buy swimming costume&lt;br /&gt;mine is too obscene&lt;br /&gt;no it's not bikini(LIKE I WOULD WEAR...)&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like the 3 sided suit&lt;br /&gt;i like 4 sided&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i so  bao2 shou3.&lt;br /&gt;wadever man...&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;gtg now&lt;br /&gt;bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5001970185868144207?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5001970185868144207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4872569309122681933</id><published>2008-11-03T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:28:14.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rvds XD</title><content type='html'>finished the tuition class's ppt presentation on healthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sis said hi to me from switz through msn&lt;br /&gt;was tlaking to her until mom came and snatched the com away. lol&lt;br /&gt;to talk to my si ter of coz.&lt;br /&gt;here is the list of cra we were talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;quitessence is me&lt;br /&gt;. is her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;u there?&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;coz psls are going to some spastic children school&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;we must think of games that childrne form 1 month to 1 year old plays&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;and 2 to 4 and 4 to 6 year old&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;crawl around&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;DOTS&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;1 year old play what game&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;1 1 MONTH LEH?&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;*1&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;peek a boo can entertain them for lik5 hours already la&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;lame lah....&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;just get someone to shake something pretty and shiny in front of them&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;like keys&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;LAME...&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;ask mama&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;1 month leh&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;doesnt' she work in a kindergarten or something&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;bring a ball or something&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;but all she did was help thm change&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;clah clah clah&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;big enough so they dont' eat it&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;and small enough so they don't hurt themselves&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;2 to 4?&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;6 year olds can play those sit in a circles games&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;but our space very limited&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;or tell them stories&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;icic&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;can play broken telephone what&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;skipping&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;make them prepare a short skit or something&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;but must be soemthing simple&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;like fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;we a re supposed to do that....&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;for them&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;tyty once again&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go over seas....&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;where you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;i wann go the zhi feng there&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;coz there got dance school&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;very good de&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;then can go practice&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;..... you wanna join dance school&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;go there for a few days also qiute enriching lah&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;your head la&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;i saying holidays&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;scare me..&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;lame...&lt;br /&gt;. says:&lt;br /&gt;really what&lt;br /&gt;Quintessence says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to play piano lor&lt;br /&gt;today woke u[p at bout 7 to practice pointe shoe.&lt;br /&gt;left big toe still hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and i am totally obsessed wih the 2001 syf rv girls perfomance.&lt;br /&gt;here is the video. oh btw the dance is called quitessence hahas. tt's why my msn is quitessence.XD&lt;br /&gt;hope ya like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_8blVPq1LE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rvds got gold with honors. it's the 2nd best dance in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;ai ya, nhhs beat them. but i think rvds one nicer leh.&lt;br /&gt;this is the nnhs one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDwexu9ptpo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda weird. lol nvm&lt;br /&gt;it's still dance anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then this is the qian hong and hong shan that kellin introduced.&lt;br /&gt;respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igQUxj5Dy0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2013635661871994903</id><published>2008-11-01T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:28:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday sports day, minotaur won.&lt;br /&gt;wow so lucky lols. 1st sports day then win le.&lt;br /&gt;although  last year minotaur was last -.-&lt;br /&gt;for the cross country we got 195 points.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i didn't contribute any though, coz that time my stamina was even worse then now, can't even run 2 rounds straight.&lt;br /&gt;now at least can run 3 rounds straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought minotuar wouldn't win coz we won very little event but ours are mostly 1st or second.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was seating behind me, she cheer damn loud lah.(but i also :P)&lt;br /&gt;my ears are exploding man... lol&lt;br /&gt;when i went home my throuat was so hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to go tuition&lt;br /&gt;but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;slept for 2 hours and woke up at 6 to find that i have to go for tuition immediately and i haven't finished my hw.&lt;br /&gt;so dead.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't late(heng ah)&lt;br /&gt;* joanne just asked me to do a short survey for the maths project. oh crap, mahts project....*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ate mc donalds student meal. sobs... have to sacrifice the fries.&lt;br /&gt;coz student meal is like $1.50 cheaper and wanna save $$ mah.&lt;br /&gt;later my mom kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways reacher there, found out that only 3 person did the ppt out of 12 ppl.( 4 person if u consider the one who chiong during lesson)&lt;br /&gt;the penalty was supposed to be doing a scene of romeo and juliet. but we ran out of time (as usual) and ended up doing some w/s intead.&lt;br /&gt;heng ah&lt;br /&gt;but then she said, if next week still never d, then must do romeo and romeo or juliet and juliet.&lt;br /&gt;omg. so i better start doing now and sent to my own email incase i didn't bring the thumb drive.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;*mum just gave me oranges. yay:D*&lt;br /&gt;i just now asked my dance snr a very stupid question on msn.....&lt;br /&gt;coz the cca leaer tol us that girls need to wear fake eye lashes mah. then i was wondering if guys need to wear also.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask him lah.&lt;br /&gt;he was like no...*question marks*&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;k anyways today's ballet was quite ok lah. i think this is the best lesson of the year.&lt;br /&gt;although my deet still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;lols. 2 more weeks to "vivace" the performance.&lt;br /&gt;and my friend SPRAINED HER ANKLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt; i really hop she recover well and fast.&lt;br /&gt;coz this dance is really terrible and without one person if would be kinda empty.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this year's performance is kinda a risk.&lt;br /&gt;everyting is so rush.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i really want to be the emcee again.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;the one i did for dance horizon was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;got to know the backstage of victoria theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2013635661871994903?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2013635661871994903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2013635661871994903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2013635661871994903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2013635661871994903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-sports-day-minotaur-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8279211060790449257</id><published>2008-10-01T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:38:10.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;because wendy smsed me in the morning and asked me of i wanted to revise together&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up lor&lt;br /&gt;then i slept for another 6 min, before waking up&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast, then went online to revise english compo&lt;br /&gt;after that, i revised chinese compo.....&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, oned the tv as usual&lt;br /&gt;checked out what's on kids central&lt;br /&gt;they are screening the movie, Bingo&lt;br /&gt;just started&lt;br /&gt;so i watched until 2 pm. lol&lt;br /&gt;it's damn nice and touching&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be action plus comedy&lt;br /&gt;but i cride halfway&lt;br /&gt;coz i thought the dog died&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;after that resumed to work.&lt;br /&gt;wendy was online so we chat&lt;br /&gt;then after a while, she said that sh wanted to swim&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to swim while revising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour later or rather at 3,&lt;br /&gt;we were in the swimming ppol revising liao&lt;br /&gt;but then we couldn't really concentrate for long.&lt;br /&gt;at 1st went to the small small pool.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad it's called&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;coz cozy mah&lt;br /&gt;then after that a bit sian lio&lt;br /&gt;so went to the bigger pool&lt;br /&gt;there more cold.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like freezing&lt;br /&gt;so swim swim swim.....&lt;br /&gt;then got sian&lt;br /&gt;so we start jumping&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;train the calf muscles&lt;br /&gt;then when we decided to go bathe,&lt;br /&gt;we jump on the land, then like very hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's like astronauts in space&lt;br /&gt;when thjey come back earth, can't even stand liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so addicted to "one step at a time"&lt;br /&gt;it's my blog song&lt;br /&gt;but dunno can hear or not&lt;br /&gt;coz my com crashed recently&lt;br /&gt;then now cannot find the modem for the web connection&lt;br /&gt;so must use telephone line&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;then now very lack lor....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah&lt;br /&gt;gtg and revise le&lt;br /&gt;byebye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1944640459848676424</id><published>2008-09-29T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:19:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went replacement class for tuition again, so sian&lt;br /&gt;the class is full of RGS girls&lt;br /&gt;there is only 1 poor hwa Chong guy.&lt;br /&gt;the RGS ppl kept talking about the Bishan Gay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;went to the library and found jie ying, benson, Jasmine and Da xin(i think)&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;was planning to revise lah.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine kept talking about sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then make jie ying and me laugh, so cannot concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;left at 3.45 coz got to go tuition.:(&lt;br /&gt;today didn't get chosen for sc, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;but can't believe that eugene got chosen&lt;br /&gt;i think because bei hwa very popular then eugene do the speech with him mah.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, congrats to elizabelle.&lt;br /&gt;coz if she didn't get in this time, she would have to do another campaigning speech next year.&lt;br /&gt;anways, i got into psl lah.&lt;br /&gt;was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wouldn't get into psl already, after i got shortlisted.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, wiil do my best to be psl:D&lt;br /&gt;must not be moody liao.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't get a class that is as bad as this.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like badmouthing myself lah.&lt;br /&gt;gosh... i should change blog skin already.&lt;br /&gt;this blogskin is so boring lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6563106557369074783</id><published>2008-09-26T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:18:34.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. so long without blogging.&lt;br /&gt;lol. ai ya no time mah...&lt;br /&gt;tomolo is saturday.&lt;br /&gt;1 week after the dance horizon performance.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i miss the time when we were at rehearsal so much.&lt;br /&gt;although it's kinda boring, considering i don't know much people there.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the back stage. lol&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda cozy.&lt;br /&gt;plus i get to see ppl dance&lt;br /&gt;and i got a free horizon t-shirt!!!.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like wearing it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hat exams xia....&lt;br /&gt;just finished la and bio theory.&lt;br /&gt;for bio theory, i really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO DO THE LAST QUIETION!!!!OMG.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN 1 PERSON BE SO COCK EYE!!!??/&lt;br /&gt;anyways, say all these too late liao.&lt;br /&gt;die then die lor.&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;for la, i dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;njot sure.&lt;br /&gt;maybe will die also.&lt;br /&gt;but doesn't make anyw difference.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get a highergpa for the eoy.&lt;br /&gt;okay, gtg revise chi compo already,&lt;br /&gt;it is deproving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i am really dying now....&lt;br /&gt;2 whole weeks without dancing!!!.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a minute without air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;i was doing grand jete outside the classroom with ching wei at around 4.&lt;br /&gt;then the seam of the pinafore at the left side split!!.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like omgomgomg....&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;nvm lah&lt;br /&gt;alsonot very high.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then today i over slept in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;when i wok up i was like far from home&lt;br /&gt;luckily it's only abt 6.&lt;br /&gt;if it's 7, i will sure get lost.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, life is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6563106557369074783?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6563106557369074783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6563106557369074783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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here and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;yeserday went to the je library to do hw with wendy h&lt;br /&gt;it was like so crowded lah.&lt;br /&gt;plus there is a security guard that looks like mas selamat there....*hehehe*&lt;br /&gt;that time he caught my drinking gren tea at the erd level.&lt;br /&gt;please lor. he so qiong for wad.&lt;br /&gt;i tot can drink green tea at the 3rd level coz can drink green tea in the 4th level&lt;br /&gt;then after that he just stand there and stare.&lt;br /&gt;wa lao. i got so nice to stare 1 meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;i downloading audition now XD&lt;br /&gt;i hope can plae.&lt;br /&gt;download for a very very long time already....&lt;br /&gt;it's at 81% after 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;now i finally understood wad a snail's pace meant.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so sad that i missed the gymnastics olympic.&lt;br /&gt;why china didn't win this time!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, found this video on you-tube.&lt;br /&gt;to me it's damm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uL1rB0GPIhI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uL1rB0GPIhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6614194025971773452?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6614194025971773452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6614194025971773452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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reached munich already&lt;br /&gt;poor sister.&lt;br /&gt;sat there, cannot move for 13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;but for me i thin it would be rather fun:)&lt;br /&gt;at least can get to hear from her.&lt;br /&gt;it's more than relief.&lt;br /&gt;hope the 4 months would be like 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be really hard.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna  to stay at home a lone.&lt;br /&gt;and when i go school nobody would be at home to accompnay mama.&lt;br /&gt;poor mummy:(&lt;br /&gt;emoing like crazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i am listening to in your eyes by kylie minologue.&lt;br /&gt;like this song very much lol.&lt;br /&gt;so confused and sad.&lt;br /&gt;so many events happened now la&lt;br /&gt;sister went&lt;br /&gt;cousin came&lt;br /&gt;olympics&lt;br /&gt;national day&lt;br /&gt;exams&lt;br /&gt;all these made the other enjoyable things unenjoyable&lt;br /&gt;like going to school&lt;br /&gt;Third lang( actuallt not. coz it's aleady unenjoyable)&lt;br /&gt;goint for dance.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna die....&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i wanna do is emo.&lt;br /&gt;gtg go and do hw liao.&lt;br /&gt;l8er still need to play with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;or rather i want to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-7121446611642886662?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7121446611642886662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=7121446611642886662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7121446611642886662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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older sis) sleptover at our house ystd.&lt;br /&gt;they are like damn good friends lah.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really feel sad until when my sister went into the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;which means we are not allowed to go in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;she said she won't cry.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end she did.&lt;br /&gt;that's why she walk away so fast.&lt;br /&gt;den mummy cried also.&lt;br /&gt;yay. i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;wat's the use of crying anyway&lt;br /&gt;i already cry all the tears finish when my hamster saphire died.&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;leaving temporary is better than leaving for good.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i didn't cry&lt;br /&gt;i 想得很开.lols&lt;br /&gt;Charlene jie also cried.&lt;br /&gt;MY sister's friends came too. not many,&lt;br /&gt;coz i guess it's too early le.&lt;br /&gt;Jing Xian was one of them&lt;br /&gt;den there is this ex- dance snr.&lt;br /&gt;she also came&lt;br /&gt;but i dun know her.&lt;br /&gt;she is my snr-snr-snr-snr-snr&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;k. gtg do hw before i can relax, play monster mash with my cousin, and talk talk with my snrs and friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1664885159342917121?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1664885159342917121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1664885159342917121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1664885159342917121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1664885159342917121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-woke-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5221387238085572433</id><published>2008-08-03T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:02:01.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol some pictures of my bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/SJWBskaN8jI/AAAAAAAAACw/5UIFUix7rus/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230229144948568626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6843971573447231872</id><published>2008-08-01T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:42:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my blog needs some pictures. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i shalll start taking a lot of pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6843971573447231872?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6843971573447231872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6843971573447231872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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emotions hor. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: lol coz that is actually my chinese name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudan: wad u mean take a nap with contacts? lol. i update liao lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Wei: lol. YO-Yos Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicoline: guess so. if we can. coz maybe mrs foo dun allow us. Anyways, when is teacher's day? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ruth: are you the ruth from phpps?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rufy: You tag 2 times using different names izit? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mag: hi-hi! i went to your blog; very nice:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xue: lols. kk i will go tags(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pika: I think so. lol.who you going with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-704213507776202259?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/704213507776202259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=704213507776202259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i can't be stopped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;having flue not. kept sneezing in the bus. my throat is fry and hurts, my nose is blocked and i feel horrible inside.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna go school....&lt;br /&gt;persisted for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i just needa break!&lt;br /&gt;i so wish that the whole week we do not have to go school(which is impossible and don't i even think about it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. bye. gtg sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6326422764373149310?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6326422764373149310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6326422764373149310' title='0 Comments'/><link 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it's the 100th post!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;today damm emo xia....&lt;br /&gt;plus i listening to this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8fx2B_RDAl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8fx2B_RDAl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/A60M1d/music/CPhDfu69/17unachievable_love_the_legends/"&gt;17.Unachievable Love/未完成的愛/이루어지지 않는 사랑~太王四神記(The Legends)  - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesteday saty until 12 am, coz using com.&lt;br /&gt;was chatting with dance senior.&lt;br /&gt;shall not tell the name&lt;br /&gt;he damm emo lor...&lt;br /&gt;now influence me.&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;catchcha later!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4269707085610747506</id><published>2008-07-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:47:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98th post</title><content type='html'>lols.&lt;br /&gt;so looooooong never blog already.&lt;br /&gt;anwyays. this is the 98th post.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;lols, todmolo got german test.&lt;br /&gt;ai ya, i always the very crucial time go and play play computer 1.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, still revising.&lt;br /&gt;my head going to explode le....&lt;br /&gt;today wanted to go dance studio but thenthe general office say only can be cca leader of the teacher in charge go and take the key.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so we went to the hall lor.&lt;br /&gt;but then after a while the 1a,b,d people came for their nd formation.&lt;br /&gt;they are like so bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;ostracise 1 C&lt;br /&gt;like purposely, skip to 1D&lt;br /&gt;but never mind, we still have 1H and 1E.&lt;br /&gt;people there are all very nice de.&lt;br /&gt;must do better than them. muhahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;anways, just wanted to make this blog alive again, and update some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sorry people if i never link u.&lt;br /&gt;that's coz i'm too busy already.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;take care people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4269707085610747506?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4269707085610747506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4269707085610747506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4269707085610747506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4269707085610747506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/98th-post.html' title='98th post'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5578401144228267604</id><published>2008-06-13T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:31:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to school for dance practice again, by right we should stay at home&lt;br /&gt;(in the end we only dance 2 times and then went home. waste our time...)&lt;br /&gt;coz today is the sec3 and sec 4 dance.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher decided that they will perform for the speech day coz this time's speech day is more important. and he think we'll probably make a fool of ourselves on the stage, coz this time's mordern. we are not that familiar and it's kinda hard anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wear contacts today.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could. coz my own contacts were not ready yet,&lt;br /&gt;and i ran out of trial lens.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda troublesome and sometimes it's aso useful.&lt;br /&gt;coz it won't drop but u can'tsleep with it.&lt;br /&gt;which means u can't even doze off for 5 min on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;but i did, for more than 5 min, yesterday. coz i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who went for dance practise yesterday and who came today, are all achingover.&lt;br /&gt;i could hardly stand after today's practise coz we did stretching again&lt;br /&gt;pls lah teacher, lidat will over stretch de.&lt;br /&gt;so, i cancelled the tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;coz i think in will die going there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5578401144228267604?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5578401144228267604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3937739883600835964</id><published>2008-06-07T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:52:00.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>today i woke up at 10.45&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;that's so late.&lt;br /&gt;the latest time in my record.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;tomolo is dance camp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i packed all my stuff in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;coz i don't want to ruch at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;i love camps.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. here are the homwwork i have yet to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;read journey to the west chapters 6 to 10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do chinese cong composing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jian bao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english compo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm doing the 2nd one nowhere are the reply to tags&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/&amp;amp;nikki: ok and tyty:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amanda: lols and tyty. hahas. see if they even dare to after i posted this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wendy: hahas i did post more. and gd luck on your blog(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;astrid: of course, i mean they are the omlympic people!! and anyways. dun feel too bad la. we are not gymnasts(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rita-nat: hahas. sorry so late. but i will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youweremy-fairytale.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;laetitia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: hhi! i still dunno who u are . lols. anyways, ok, and your blog very nice leh(:!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;clarrissa: wa! lols. nvm i fnd your blog too!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/games/Playing_with_Fire_2"&gt;Playing with Fire 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/fire180.gif" border="0" height="135" width="180"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3937739883600835964?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3937739883600835964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3937739883600835964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3937739883600835964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3937739883600835964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2191211862414255757</id><published>2008-06-05T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:32:34.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94th post!</title><content type='html'>well, today i didn't really go try the contacts YET we only went to see the price of it.&lt;br /&gt;coz 1 day acuve lens are really ex.&lt;br /&gt;but later i'll go united square with mommy to try out another shop.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm going there for tuition later&lt;br /&gt;shucks, haven't finish my hw.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to do.&lt;br /&gt;school haven't teach yet and teacher didn't really have time to explain, coz we were always so yper.&lt;br /&gt;and today i'm suppose to give a presentation....&lt;br /&gt;why must there be presentations in the world!?&lt;br /&gt;i totally dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today  's shop at west mall said that they can let me try on the 1 day lens for 2 days. if i feel comfortable with it, i can come back and purchase.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i can refund it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should change my blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm using wireless.&lt;br /&gt;lols, somebody else one&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 wishes before i say buh bye&lt;br /&gt;get contacts!&lt;br /&gt;get contacts!!&lt;br /&gt;get contacts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2191211862414255757?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4484464039896984841</id><published>2008-06-05T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:21:28.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!!! I'M GOING TO TRY ON CONTACTS TOMMOROW!!!~~~:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;hate to wear spects...&lt;br /&gt;it's so annoying. especially during dance.&lt;br /&gt;bad sadly i only limit myself to wearing it to dance classes only.&lt;br /&gt;coz it's damn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;you might think that i'm silly right.&lt;br /&gt;but these days $$ is tight. coz we need ahuge sum to send my sis off to attend uni.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. this was the story how i am going to get contacts.&lt;br /&gt;ah... it's a long long story.&lt;br /&gt;long long time ago, in a far far away land....&lt;br /&gt;WADEVA&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;crapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was going to meet meng ping and Jamie in the Jurong East library.&lt;br /&gt;( i went there like the 3rd time. i go there everytime at 10am when library opens. everytime i see some people.1st day i saw all the sec 3 dance seniors. 2nd day i saw shi kai, eugene, and some seniors.today i saw 2 girls from 1b. 3 people from 1b including morgan, another boy, and anouther girl i not sure if she is also from 1 b, i saw my best friend wendy and her class chairmanat the library and today i also saw foong hui and gail at the kfc with jamie when we were eating, while meng ping was starving in the library.(harharhar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so i went down for a walk walk coz my legs are totally stiff. jamie was still at level 4 playing my com( we spent the whole day playing coz the maths project was really so boring...) then i saw wendy while i was going down the escalator. i was like:"hi wendy! who's that?" then i point at the chairperson. then a series of events happened. well that's another story. i said bye and went up.&lt;br /&gt;because we were playing and using up a table, jamie and i felt guilty of hogging up the place,so i decided to call wendy to come up, since they are really doing work unlike us. harhar...&lt;br /&gt;but she said that they are too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;oh. so nvm lor.&lt;br /&gt;later, she called me, and told me that she'll come up.&lt;br /&gt;but coz the floor here is like cement, and my butt is hurting like hell, i decided to go down. coz she is sitting on the floor and it is carpetted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we play plpay play play....&lt;br /&gt;then it's 5&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go home&lt;br /&gt;with nothing done&lt;br /&gt;a com almost out of battery,&lt;br /&gt;a fatigue zest&lt;br /&gt;and a new friend( for jamie of course)&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;we said bye&lt;br /&gt;and we went separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;well wendy and i went the same way coz we live near each other.&lt;br /&gt;then she said that she wants to stop by the spectacle shop to get her contacts and i was like:&lt;br /&gt;"WENDY!!! YOU GOT CONTACT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;then she was like duh....&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;so i went with her&lt;br /&gt;initially i decided just to stay for 10 min&lt;br /&gt;but then i forgot about the time&lt;br /&gt;coz wearing contacts is so intersting&lt;br /&gt;and if i were to wear contacts in future i can listen to  the person on how to take care of the contacts, how to wear....&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;okay here are the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;never rinse it with tap water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always wash your hands WITH SOAP befor touching your contacts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when storing your contacts in the box, rinse the whole box(with solution), then pour in the solution into eachh separate section up to the mark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always push the contacts right to the bottom when closing the cap. so that it won't be scratched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when puttin on, use your left and right hands to pull your eyelids wider and stare straight in front as you gently slid the contacts onto your pupils. lastly, let go of your finger(contact) and look down befor closing your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when tacking down, pull your lower eyelid and look up. slide the contacts down before pinching them out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's about all. can't really rmb them anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*yawn*gtg sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byes:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4484464039896984841?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4484464039896984841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4484464039896984841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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die le...&lt;br /&gt;everyday practice 5 hours of dance.&lt;br /&gt;this is only from monday to monday.(8 days.)&lt;br /&gt;then school dance society.&lt;br /&gt;if u join the syf, it's like 6 and a half hours and i got a feeling it will drag on.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, the school dance shld be better and less"aggressive" than the taratella(correct spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;but the marzuka was nice, and relexing.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't perspire a bit for marzuka.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad to go home:D&lt;br /&gt;today i also got a cut on my 2nd toe.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts and it bleed.&lt;br /&gt;not a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5032774119299732514?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5032774119299732514/comments/default' title='Post 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TORTURE!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hahs, the more the better, i am a sadist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this video on you-tube.&lt;br /&gt;omg... those ppl are so&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;pro......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMJorfZpAiE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMJorfZpAiE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;got another 1 here.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda scary looking at those nasty falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Aoqg1z-x1o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Aoqg1z-x1o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-7901148336672644009</id><published>2008-05-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:59:34.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90th post.</title><content type='html'>Today i just had my german test.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;no that difficult and not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;just that some questions i am not able to do.&lt;br /&gt;others are quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;tday got back some results for the mid year assesments&lt;br /&gt;i was quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;coz i only scored abt 74.3 for science.&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting myself to get at least 80 plus.&lt;br /&gt;i diddn't know how joyce scored 90 plus.&lt;br /&gt;but i am sure of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;is that i didn't give in my best.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;chinese wasn't that appealing too.&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't expect myself to do well in paper 2, coz i suck at it, the results still, were not too good. feel like punching some sense into myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's a tiring day... came back from 3rdlang and still have tons of hw to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of hw that i decided to go blogging instead.&lt;br /&gt;today while going back home, as if today's disrupting events were not  interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;bloody ivan and his friend zi xin came annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake...&lt;br /&gt;why a m i so unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;same cca as them,&lt;br /&gt;same 3rd lang class as them&lt;br /&gt;i'd&lt;br /&gt;      rather&lt;br /&gt;                   go&lt;br /&gt;                         and&lt;br /&gt;                                 die....&lt;br /&gt;so it begin with ivan and zi xin walking behind me and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;(stalking to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;then stupid ivan tried to trip me.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn annoying&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;if he ever annoys me again, i'll turn away straight away and slap him&lt;br /&gt;in the face if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we went (unfortunately) to the mrt(together)&lt;br /&gt;then he was like asking zi xin whixh stop i stop at.&lt;br /&gt;i walked right towards the end of the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;and i hoped he didn't follow.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat at the bench there.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunatley he did.&lt;br /&gt;coz i heard their giggles.&lt;br /&gt;so i started walking away, through the back.&lt;br /&gt;and indeed i saw them walking towards the place i evcuated few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't see me though.&lt;br /&gt;phew...&lt;br /&gt;so i walked...&lt;br /&gt;and walked...&lt;br /&gt;and boared the upcoming train(unfortuantely with them)&lt;br /&gt;at the next stop, i alighted.&lt;br /&gt;though it wasn't my stop.&lt;br /&gt;but i did. coz the previous train was terminating at yi shun.&lt;br /&gt;that means we would have to get down again.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm afraid when we got down, the stupid ivan would come and stalk me again.&lt;br /&gt;so i alighted. and walked right to the other end of the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;ivan can never stalk me now...&lt;br /&gt;he think i so easy to bully ar?&lt;br /&gt;as if he can out-smart me..&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;anwyays. went home safetly without any despicable stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;i swear that if he ever annoys me again, i will personally get him into serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;in anway.&lt;br /&gt;if it even means to kill somebody.&lt;br /&gt;no lah...&lt;br /&gt;i not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4684771914440625116</id><published>2008-05-04T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:29:58.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate exams...</title><content type='html'>the previous exam on friday was so boring...&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;that proves i hate exams and we shld not take it coz it kills paper!&lt;br /&gt;yea i noe, i recieved the chain msg.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;now down with teribble terrible flu.&lt;br /&gt;i called jami just now then i ask her if my voice got change.&lt;br /&gt;she say changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i bet if she didn't store my phone no. in her hp, she would have thought i am some lunatic&lt;br /&gt;who calls myself as best friend.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;coming on9 now to check if there is any new ppt uploaded and there is.&lt;br /&gt;thank god  that i am so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;urm.&lt;br /&gt;with nth to say,&lt;br /&gt;bye(:&lt;br /&gt;and gd luck for your exams everyone(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4684771914440625116?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4684771914440625116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4684771914440625116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4684771914440625116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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enough to love is it enough to breath somebody rip my heart out and leave me hear to bleed is it enough to die somebody save my life i'd rather be anything but ordinary please to walk within the lines would make my life so boring i want to know that i have been to the extreme so knock me off my feet come on now give it to me anything to make me feel alive is it enough is it enough to love is it enough to breath somebody rip my heart out and leave me hear to bleed is it enough to die somebody save my life i'd rather be anything but ordinary please i'd rather be anything but ordinary please let down your defenses use no common sense if you look you will see that this world is this beautiful accident turbulent suculent im feeling permanent no way i won't taste it don't wanna waste it away sometimes i get so weird i even freak myself out and laugh myself to sleep its my lullaby is it enough is it enough is it enough to breath somebodt rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed is it enough to die somebody save my life i'd rather be anything but ordinary please is it enough is it enough to die somebody save my life i'd rather be anything but ordinary please oh i'd rather be anything but ordinary please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3421607481651862587?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3421607481651862587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3421607481651862587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3421607481651862587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3421607481651862587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/anything-but-ordinary.html' title='Anything but ordinary'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5890389471688424323</id><published>2008-04-30T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:23:03.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skipped deutch unterrichtfach wieder</title><content type='html'>today i skipped german lesson again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so naughty&lt;br /&gt;and so rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;it's not entirely act of misvhief.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just simply too tired.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't think properly in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; need my power nap...&lt;br /&gt;went fo history remedial anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so can't go the german lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i am so too tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry for what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to be good student&lt;br /&gt;anyway, revising history now.&lt;br /&gt;my history sucks.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention science.&lt;br /&gt;have to revise for it.&lt;br /&gt;on friday is la and chi test.&lt;br /&gt;i give up on la le.&lt;br /&gt;but i need to buck up on chi.&lt;br /&gt;dun want to comit any silly mistake&lt;br /&gt;which would make me give up my 1 st&lt;br /&gt;position in lass for chinese to other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;wa i sound so despo and bitchy xia.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone!(:&lt;br /&gt;for upcoming exams(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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wieder'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3967562053314194740</id><published>2008-04-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:44:46.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i thought the science test paper was dued the next day. so i chiong .&lt;br /&gt;i literally burned mid night oil. coz i slept at 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;2 and a half hours past my bed time.&lt;br /&gt;but today i wasn't so tired.&lt;br /&gt;btw. forgot tobring malay tb again...&lt;br /&gt;left it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;and i  brought my calculator.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot today dun have maths.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so muddle headed.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today went to do gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;then used my hp to listen to the music for the gym.&lt;br /&gt;coz i trying out hand stand, so i pass my phone to jamie. i ask her take care for me.&lt;br /&gt;coz i trust her mahs. lol:)&lt;br /&gt;then i 4got to take back lor.&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, 963, i chatting so happily with genevive and elizabelle. i 4got that my phone was with her.&lt;br /&gt;when i found that my phone was lost.&lt;br /&gt; i really broke out in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;then i ask genevive call my phone.&lt;br /&gt;no vibration in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;half becoz the phone is very ex , my mum will kill me, and a mixture of other feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i tried recalling where i put my phone but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask genevieve to ask her class cp nicholas(correct sp?)&lt;br /&gt;whether he got see my phone.&lt;br /&gt;coz maybe i just left it there and he saw it.&lt;br /&gt;then after i went home, i called jamie's h and hp.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't answer. i call genevieve she also nv answer.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cry liao&lt;br /&gt;after i finish bathing, jamie called. she ask me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her if my phone was with her and i was praying that it was.&lt;br /&gt;she told me yes and seemed surprise.&lt;br /&gt;oh no..&lt;br /&gt;poor phone...&lt;br /&gt;gotta stay with my friend for 1 night.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;wa... i miss my phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3967562053314194740?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3967562053314194740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2204226156473249671</id><published>2008-04-17T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:53:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th April</title><content type='html'>Yays!&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to my birth day.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i enjoy that day.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;today the dance teacher was on mc.&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't go for dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;we thought there was.&lt;br /&gt;sadsxxx&lt;br /&gt;so ching wei and i decided to go home after we did our d and t project.&lt;br /&gt;(i didn't do finish, not sure when is the dead line but i really couldn't be bothered anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;we walked past the hall and saw a.k.a cheryl there. practising gymnastics with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;so we went and joion her.&lt;br /&gt;dance senior shaun also there&lt;br /&gt;Ching wei triedto do font flip.&lt;br /&gt;and she could&lt;br /&gt;later clasrrissa also came.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know she was from gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;she is damn flex.&lt;br /&gt;i felt i bit miserable coz i can't do those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my arms are just too weak.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;need to do more pumping.&lt;br /&gt;must train hard hard.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i love physical torture sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i just like torturing myself this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that i got more sensitive to the suroundings especially at the start of sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could just fling it off me.&lt;br /&gt;i tried really hard.&lt;br /&gt;suceeded alittle though.&lt;br /&gt;coz none of my primary school friends seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;may be it's just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i got back my maths assignment.&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;i almost died lor.&lt;br /&gt;i only gt 1.&lt;br /&gt;felt so down.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also became kinda anti social.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps due to my diet?&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i really haven't been eating very well since after psle.&lt;br /&gt;always feel lethargic and restless to talk.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'd rather be myself.&lt;br /&gt;which is not typical me.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so full of live in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;now it's kinda a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;although i amd trying.&lt;br /&gt;making ppl have the impression i dun like them&lt;br /&gt;coz i only brighten up when i am with ppl who i always stick with like Jamie(my best friend) and Meng Ping.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;srysry!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;i dun see what's the reason for a blog&lt;br /&gt;ayways.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog soon!&lt;br /&gt;bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8222250716169835927</id><published>2008-03-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:09:36.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sleepy.</title><content type='html'>Now i doing Geography hw.&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Cause yesterday i slept late.&lt;br /&gt;doing LA i was staring at mdm Chan but i was actually sleeping, i sleep until halfway then i woke up coz mdm chan suddenly raised her voice.&lt;br /&gt;then i look down and pretend to be reading something, then i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;since when did i mastered the art of sleeping with my eyes open?&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;anways, today i was totally unprepared for the chi oral thing.&lt;br /&gt;why does jojo have to choose number 20?&lt;br /&gt;the wrong day at the wrong time picking the wrong thing....&lt;br /&gt;then i was like shivering lah.&lt;br /&gt;coz too nerous.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end teacheronly gave me 9.&lt;br /&gt;actually, that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;but it woul have been better if i had gotten 10.&lt;br /&gt;how i wich that i was ryan so i can g redo.&lt;br /&gt;but his was seriously short.&lt;br /&gt; i also  had to endure the time when Yang lao shi emphasised the part when jojo called my register number.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didn't call his 1.&lt;br /&gt;so sian.&lt;br /&gt;just 3 register numbers away xia.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so 空虚...&lt;br /&gt;dunno why lah.&lt;br /&gt;i should have been in 1b for some reason, but then again, i'm alright with this class.&lt;br /&gt;just that i am not very comfortable with where i am sitting.&lt;br /&gt;beginning to talk lesser to elizabelle.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not quarrelling or staying away from her lah(as a friend)&lt;br /&gt;so i think i should interact more.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ching wei is nice, but i not so close to foong hui, wan zhen and lydia, so everytime ther's group work, i will auto matically, or rather i have no choice, but to look for somebody else to group with, whih is always Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;cause ellizabelle is closaer with them.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am just more comfortable with Jamie lah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tt's because both of us are quite similiar in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;feeling very warm now.&lt;br /&gt;hope tomolo dun go school.&lt;br /&gt;sobs...&lt;br /&gt;so tired...&lt;br /&gt;scarley have panda eyes....&lt;br /&gt;byes:)&lt;br /&gt;*managing a smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8222250716169835927?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8222250716169835927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8222250716169835927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8222250716169835927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8222250716169835927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-sleepy.html' title='So sleepy.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8578974085697830470</id><published>2008-03-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:18:40.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Group Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's not a big deal being a group leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but not in the cid project this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I count myself as unlucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because of the way we chose who woul become the leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's just by luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;see which type you get: good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the CID project of making rockets, i think the leader plays the most important role, and i dun't want to flunk the project by being a irresponsible, bad, unserious, blahblahblah and all the bad things i can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so i decided today is the day i should start work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;really need moral support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maybe should start calling verybody and ask them to find infomation by tomolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and what happens tomolo if they don't bring? use their imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i sound like those very evil orphanage madam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just try their best lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i lokking for info now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;found a very useful site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shall not tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gen: i know you probably thinking of calling me liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dun waste your phone bill lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just kidding lah/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gtg and do research le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;will come back and post later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maybe?\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bye:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8578974085697830470?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3498857076818484327</id><published>2008-03-21T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:25:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch the dance horizon with the dance ppl.&lt;br /&gt;was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;o almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;now revising geo.&lt;br /&gt;so tired&lt;br /&gt;just now talked to zi xin.&lt;br /&gt;then he gave me some ppl's email address form dance 1&lt;br /&gt;one of them was ivan.&lt;br /&gt;i really got a shock lor.&lt;br /&gt;he look damn quiet but he so vulgar and (no offense)&lt;br /&gt;a bit irritating.&lt;br /&gt;then i was forced to block him.&lt;br /&gt;he made me.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;to ivan: dun cry. and dun blame me&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3858903682103241807</id><published>2008-03-20T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:24:37.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went for dance again.</title><content type='html'>Today is thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i went for the 2st dance training for thursday-- only for lower sec.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;not that tiring because we only started at 3.40pm (for some reasons) and the studys are not that diffi cult.&lt;br /&gt;today, i am suppoes to go for deutch lessons.&lt;br /&gt;but i changed class.&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to pass my hw to frau anwar(ms anwar)&lt;br /&gt;but i really couldn't complet it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be dead meat on monday.&lt;br /&gt; but my current teacher is wuite nice though,&lt;br /&gt;she is frau hwang&lt;br /&gt;a german foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;my reasults?&lt;br /&gt; they were not too bad. but i had A LOT  of carless mistakes for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;geography was most disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;i could have(sincerely) get an a1.&lt;br /&gt;but i 've got b3 instead.&lt;br /&gt;chinese?&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to get a1 by right.&lt;br /&gt;but i also have a lot of carles mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;english ? although i've got a2, but i have totally given up for this subjuect.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, i suck at it, the teacher sucks.&lt;br /&gt; next term, i will strive for above 500 / 600.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;building sandcastle?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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again.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1039019133318436501</id><published>2008-03-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:20:29.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a bad friend...</title><content type='html'>i'm such a bad friend....&lt;br /&gt;omg god! that day i 4got prisca's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;she msged me and was like&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;i was so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;"its your birthday?...."&lt;br /&gt;OMG...&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a present.&lt;br /&gt;that's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to buy her one too.&lt;br /&gt;not because she bought me.&lt;br /&gt;but because we are sort of best friends back there in phpps.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you agree to it. pris:)&lt;br /&gt;anyways was toking to shao hao and ilin just now when both of them sent me sth .&lt;br /&gt;it goes: is that really you?" then a address. i was supicious. so i didn't click on it.&lt;br /&gt;both then later shao hao aslo set me.&lt;br /&gt; i was getting too curious.&lt;br /&gt;so i clicked.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual.&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to be virius.&lt;br /&gt;phew...&lt;br /&gt;luckily daddy had the nonti virus activated.&lt;br /&gt;what else....&lt;br /&gt;it'm so gonna be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;so fa so good in rv.&lt;br /&gt;o love dnce here.&lt;br /&gt;a lot better than phpps.&lt;br /&gt;no offence but it totally sucks there.&lt;br /&gt;ching wei says she thinks that i'm the best dancer in sec 1 and i'm goint to be the president of my cca.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dun really welcome the idea. considering i (will) have to shush the (future) sec 1 to be quiet, (will) shout for the pupils to  stand and greet teachers,(will) be in charge of everything...&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;that's not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;i(will) be forced to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;which i don't (yet)normally do.&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is familiar with each other now.&lt;br /&gt;so it's kinda a bit awkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting to be a professional dancer now.&lt;br /&gt;it's really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i practice abt9 hours to 13 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;that's really enough i guess.&lt;br /&gt;my calfs hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;considering keeping a diary of records for ppl's birthday now.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt; must continue to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;jia you everyone!!!!!!!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1039019133318436501?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;swing thing,(boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and the viking(correct speling)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the 1st one i wen was the haunted house, i went in with ruth, sheena, and elizabelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whe i was young, i wen to paris disneyland, the haunted house there. it was even more eire and scary than this one, but the reaction was so defferent. for hat, i rode through everything without even blinking an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but for this, i screamed twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i think it's just my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when i was young, i had no imagination at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;maybe ppl get scared because thier imagination get wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so i screamed when the frankeistein popped out, then at the end, because i didn't dare to look up any more, i thought that the two (alive, human) keepers were just dummies standing there and they were standing so close that i was almost impossible for me to squeze through without touching, so i clutch onto eizabelle's hand(i think it could have broke off) thn tride to walk as briskly as possible. i was still screaming coz they suddenly pop up and they were wearing wwhite, which glows. i didn't realise they are real. so when one of them past my back just to comfort me, i screamed even louder. lawls, recalling that moment, it was really so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the 2nd 1 we went was the cup thingy. it wasn't so thrilling, just warming up for the heart attack, although i did scream for the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the 3rd one we went was the rainbow thing. (afterward we wen again, after the inverter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was really nice xia. we kept screaming when we went down, our guts felt like they were falling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Later, we went to the inverter. omg.... THAT WAS LIKE SO SCARY...!it's totally 360 degrees, i was scared but i still wanted to go. for the fun and thrill, that is so addicting. so, i was the person who constantly screamed throughout the whole thing. i had to admit that it was really umcomfortable. i had to take off my spects in case it falls out. and i really felt like puking once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so when the 1st time it turned 360degrees, i clutch the bar so hard that my fingers became painful, then i was thinking, how manytimes is it going to flip. by the time it ended i was in tears already, but i was laughing lah. laughing at myself and laughing how shiok the riade was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;lastly, we wen to the viking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;that was nice too. but it diddent look as thrilling as it was. i sat a total of 3 times, although i felt like ouking(seriously) but i am  not going to waste my 8.30 just like that. at 1st i sat at the 2nd seat with elizabelle and somebody, i think it was yi chan, then it started to rock, and as usual i started to scream. hahas. it's like everytime it swings to the left, ppl on the right screams. everytime it swings to the right, ppl on the left screams, so it's like, left, right, left, right. hahas. foong hui wa so scared that she hugged onto shao hao. seriously, don't you think they are maddly in love? hahas just joking. anywyas, after the 1st ride, we were like omg....the yan chong didn't want to ride anymore. he had enough. and si heng look totally pale. he look like he doesn't even have blood . but i still went, this time at 3rd seat. and i didn;t say anything, just kept my eyes shut most of the time. actually the breeze is quite nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;finally, we decided to go bowling, since bon was so lonely, coz he couldn't take any ride s due to his height,  then when we got to the mrt station, si heng found that his wallet was missing. i was like:"you sure or not?" coz he doesn't look worried at all. he said that inside got 3o plus and a adult ezilink. abt 16 dolloars inside. i was like oh dear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;then eventually his mother found the wallet. in escape theme par. but the money was all gone. so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyways, we took mrt all the way to tiong baru. but i alighted at bugis coz i had to go for ballet. sians. it' been a busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but stiill ther are some things worht to be glad abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;like, yi xuan didn't come. yayas(she is so damn irritating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and jojo didn't come(what eles i will be the next foong hui and he the next shao hao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahas. bye:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* sorry for all the typo error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5474715052304111512?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5474715052304111512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5474715052304111512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5474715052304111512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5474715052304111512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/went-to-escape-theme-park-today.html' title='Went to escape theme park today....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1468747332916243240</id><published>2008-03-07T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:31:53.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunno whay lah. but secently'/><title type='text'>omg!...</title><content type='html'>dunno why lah. but recently, besides good news, ther's still good news.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i can't even belive myself, but i can't deny and i don't want to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i got 57/70 for chinese compo! OMG! well that actually makes 59 if i don't have 8 wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;but(to gen indirectly): believe me lah.&lt;br /&gt;tht's really a whol lot better than p6.&lt;br /&gt;when i was p6, my chi teacher usually show my compo to the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;not because it is well written, but because it is so red! and full of empty spaces.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;all those words i dun noe how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;ever since the moe decieded to change the format of the test papers.&lt;br /&gt;i neglected my spelling.&lt;br /&gt;wadever.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i only got a2 for chinese.\&lt;br /&gt;i had expected myself tot get a1 seriously.&lt;br /&gt;only 3 more marks.&lt;br /&gt;i've got 72%&lt;br /&gt;must "qiong" hard.&lt;br /&gt;my compre is bad. if only i could inprove on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUST GET A1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must get A1 for at least maths, science(in this case a high A1), chinese(of course)&lt;br /&gt;for lang arts, i totally 4get abt it. but i mustB3 or above.&lt;br /&gt;goegraphy must improve.&lt;br /&gt;history...&lt;br /&gt;sians...;.&lt;br /&gt;today is the test. i don't know what the hell the picture is talking abt .&lt;br /&gt;i paniked.&lt;br /&gt;and write some stuff which i think will make me get a straight zero.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, really want to sleep le. bye!:)&lt;br /&gt;P.S i still haven't got time to change the blogskin, maybe ellen or other ppl can help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1468747332916243240?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1468747332916243240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1468747332916243240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1468747332916243240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1468747332916243240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg.html' title='omg!...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1066743570308144501</id><published>2008-03-04T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:23:50.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO long</title><content type='html'>doing hw now.&lt;br /&gt;boy i gotta change blgoskin.&lt;br /&gt;today 1 thing made me happy&lt;br /&gt;and 1 thing made me sad&lt;br /&gt;i was the highest for sciencetheory.&lt;br /&gt;45.5/50&lt;br /&gt;i beat the highest for 1A&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get selected for the creative writers&lt;br /&gt;it's a programme to train good writers even better&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed&lt;br /&gt;and i was also disappointed over my chinse and geography tests marks.&lt;br /&gt;geo graphy was a bit unfair.&lt;br /&gt;as for the oral presentation i got a nother teacher to award my marks.&lt;br /&gt;and she was a lot stricter.&lt;br /&gt;i was about the same as ching wei.&lt;br /&gt;she got 11 wheras i've got 8.5 only.&lt;br /&gt;that's so unfair, pulling down my marks.&lt;br /&gt;and for theory geo test,&lt;br /&gt;i was mere carless.&lt;br /&gt;how could i be so carless?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry and just go die lah.&lt;br /&gt;chinese even worse.&lt;br /&gt;i failed for 1 comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;5/20&lt;br /&gt;many ppl also failed.&lt;br /&gt;that was the worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;the 1st and LAST time.&lt;br /&gt;gonna work hard then.&lt;br /&gt;proud of maths.&lt;br /&gt;i've got 45/50.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, could'vr scored full marks.&lt;br /&gt;came back from dance.&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;in rv, dance is the best cca&lt;br /&gt;yays&lt;br /&gt;ching wei say that she thinks i can be the chairperson of the dance cca next time.&lt;br /&gt;but i said i don't want.&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of pressure&lt;br /&gt;. that's all for today folks,&lt;br /&gt;did you find my style of writing has changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1066743570308144501?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1653496516143416679</id><published>2008-02-02T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:33:13.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;must change blogskin le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like very gloomy leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just linked galdys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then went to 2c'08's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quite nice lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they make the blogskin themsleve 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomolo got ballet lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at nafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;glasdys also going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually i am saturday class 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but today i got leader's training workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wadever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s good chairpersons can wear the yellow band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;boo, i wanna wear band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am treasurer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but my sister say if you are chairperson then cannot become sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i also want be sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;coz very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and becoz got that green band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i very impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but then the green band not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yellow and red nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gtg sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomolo must wake up at 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bye:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if i were in ny, i think i'd rather die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bt eh. nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;life will go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;got 2 project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 is geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;find out abt almaty, kazakhstan and pyongyag, south korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the other is build a model out of balsam sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i've already wasted 1 stick for my group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thanx to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dunno wat's wrong today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;seem o flunk everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i think it's because i am too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;because even as we are building the model in class, which normally is a very fun thing for me, i am falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wadever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and last period maths lesson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am practically sleeping with my eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i didn't know whatever the teacher was taking abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was just staring at a spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then for maths questions, i was even slower then belle, who normally writes very slowy(but more consistant and neater than mine) no offence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lols gonna sleep early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;btw just found out more abt rasputin, felix, prince russian empire lst time , alexandra, his wife, and nicholas, their son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i suggest you should go type "how rasputin died" at the google search engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and click on the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;let's see. 2nd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bye!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-7761835590291533510?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand was so numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;coz i was using it as a cushion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;counted the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm the treasurer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;did some homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went online to do german hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;found that there's nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the diary of anne frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today is tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe teacher made us run 4 rounds around the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was late for science lesson for 15 min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid teacher mr teo tai wi made us walk 3 time from class to physics lab 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;every body in the passing class were string and giggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i felt too tired to protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, pe teacher scolded me for 4geting to bring pe t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just my luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lesson was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;teacher was letting us read chinese newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we dicussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in yang lao shi's period, students are not allowed to speak english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are always used to saying "then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so everytime we say a english word, we must stand .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then chee hao was answering teacher's quetstion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......会fail...." then everybody was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aw......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while teacher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"OK 你可以坐下来了"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee hao was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"o thank you thank you... opps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  yang laso shi laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and so did everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i laughed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang lao shi said:"继续站“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chee hao was like"huh...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the class very nice. but sometimes very irritating. adn i like phpps , charity 6 girls &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just need some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mum is nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2977965651353622397?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2977965651353622397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2977965651353622397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2977965651353622397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tough.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;coz i amd a new student.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else seem to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is solving the quiestions, i'll be stuck, and waiting for the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;luckily si yuan quit&lt;br /&gt;he went for module 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;this is module 3.&lt;br /&gt;so came back.&lt;br /&gt;now doing literature.&lt;br /&gt;still got 2 zhou ji,&lt;br /&gt;one journal,&lt;br /&gt;one jian bao,&lt;br /&gt;it takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go buy the calligraohy things&lt;br /&gt;coz tomolo got calligraphy lessons in school.&lt;br /&gt;uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;just rmbered tomolohave german classes.&lt;br /&gt;i haven do finish hw.,..&lt;br /&gt;die le....&lt;br /&gt;the teacher is some kinda fraur anwar(=mrs anwar)&lt;br /&gt;everytime go class then have to so gooden morgen&lt;br /&gt;she will ask us&lt;br /&gt;she:wer bist du?&lt;br /&gt;We: ich bin(name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;quiet fun.&lt;br /&gt;but the boys there a bit idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;and irrittating.&lt;br /&gt;but my class boys even worse.&lt;br /&gt;especialy that chairman eugene.&lt;br /&gt;he take advantage of his authourity.&lt;br /&gt;don't he think that it's too much to chout at the pupils.&lt;br /&gt;he think he is the teacher r?&lt;br /&gt;really want to smack him.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if he read this lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Eugene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU SUCK !!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. so for sheena who will probably be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't you agree with me? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="span: "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="span: ;font-size:180%;" &gt; I MISS YOU ALL CHARITY SIXERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="span: ;font-size:180%;" &gt;WE ALWAYS ROCKED IN OUR HEARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="span: "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTE: EXCEPT FOR 2 PPL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="span: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5751260032207153143?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5751260032207153143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5751260032207153143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5751260032207153143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5751260032207153143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4616779680664985838</id><published>2008-01-12T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:27:49.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently there's so many homeowrk.&lt;br /&gt;and there are some subjects i had never heard of&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;d&amp;amp;t&lt;br /&gt;cid&lt;br /&gt;hom&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;all of them are compulsary subjects&lt;br /&gt;and homework for thoses subjects are usually more than the otheres.&lt;br /&gt;won't tell you wad they are&lt;br /&gt;coz i really have no time&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;the chinese teacher said that  everyweek must hand in zhou ji&lt;br /&gt;or jian bao&lt;br /&gt;and must read newspaper everyday&lt;br /&gt;coz he will ask&lt;br /&gt;the literiture teacher said that everyweek must hand in 2 journal pieces on fullscap and must cut out newspaper articles that i tink it's worth it to keep.(or wadever) and for that i must buy another file&lt;br /&gt;speaking of files.&lt;br /&gt;i must buy a thin purple file, a small sized ring, white file. and another file ofr. i think literiture?&lt;br /&gt;and maths must buy 2 a4 exercise book.&lt;br /&gt;for homework given by her, must past to her on the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;for assignments, must put in her igeon hole every monday by 8 am sharp.&lt;br /&gt;or else...&lt;br /&gt;if we lost the exercise book, we must copy the whole thing another time.&lt;br /&gt;if we copy, or if i lend sb my book, both of us must also copy the book another time.&lt;br /&gt;if i took other ppl's book without permission, i must copy the book twice.&lt;br /&gt;one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and the other for the other person.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;that's abt all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4616779680664985838?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4616779680664985838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4616779680664985838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4616779680664985838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4616779680664985838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/recently-theres-so-many-homeowrk.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4856549854010664335</id><published>2008-01-06T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:55:29.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;got to know my class for few days le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think can remeber some ppl's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there are 33 ppl in my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the girls i can rmb is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wan Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elizabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xin le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meng Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ShaoHao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chi Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ning Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yan sheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;so actually today supposed to go back home t 3.30om&lt;br /&gt;coz got calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;but then the teacher on leave.&lt;br /&gt;then we dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after mr Chia went,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no body came to our class le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so happy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl go look for mr chia&lt;br /&gt;then he in staff room say go home&lt;br /&gt;so the co-chairman ask everybody go home lor&lt;br /&gt;then we dun believe.&lt;br /&gt;but the 3 naughty naughty (lols) boys go home&lt;br /&gt;they naughty mah lols&lt;br /&gt;but i shld have gone home too&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;then we go 1d to c&lt;br /&gt;they going break&lt;br /&gt;then the co-chairman came back again and say that the teacher say go home again.&lt;br /&gt;then we not sure.&lt;br /&gt;so i go 1d to check lor.&lt;br /&gt;they say the teacher ask them 2.30pm cam back to the classroom&lt;br /&gt;then jy ask me to go and ask the staff wif her.&lt;br /&gt;which we did&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that we do not have to stay&lt;br /&gt;so we ask ellizabelle to wait for us&lt;br /&gt;then we go take our bags and tell 1d who is eating to go home&lt;br /&gt;then we went bus stp lor&lt;br /&gt;in abt 5 min time 61 came.&lt;br /&gt;actually i can take but it takes abt 40 min to reach my house.&lt;br /&gt;whereas 063 only take abt 20 min&lt;br /&gt;coz it goes by high way.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;today i a bit high&lt;br /&gt;and type x- tremely fast&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;dunno why&lt;br /&gt;but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday elizabeth just got her rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;frm spca&lt;br /&gt;it's called maomao&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me to bring my bunny down to 11th floor and play.&lt;br /&gt;then i did.&lt;br /&gt;mao mao is sterilised&lt;br /&gt;but my bun bun ixn't&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;they are both male.&lt;br /&gt;bunny is active&lt;br /&gt;but maomao&lt;br /&gt;is kinda lethargic&lt;br /&gt;i think it needs more love&lt;br /&gt;coz it was abondoned&lt;br /&gt;poor mao mao&lt;br /&gt;at 1 st when bunny came he also avoid me&lt;br /&gt;few weeks later,&lt;br /&gt;everytime i open the door he will jump to me.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;bunny is so cute&lt;br /&gt;mao mao also&lt;br /&gt;maomao&lt;br /&gt;has to be groomed&lt;br /&gt;so anyway bunbun was kinda curious&lt;br /&gt;went  up to mao mao&lt;br /&gt;and sniff sniff here sniffsniff there.&lt;br /&gt;mao mao also&lt;br /&gt;then after that they avoid each other.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why lah&lt;br /&gt;everytime i put bunbun to mao mao&lt;br /&gt;he will run away.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;takes tame&lt;br /&gt;and they are of different breed&lt;br /&gt;both white though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4856549854010664335?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4856549854010664335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4856549854010664335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4856549854010664335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4856549854010664335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/1c.html' title='1C'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-7617606542338022033</id><published>2008-01-06T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:27:13.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rv Wins the War(my class version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;L:(1)Early morning late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Early morning late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(2) 1c 1c out to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) stay united work as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(4) we will win the war this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: they will sweep the floor(3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one more time we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: they will mop he floor(3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one last tiem we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: they will lick the floor(3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1c win the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(advice:Cover your ears)*scream*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-7617606542338022033?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7617606542338022033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=7617606542338022033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7617606542338022033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7617606542338022033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3048378451665358214</id><published>2008-01-06T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:17:39.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Valley Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In rv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever ppl go on stage or wadever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ppl will cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer as in scream and clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there are also some songs like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little green frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the little macho frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little sexy forg (._.lll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where's the peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the campfire song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Clementine tune)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A: Where's the Peanut?Where's the peanut just now?Where's the penut where's the peanut where's the peanut just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B(rv continues):in the toilet. in the toilet.in the toilet just now. in the toilet.in the toilet.in the toilet just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A: Which Toilet?Which Toilet?Which Toilet just now?Which Toilet?Which Toilet?Which Toilet just now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;B: Staff toilet.Staff toilet.Staff toilet just now.Staff toilet.Staff toilet.Staff toiletjust now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A: it's not there.it's not there.it's not there just nowit's not there.it's not there.it's not there just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Not my Problem.Not my Problem.Not my Problem. just now.Not my Problem.Not my Problem.Not my Problem just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A: You went there.You went there.You went there just now.You went there.You went there.You went there just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: It's your peanut.It's your peanut.It's your peanut just now.It's your peanutIt's your peanutIt's your peanut just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blah blha blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3048378451665358214?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3048378451665358214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3048378451665358214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sorry&lt;br /&gt;haven't been posting for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is going to be imminent to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;and my schedue is really tight.&lt;br /&gt;monday: German Language&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Dance&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Piano Lesson&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: German Language&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dance&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Ballet&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Maths Hub&amp;amp; replacement Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;river valley didn't really disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;althouh i don't really like me class&lt;br /&gt;the girls area mostly ok&lt;br /&gt;except for 1&lt;br /&gt;sometimes make me feel really annoyed&lt;br /&gt;so dun really hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;anyways got a lot of seniors and psls that i know there&lt;br /&gt;yays&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;the boys are erm&lt;br /&gt;there are 3 x-tremely irritating ppl.&lt;br /&gt;more irritating then double of keifer, and iang zhi....wadever&lt;br /&gt;the others are ok.&lt;br /&gt;the 2 sitting beside(well not really beside) are kinda very quiet&lt;br /&gt;the 1 behind me is erm&lt;br /&gt;also quiet but not as quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Valley is a very cheery school&lt;br /&gt;the psls and school counselors are very enthu, and so called talented in some way.&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog next time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1546562681434084087?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1546562681434084087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1546562681434084087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1546562681434084087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1546562681434084087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/river-valley-spirit.html' title='The River Valley Spirit'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3376065255076380012</id><published>2007-12-31T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:35:42.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>must be happy</title><content type='html'>sobs...&lt;br /&gt;didn't get into ny&lt;br /&gt;today morning my dad and mom and me went nan yang to check.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't gt in...&lt;br /&gt;sobs...&lt;br /&gt;so sad...&lt;br /&gt;was at the brink of tears.&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanted to go ny&lt;br /&gt;i got 264&lt;br /&gt;just 1 mark then can get in le.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't understnad  why i didn't get in for the appeal,&lt;br /&gt;when ying xuan and prisca got in&lt;br /&gt;they got 25 plus.&lt;br /&gt;sobs...&lt;br /&gt;have to go rv&lt;br /&gt;but i dun want&lt;br /&gt;then we go rv buy books.&lt;br /&gt;then went home&lt;br /&gt;i had a afternoon nap b4 we go tiong baru to buy uniform&lt;br /&gt;after thelong jourhey,&lt;br /&gt;i went into tiong baru plaza&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad&lt;br /&gt;the shop was closed.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed&lt;br /&gt;then we go eat there lor.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's friend callled.&lt;br /&gt;after that my dad say that they are going to come.&lt;br /&gt;so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;then i called wendy&lt;br /&gt;coz i bored&lt;br /&gt;wendy l also there&lt;br /&gt;they studying&lt;br /&gt;but i got no mood to go&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;today supposed to go shuin hern's house.&lt;br /&gt;but i also got no mood&lt;br /&gt;go there for wad&lt;br /&gt;and plus so little ppl going and ellen is sick.&lt;br /&gt;so i stay at home lor.&lt;br /&gt;tomolo going swimming early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;school starting soon...&lt;br /&gt; i could just go and die....&lt;br /&gt;so sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3376065255076380012?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3376065255076380012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;coz i had to bring that paper whn i report.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;at 10 am, i reached there.&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of ppo.&lt;br /&gt;i saw wei ling.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to 104 room- reporting room for german.&lt;br /&gt;then got 2 ang mo teacher.&lt;br /&gt;one is a lady 1 is a man.&lt;br /&gt;then got two other lady.&lt;br /&gt;i took my no. and waited(duh)&lt;br /&gt;in 1 minute i was seating in front of that ang mo lady.&lt;br /&gt;she was very dffable and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;she aske me if i enjoyed german i was like.&lt;br /&gt;er.... ya.&lt;br /&gt;she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;my dad came in that time and sad i was born in germany\&lt;br /&gt;the lady looked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;she said she was from germany too.&lt;br /&gt;"where was she(me) born in"&lt;br /&gt;and i think my father said"siegen "&lt;br /&gt;that's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even noe which part of germany i was born in...&lt;br /&gt;the teacher continued.&lt;br /&gt;"i spent my youth in the vietnam war"&lt;br /&gt;(i think... wadever)&lt;br /&gt;then we did some "zhen jing shi"&lt;br /&gt;b4 we left.&lt;br /&gt;sobs....&lt;br /&gt;i can't find ANYONE from phpps who is taking german.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's becoz the place is too far...&lt;br /&gt;but i have no reason not to go....&lt;br /&gt;coz my mum dad, and sisterall bnoe how to speak(at least the basic)german.&lt;br /&gt;and i had some relatives in german who don't speak english.&lt;br /&gt;neither do they speak chinese(duh)&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;do some hw&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2240092826199507153?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6492123314707980119</id><published>2007-12-26T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:28:07.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very long time never post le...</title><content type='html'>yesterday night, my sister came home from shopping with her frewns, and she bought a hair curler set thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me if i wanna try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt time i just came back from east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, two things happened which is worth to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;today, 1 thing worth to be blogged too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing&lt;br /&gt;actually wanna go cycle 1&lt;br /&gt;but then raining.&lt;br /&gt;then wendy and i met belinda, her sister and huahua there.&lt;br /&gt;then we straight away went to jumbo to wat.&lt;br /&gt;coz it's raining&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, it's almost dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;sian,&lt;br /&gt;it's the second time i go jumbo and eat.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;but the scenery is nice.&lt;br /&gt;and actually the food there no bad lah&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand other types of chilli but i sure could stnad the chili crab thing.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why&lt;br /&gt;had been eating it since....&lt;br /&gt;since i could rmb which is like age 7?&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways,&lt;br /&gt;then the adults keep toking.&lt;br /&gt;then the children also toktoktok.&lt;br /&gt;the adults odered so much food lor.&lt;br /&gt;then we eat until can't even walk.&lt;br /&gt;no lah.&lt;br /&gt;actually not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;then the kids drank finish the coconut juice.&lt;br /&gt;we odered grape f&amp;amp;m .&lt;br /&gt;a jug&lt;br /&gt;then we drink drink drink.&lt;br /&gt;then the adults tok tok tok&lt;br /&gt;then wendy wu liao&lt;br /&gt;she ask me if i still want to eat the fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;then i say if u eat then i eat.&lt;br /&gt;then she say ok then i eat.&lt;br /&gt;then i eat with her lor.&lt;br /&gt;5 min later she ask me the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;then i said the same thing also .&lt;br /&gt;then we eat again.....&lt;br /&gt;and again....&lt;br /&gt;and again....&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;just keep eating.&lt;br /&gt;dun care if er very very full already.&lt;br /&gt;then my mom like kinda angry.&lt;br /&gt;then i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;then wendy laugh also.&lt;br /&gt;then belinda joined in.&lt;br /&gt;then the fried rice like very fast no more already...&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went home.&lt;br /&gt;then my sister came back.&lt;br /&gt;then she told mom that she bought that hair thing.&lt;br /&gt;then i came out of my room and see wad it was.&lt;br /&gt;then she was like:"anna you want to try?"&lt;br /&gt;then i was i need to bath then later i want to go watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;then she weas like a while only.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like*strug strug*&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;i used so many "thens"&lt;br /&gt;so anyways,&lt;br /&gt;mhalf way trough the show,&lt;br /&gt;my sister came and ask me which hair thing i wan&lt;br /&gt;i said anything&lt;br /&gt;she said:"then i give you the curler"&lt;br /&gt;i said ok.&lt;br /&gt;so while i was waching the television show&lt;br /&gt;(btw it's mo nu you xi)&lt;br /&gt;, my sister help me curl wadever...&lt;br /&gt;aft she finish , i went to look in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;quite nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;but this moning i woke up no more already.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of this morning,&lt;br /&gt;i had 4 nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;wad the heck....&lt;br /&gt;the day before yesterdday i had two...&lt;br /&gt;then very scary lor.&lt;br /&gt;everytime when the scary thing approach me, my body will feel electric currents.&lt;br /&gt; not so nice to say the truth.&lt;br /&gt;but in 1 of the nightmares, i couldn't even see the thing. it is smal but menacing.&lt;br /&gt;but the other ppl can see it.&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is that i cannot run.&lt;br /&gt;all the dreams like that 1 lah.&lt;br /&gt;if u scared u cannot run.&lt;br /&gt;unless u grab something then u pull yourself to it.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes u just slide back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was posted to rv&lt;br /&gt;(sighs just 1 mark to nan yang. why is nan yang's expectaion so high?&lt;br /&gt;even hwa chong 1 is 25 plus.and nan yang still has 40 more places.so i appealing...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i could get in)&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants me to go to the international school in shanghai, near my house.&lt;br /&gt;tt means i had to go shang hai lah.&lt;br /&gt;but had to move house like very in convenient.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda want to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i also dun want to go.&lt;br /&gt;coz all my friends here and i dun like that china's way of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;and plus it's an international school.&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of ang mo ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;and most of them not very friendly 1.&lt;br /&gt;sobs...&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;gtg.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to post abt anyways.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6492123314707980119?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6492123314707980119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6492123314707980119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6492123314707980119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6492123314707980119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-long-time-never-post-le.html' title='Very long time never post le...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-7037807862335043185</id><published>2007-12-22T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T05:34:57.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sian...</title><content type='html'>Now at my dad's friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;which is my sister's friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;this jc girl here.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish my sister was here lor.&lt;br /&gt;now so boring...&lt;br /&gt;and that girl&lt;br /&gt;is now reading.&lt;br /&gt;god...&lt;br /&gt;am i really going to use the computer until...&lt;br /&gt;1 am maybe.&lt;br /&gt;coz the adults really love to play card games.&lt;br /&gt;they can just play for the whole day without doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;so bored...&lt;br /&gt;only monk online....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-7037807862335043185?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7037807862335043185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=7037807862335043185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7037807862335043185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7037807862335043185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-sian.html' title='so sian...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8924151373615584132</id><published>2007-12-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:20:39.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just came back from rv</title><content type='html'>came back from rv...&lt;br /&gt;went there at 8.30&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;wendy and other ppl still there&lt;br /&gt;coz i didn't buy uniform or text books.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher is a man.&lt;br /&gt;look a bit like benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;wnet to rv by dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;listened to music the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday slept at 11.30&lt;br /&gt;coz watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;listening to christina Aguilera's i turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;gen just smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me my class got anybody i noe.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;ellizabelle's there(correct sp?)&lt;br /&gt;then bryan tan is there(according to her)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, who is he r?&lt;br /&gt;abt 6 years ago, we also went to a strange and new place called phpps&lt;br /&gt;now i came to this strange place called rv&lt;br /&gt;but now i so scared.&lt;br /&gt;last tim i not scared at all.&lt;br /&gt;dunno y&lt;br /&gt;maybe coz scared cannpt make friends.&lt;br /&gt;and othere ppl all look so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;not much is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of [ppl who went rv are in different class.&lt;br /&gt;i am in 1c&lt;br /&gt;anyways, luckily teacher not mr. tan&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;gtg and study le.&lt;br /&gt;sobs...&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8924151373615584132?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8924151373615584132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8924151373615584132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8924151373615584132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8924151373615584132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-came-back-from-rv.html' title='Just came back from rv'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2762544826973612306</id><published>2007-12-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:00:29.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May be the last time u see this blog.</title><content type='html'>hey ppl.&lt;br /&gt;this may be the last time you see this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to change the blog url&lt;br /&gt;so only ppl who noe the url can go see.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i'll stop blogging and delete the blog.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;recetly lost my hp as u noe&lt;br /&gt;z106i&lt;br /&gt;yesterday got a new one&lt;br /&gt;sonyericsson&lt;br /&gt;w910i&lt;br /&gt;quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;kinda feeling down...&lt;br /&gt;got posted to rv&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go ny&lt;br /&gt;just by one mark...&lt;br /&gt;but a lot of ppl going there&lt;br /&gt;but then still down...&lt;br /&gt;coz dad says...&lt;br /&gt;if i dun go ny&lt;br /&gt;at 2009.&lt;br /&gt;go china with him&lt;br /&gt;and study at the international school there..&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;not bad idea&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to say.&lt;br /&gt;listening to big girls dun cry.&lt;br /&gt;and playing online uno with ellen.&lt;br /&gt;tomolo have to go rv....&lt;br /&gt;have to go tll also...&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like going...&lt;br /&gt;but sick of being at home&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blog.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6746584150251274509</id><published>2007-12-15T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:05:09.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Man</title><content type='html'>just changed the iwebmusic song.&lt;br /&gt;i thought tt the candy man was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been blogging for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;mainly coz i got nothing to blog abt and i don't really feel like blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;bad news now...&lt;br /&gt;i lost my handphone on friday.&lt;br /&gt;when i was goingto ellen's house.&lt;br /&gt;i found out only after i reached tll.&lt;br /&gt;then i really broke out in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;the room was supposed to be cold.&lt;br /&gt;i it's so warm to me.&lt;br /&gt;then i called my mum and told her to cut off the phone line becoz i ;lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;then she screammed in to my ear lor...&lt;br /&gt;why is my mum always like that?&lt;br /&gt;if next time i become a parent i will difinitely not be like dat lor....&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so dun call or msg me.&lt;br /&gt;coz's it's not going to work...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my phone....&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6746584150251274509?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6746584150251274509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8571434932563800700</id><published>2007-12-12T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:17:10.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>went to popular</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to popular to buy secondary 1 books.(sobs...)&lt;br /&gt;then met a friend from Springdale.(the previoues condominium in lived in)&lt;br /&gt;i dun wat's his name lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, his mum waved to me i was like, r u waving to me,&lt;br /&gt;then i looked behind.&lt;br /&gt;nobody was there.&lt;br /&gt;then the malay woman toked to my mum, then they started chating.&lt;br /&gt;she was like&lt;br /&gt;"she was so short, then now so tall!"&lt;br /&gt;and blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;then her son came.&lt;br /&gt;kinda shorter then me. also p6 this year.&lt;br /&gt;then she asked how much i got for psle&lt;br /&gt;then i said 262.&lt;br /&gt;then she was like&lt;br /&gt;"goodgoodgood!my son only got 250!"&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't remeber that boy at all.&lt;br /&gt;all i could remember was xue er, jolin, natalie, ren hao, kevin, liting, and wei ran(from phpps)&lt;br /&gt;then the others which are not from phpps are victoria, vanessa, and this ang mo girl, 4got her name.&lt;br /&gt;so, my previous "neighbour" exchanged hone numbers with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;then we toktoktok, then i left.&lt;br /&gt;that boy was from ACS, then he going to ACS independent next year.&lt;br /&gt;he has a brother, p1 next year, so cute! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;sobs.... now have to do loads of homework....&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;my "christmas preseny" worths $93.85, yet i am not glad at all.&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, gtg now&lt;br /&gt;bye!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8571434932563800700?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8571434932563800700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8571434932563800700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8571434932563800700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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always feell like going out.&lt;br /&gt;the hse is like a birdcage...&lt;br /&gt;i really need to go out and do homework.&lt;br /&gt;my mum doesn't understand me...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this home...&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out...&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that next tim i will be like my sister,&lt;br /&gt;everyday play computer,&lt;br /&gt;which is what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be the only source to stay "alive"&lt;br /&gt;other times i'm just like a walking dead person,&lt;br /&gt;no passion...&lt;br /&gt;anymore...&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;it's 9pm pn the dot.&lt;br /&gt;i better go look for my passion.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1722076186729143044?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-278650796988605825</id><published>2007-12-10T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:37:12.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly felt so sad</title><content type='html'>i suddenly felt so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss my rabbit&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss my mum&lt;br /&gt;i felt like verybody is dying.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;like the family is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;coz i spend too much time with bunny&lt;br /&gt;it thinks tt i am a rabbit also.&lt;br /&gt;so it treats me as its mate.&lt;br /&gt;well this type of thngs happen often&lt;br /&gt;so today i found him a bit wierd.&lt;br /&gt;kept scratiching at the door, wanting to some in.&lt;br /&gt;and kept circling my feet.&lt;br /&gt;dia0&lt;br /&gt;but i think it misses me too.&lt;br /&gt;next time i am definitly not having a pet.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss it s much if it dies.&lt;br /&gt;i think i might want to give bunny away&lt;br /&gt;becoz everybody dun nreally play with buuny.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to spent time with it.&lt;br /&gt;go give it to somebody with female rabbits lor.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i really hope somebody could like listen to my woes.&lt;br /&gt;it's like everything is going against me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel tt dying might be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to like do anything to kill myself lah&lt;br /&gt;its so hard without friends now.&lt;br /&gt;life is really so hard...&lt;br /&gt;gtg anyways.&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;so bye!&lt;br /&gt;i'm home sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-278650796988605825?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' 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chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i said dream on and put all sort of obstacles in my room.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly quarrel so much with her.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;she started it 1st.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i dun really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i really felt tt i might just jump down from the window, but obviouslyi didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make her regret scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;wad did she treat me as?&lt;br /&gt;a toy which she could torture?&lt;br /&gt;i cried the whole night,&lt;br /&gt;the next morning which is this morning, my eyes were so swollen.&lt;br /&gt;now is better.&lt;br /&gt;my mom said tt she would be out.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;and she left.&lt;br /&gt;then belinda called and ask if i wannted to go her hse.&lt;br /&gt;then she said tt her mom and my mom were at the hairsaloon.&lt;br /&gt;i said i dun give a damn abt it.&lt;br /&gt;then mom called.&lt;br /&gt;i picked it up hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me if i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;i said anything,&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun feel like toking to any1&lt;br /&gt;but then i still went.&lt;br /&gt;and i am at her hse now.&lt;br /&gt;having a sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;wendy's here to.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda angry with them becoz they kept toking and neglecting me.&lt;br /&gt;well who cares anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was just in bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;but mom's home.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;dunno where lah&lt;br /&gt;place full of love, friendship, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;i hope can just go into the story of princess anastacia.&lt;br /&gt;wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;gtg do homework le.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sick of blogging le.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, the 1st thing i will do tomolo, is go home.&lt;br /&gt;dun want to stay here with wendy nd belinda who treat me as if i am invisibe.&lt;br /&gt;hmph....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4382051282728586252</id><published>2007-12-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:33:27.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Today, after Guitar class,&lt;br /&gt;ellen came to my hse and played.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't really play.&lt;br /&gt;becoz right now, there is nothing much to do these days.&lt;br /&gt;we got tired of the computer&lt;br /&gt;so i brought bun bun back to my room and played with him.&lt;br /&gt;bun bun kept licking ellen and she got kinda scared everytime he goes to her.&lt;br /&gt;so i brought him out and we both played com again...&lt;br /&gt;so sian.&lt;br /&gt;then at 3.26pm,&lt;br /&gt;ellen's mum called and ask her to go down and wait for her parents becoz they ar going out.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where.&lt;br /&gt;then i off the com lor.&lt;br /&gt;wat's there to do anyways&lt;br /&gt;then i went to make bananacake with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;i tasted it laer.&lt;br /&gt;tastes really nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer the apple cake we baked earlier.&lt;br /&gt;coz i like apples more&lt;br /&gt;then after tt i went to read newspapers in my room.&lt;br /&gt;i opened the windows so aire could come in.&lt;br /&gt;mum said i cannot always use air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;didn't bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;then i secretly brought cunny to my room.&lt;br /&gt;and played guitar for him.&lt;br /&gt;he sat layed there and listen.&lt;br /&gt;today he seems quite calm.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he finally got used to my room.&lt;br /&gt;then mum came in and asked me to get bunny out.&lt;br /&gt;at 1st i refused.&lt;br /&gt;then after a while i brougt him out.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda wuite rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;always go against what my parents ordered.&lt;br /&gt;i always like to be independent. i thought it was good too.&lt;br /&gt;but my mum didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;she always wants to come in to my room when i study.&lt;br /&gt;so i find it kinda irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my mum said tt the newspaper says tt the world's food can only last abt 57 days.&lt;br /&gt; now it should be lesser becoz it was days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the time when god comes down again?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of us will die.&lt;br /&gt;and the others live.&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go change my blogskins now&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4382051282728586252?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4656254157314686430</id><published>2007-12-08T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:31:04.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to I K E A. blablahblah...</title><content type='html'>Today i was supposed to go and have fun with wendy at orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;But i had to go to IKEA to buy something for my room.&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided tt wendy could go wif me, then after tt we go to ochard road.&lt;br /&gt;ttt was when her mom knew and wanted to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;as she had to bey sth from IKEA too.&lt;br /&gt;(seriously, i shldn't even have decided to go out.)&lt;br /&gt;my mum and i went 1st becoz wendy was still eating.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;then wendy came and we went to a pet shop nearby,&lt;br /&gt;coz it was an extremely boring thing to spend time in IKEA with nothing else to do...&lt;br /&gt;the pet shop was so big.&lt;br /&gt;i actually spent a lot of money buying stuff forbun bun.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;$33.65&lt;br /&gt;and i spent it only on.&lt;br /&gt;1..2...3...4...5 things&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my mum got a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;she really isn't into animals.&lt;br /&gt;especially rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she kept scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;even on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;wendy was there wif me.&lt;br /&gt;and later we went home to show bun bun the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then my sister came and she also started saying mean stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;then i got mad and shouted at her before bolting to the room.&lt;br /&gt;you know although she is an adult already,&lt;br /&gt;she really doesn't act like one.&lt;br /&gt;she only scolds ppl.&lt;br /&gt;like me.&lt;br /&gt;when i do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;*scoff*&lt;br /&gt;wat abt her?&lt;br /&gt;she also do a lot of stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and when mum scolds, she retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;yea, i do agree sometimes i am really on her nerves.&lt;br /&gt;who cares. she is an impatioent person.&lt;br /&gt;so now i am home.&lt;br /&gt;and i gtg. becoz it's 7.30pm and i got to catch a show.&lt;br /&gt;bye!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4656254157314686430?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4656254157314686430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4656254157314686430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4656254157314686430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;:&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7qUs2H7QTk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7qUs2H7QTk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6062817771365288008?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6062817771365288008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6062817771365288008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you like the song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was aso very nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nicer than bad day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i couldn't finish all the lyrics by tomoilo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz my mum is like making me study everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;didn't have much time to go use the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gtg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry, the post so extremly short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gotta finish finding blogskin b4 i go watch tv at 10pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye!:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1186741438353647980?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2405892578830727287</id><published>2007-12-04T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:56:13.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to change blog skin again</title><content type='html'>Heys you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i decided that it is time to change my blog skin le...&lt;br /&gt;a bit too dull&lt;br /&gt;just finished spring cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;erm... not really.&lt;br /&gt;i just cleaned the window panes&lt;br /&gt;(phew.didn't drop outta there. live at the 15th storey. will land in the carpark if i dropped.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/aly2004/051.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Singing bad day by daniel powter.&lt;br /&gt;i love the s0ng a lot.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/aly2004/051.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; s&lt;br /&gt;said that for the second time&lt;br /&gt;ok singing kiss the girl now.&lt;br /&gt;bad day has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;ipromise i'll write the lyrics by tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;christmas is like so near...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i could go back to china.&lt;br /&gt;there got a lot of stuff to buy.&lt;br /&gt;and i like the environment at my house in china....&lt;br /&gt;not exactly my hse lah.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's place.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's place also at the same "town"&lt;br /&gt;btu i like my mum's place better.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2405892578830727287?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2405892578830727287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2405892578830727287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2405892578830727287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2405892578830727287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-to-change-blog-skin-again.html' title='time to change blog skin again'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1238684125681921409</id><published>2007-12-03T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:30:59.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick....</title><content type='html'>Today woke up real late.&lt;br /&gt;Coz yesterday came back home very late. at abt 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;and still have to do homework&lt;br /&gt;so slept at 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;And at 3.o6am( i saw the time on my phone)&lt;br /&gt;i woke up becoz i had a very badstomache ach.&lt;br /&gt;i figured tt it's something i ate at genevieve's house.&lt;br /&gt;but every body ate the same thing?!&lt;br /&gt;may be i'm just unlucky&lt;br /&gt;To Genevieve(if she sees this)&lt;br /&gt;it's not your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z211/sm2207/37445.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tt day i wore a t- shirt tt i never wore b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know tt i was allergy to this shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuase when i wenrt to guitar class tt afternoo, i didn't have allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;btw, shuin kang and shuin jian were also there.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;the 3 brothers, forever toking non-st0p.&lt;br /&gt;especially shuin kang... lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i had really bad allergies and my whole back was red.&lt;br /&gt;i saw it when i was bathing at gen's hse.&lt;br /&gt;i was like...&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, not it's ok already.&lt;br /&gt;just came back from swimming.&lt;br /&gt;(i saved this post and continued writing again)&lt;br /&gt;i went with Wendy&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to go to the lap pool cuase it was quite cold and the  wind was really strong&lt;br /&gt;( i couldn't be bothered, just wanna go into the jacuzzi*correct spelling?*)&lt;br /&gt;guess what i am doing now?&lt;br /&gt;of course...&lt;br /&gt;again looking for blog skins...&lt;br /&gt;i am forever looking for blog skins..&lt;br /&gt;like almost every week change once.&lt;br /&gt;just went to jia qi's blog .&lt;br /&gt;and whoever  called Ivan was like saying stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to say it here&lt;br /&gt;but if u are curious you can go help me scold tt Ivan lah&lt;br /&gt;Spaming her blog.&lt;br /&gt;he kept saying ppl pr things that realates to jia qi are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if Ivan(let's called him the bastard)&lt;br /&gt;ok if tt bastard has a blog, i'm going to spam it real hard.&lt;br /&gt;not typical me huh?&lt;br /&gt;yea i know...&lt;br /&gt;you must be surprised readding tt right?&lt;br /&gt;it's no your eyesight problem.&lt;br /&gt;tt's just me&lt;br /&gt;ok wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and i swam from abt 5 .3opm to 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;and we kinda sunbathed a while....&lt;br /&gt;just lay on one of  those seats. and...i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired now from the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM GOING ON HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAYSn!!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for a week only...(sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kow why a week?&lt;br /&gt;cause i think we are going to an island(not remote one)&lt;br /&gt;and it's like we are just going to spent time there like beside the beach&lt;br /&gt;(gee i love the sound of that)&lt;br /&gt;yays! can't wait fot that!&lt;br /&gt;but the mosti love is to seat on  eh plane...&lt;br /&gt;that is what i enjoy most abt going overseas...&lt;br /&gt;okays&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;have to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;so bye!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1238684125681921409?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1238684125681921409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1238684125681921409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1238684125681921409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1238684125681921409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick.html' title='Sick....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6167314453631311827</id><published>2007-11-30T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:26:20.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After 1 night's sleep, fel better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i was just in a mood swing yesterady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so wierd lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w86/susanielaird/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;today i was supposed to go to the Jurong Entertainment Centre. but i didn't feel like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and plus i woke up late coz i slept late last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;like 1 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the latest i ever slept was 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;doing the freerice thing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i a bit wu liao right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;nothing to do mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wendy is out.(she lives very very near me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ellen and few others are at jec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so boring at home lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;went to play with bunny just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you know, i alwasy thought tt animals area very pitiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;becoz they cannot tok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;watever they wabt they cannot get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;whereas human force them to do stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;like stay at the back yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i didn't force my bunny lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mummy did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;poor bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and nocturnal animasl are also so pitiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in the day when they are resting, the sun is always out shinkning as brighly as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and in the night when they are active, it's ll dark around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Very long time never go ppl's blog already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i hate this spects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;how did i ever get myself into this mess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;anyways, listening to runaway by Avril Lavigne .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and also btw, today i went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.truefriends.com/"&gt;http://www.truefriends.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the internet explorer couldn't find that page and i went to jojo's blog and it also coudn't be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just a blank spot with an red "X" on the left hand side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ok. i promise i'll post later. and btw, do u like the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bad Day by Daniel powter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i ove it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i like the song lyrics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="96" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v651/cdchris12/196212sp2ipnwjnj.gif" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i really miss Charity 6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i miss mrs lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yesterday, i dreamed tt i was back in charity 6 vlassroom again, listening to mrs lee teaching the&lt;/span&gt; class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i wish i will never wake up from tt dream lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;live in Charity 6 forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;which is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ok bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6167314453631311827?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6167314453631311827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6167314453631311827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6167314453631311827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6167314453631311827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6198756159266641405</id><published>2007-11-30T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:28:53.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey u guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;here sitting in front of the computer, i am so dam bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i recommend it to u guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;heps build vocabulary and give many unfortuante ppl a chance to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;instead of starve to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u must be thinking how right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well i am so not telling u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u just have to find it out yourself then!ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gtg sleep now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i hate the dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's like the 2nd week i am sleeping totally alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;used to sleeping with mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wierd right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh btw i am supposed to go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and i forgot to say,i donated 2200grains of rice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i didn't spend a oeeny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go check it ou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6198756159266641405?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6198756159266641405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6198756159266641405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6198756159266641405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6198756159266641405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/heys.html' title='Heys'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1876208478827982198</id><published>2007-11-30T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:13:21.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today went to TLL with Ellen.&lt;br /&gt;we were in different class.&lt;br /&gt;dunno y&lt;br /&gt;today both of us little super unhyper...&lt;br /&gt;At first ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;b4 class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/thbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/thfeelingstress.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/thffeeling3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="231" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee230/allison-chong/WhatsHappeningcopy.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is Happening?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i kinda didn't eat any sad pills!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wierd colour huh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyways, dun really feel like posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1876208478827982198?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1876208478827982198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1876208478827982198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1876208478827982198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1876208478827982198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5069594909967659557</id><published>2007-11-29T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:24:06.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heys everyone! just changed blog skin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mary&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a little lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it means that the lamb is deadO_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so sad. actually, i thought i would be more apropiate tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mary has a bunbun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not funny..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amd i too hyper today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amd i takling too fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think i a bit kinda too hyper today. gotta chill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey tt face has a mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tt's better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;An i hope u like the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss the girl &lt;/em&gt;by&lt;em&gt; Ashely tistale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the only song i like tt is sang by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't really like other songs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yuk, ugly colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;let's change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is....not it's not much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This... nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yays. this is much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="827" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/a-9.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(This picture is really inappropriate huh?) wadever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i went &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; HEIGHT: 52px" height="73" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u98/jessiewessie2007/ICONATOR_2c0bec89f3322741964c923010.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Wendy just now, and i fell on my butt.(we;ll wat else? leg?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was so pain. At first i couldn't stand up. My back felt a bit numb. I thought i had damaged the spinal cord. But,yaeah then i didn't . Of coz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an after we bathed in the showeroom provided, we went up to the 15th storey, and snuggled in the bed and read archie Comics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i bought them in the book store in kk went i went this morning ot do the last 2nd check up for my arm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well only i was reading. She was busy sending msgs. beside us is a big bowl, we were eating kokocrunch. and while i was reading i just kept eating and eating and eating. i didn't even know tt was eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after abt 5 to 7 min, i reached into the bowl and found nothing. coz we ate finish. OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She had to go home, so soon it was 7.30pm, she went home. then i went to the livign room to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and watch tv with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then watch until half waym i suddenly said that i wanted to use com so i go use lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then now blogging lor. it's abt 21.22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i started using a tabt 8 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i spent so much time blogging. i got kinda headache now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i heard the kiss the gurl so many times tt i feel like puking le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so anyways, wan to go read archie comic and i had to do finish tomolo's tuition work s i have to go now! byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u176/dj_speed2k7/fire.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5069594909967659557?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5069594909967659557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5069594909967659557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5069594909967659557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5069594909967659557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Christmas Everybody!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8444669511584769367</id><published>2007-11-28T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:24:17.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve. fun! yea rite...</title><content type='html'>haiz... so sian....been sending ppl e-cards&lt;br /&gt;that's right,&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j217/natalie12291/merrychristmas2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e-cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="182" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa42/Arge_022/MerryChristmas.gif" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas...is supposed to be full of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i feeling so glum then?haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, something wierd happened just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shopping with my mom at West mall just now&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we happened just to pass by so we decied to go in. Anyways it's raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was toking to my mom, then i suddenly had this wierd feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt very angry and something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like if someody's rude to you, u may just bite his head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&gt;.&lt;even kill him*that would be a nice revenge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding lah. i not so bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's just liek satan's within me*correct spelling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i did something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 34px" height="60" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u74/leana9101/glitterfy170006T346D35.gif" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to grade 2 of guitar by next year febuary(possible?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be MORE cheerful.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/happinessisfree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be able to read finish a book in german which is mend for babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the stupid piano everyday.*oh and of coz guitar too*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go play wit bunny everyday.*btw that reminds me. gtg now! Have to play with him!^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish left p6 assesments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go swim everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Have fun!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u320/jbridle/havefun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8444669511584769367?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8444669511584769367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8444669511584769367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8444669511584769367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8444669511584769367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-eve-fun-yea-rite.html' title='Christmas eve. fun! yea rite...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2142197400278217479</id><published>2007-11-22T02:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:08:30.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls take care of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey guys can i ask you a favour?&lt;br /&gt;becoz i am going overseas, i cannot leave my bunny at home.&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone is willing, can you taking care of my bunbun?&lt;br /&gt;preferably ppl with big houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/N-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; a garden.not really a garden lah, but an enclosed area with grass. becoz although it is litter trained, i'm afraid that it would coz trouble to you ppl&lt;br /&gt;thanx a lot in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc283/elenatrosa/thank%20you/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhLdbHnXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bN6458soAJU/s1600-h/PICT1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135617799590747506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhLdbHnXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bN6458soAJU/s320/PICT1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhLdbHnXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bN6458soAJU/s1600-h/PICT1982.JPG"&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;Hello! I am Bun Bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhL9bHnYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UOasu6V8W8A/s1600-h/PICT1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135617808180682114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhL9bHnYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UOasu6V8W8A/s320/PICT1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhL9bHnYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UOasu6V8W8A/s1600-h/PICT1987.JPG"&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;please take care of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhK9bHnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gXa1ZLnOIrI/s1600-h/bunbunplead.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135617791000812898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R0VhK9bHnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gXa1ZLnOIrI/s320/bunbunplead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2142197400278217479?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2142197400278217479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2142197400278217479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2142197400278217479'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just posted finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i felt so bad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;coz i did something wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shouldn't have told....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;izit too late to stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i hope that person doesn't tell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;or there will be an misunderstanding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and it would be my fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm so sorry to who i may concern....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pls dun be angry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3042733563867532880?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3042733563867532880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3042733563867532880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3042733563867532880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3042733563867532880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/felt-so-bad.html' title='felt so bad'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2387926695500509187</id><published>2007-11-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:46:49.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody's there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;online now....&lt;br /&gt;have been online since10am&lt;br /&gt;now is 11.32am...&lt;br /&gt;so lonely....&lt;br /&gt;just changed blogskin....&lt;br /&gt;nobody to tok to now....&lt;br /&gt;reading ppl's blog....&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lonley....&lt;br /&gt;coz everybpdy seem to be having fun....&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to be sad coz school's over....&lt;br /&gt;the dayas in school...&lt;br /&gt;was so memorable....&lt;br /&gt;couldn't 4get them....&lt;br /&gt;it's like yeasteraday was p1 regisatration....&lt;br /&gt;today is p6 graduation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z300/lovexxmimii/girlcrying.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is kinda shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w182/drkromance/ththbrokenheart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so low now....&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so low....&lt;br /&gt;scared everyday....&lt;br /&gt;how is secondary life going to be the same?&lt;br /&gt;more work....&lt;br /&gt;fiercer teachers....&lt;br /&gt;everything will be different....&lt;br /&gt;just hope to talk to someone now....&lt;br /&gt;so bored and forlorn....&lt;br /&gt;i hope there's still school....&lt;br /&gt;for everything sundays,&lt;br /&gt;i always longed for the next day....&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;coz school starts at that day....&lt;br /&gt;missin all my friends...&lt;br /&gt;feel like i could die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/Kerrywashereohyes001/thlonelygirl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="552" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w197/KiKiKaity/cryinggirl.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick of that feeling....&lt;br /&gt;it's almost physical...&lt;br /&gt;now i only wish that anybody can host anypaty for charity 6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z44/bp_princess_013/Forget_Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay....&lt;br /&gt;gotta go change the blog skin le.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2387926695500509187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/nobodys-there.html' title='nobody&apos;s there'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z100/palmesus60/Nice%20day/th_Haveaniceday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1567328737582386527</id><published>2007-11-17T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:03:24.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet again</title><content type='html'>today was the last day of ballet grade 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an open class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many parents came into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who kaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going skatin l8ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ellen and yi ern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still had lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, other ppl couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, on next thurday, which is results day, i could go play basketball form 5 to 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikah going with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to genevieve, it's held at bukit timah cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one near our school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whether can go or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mybe if my result are damm lousy, cannot go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hpoe my results are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno which school to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably go the 1 which i can jst make it into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wad if i get sth like 233?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cna't imagine i'm leaving charity 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun remember the past, and dun even think abt the past#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that''s y i'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, i sad finish le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think someppl will knoew wad it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ellen does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can ask her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go, i wish i could post more, but i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa79/savannah_smiles_09/Love/ththalwaysloveyou1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i finally got my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m61/radpenn/Precious%20Moments/pm1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1567328737582386527?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1567328737582386527/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-5695250033790219088.post-9179550235171181291</id><published>2007-11-15T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T02:43:28.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today last day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sad at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad's wrong with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my heart or sth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally dun feel anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heartles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a prefects party which i dun think a lot ppl wanted to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all wanted to be with thier classmates including me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still were forced to stay in the canteen and wait for the bloody pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then clement and shawn came into the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious that they wanted to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so genevieve who is sitting beside me ask if i wanted t play basketball and i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dragged valerie and pika along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the defender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later xavier joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's p5 from chrarity, a prefect(to ppl not from charity:i know you must be groaning coz u ppl hate charity6!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xavier and i are not in the same team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was tackling him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got the ball and anyhow throw coz if i hold too long xavier will snatch the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun really like drbbling the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really the one who always throw into the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz me aiming sux when i am ruuning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i always throw to clemnt or shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz usually they are the ones near the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i throw to genevieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prisca , same as me is the defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz our aiming sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, according to prisca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wy was not happy for dunno wad reason, soi shawn went to the other team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things are kinda difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i got confused when shawn threw the ball into OUR net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had bnn a great defender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finished, my face was so red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my blood circulation ain't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was sweating all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so that was how it was to be in a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a realy fun sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my 1st basketl game, sadly it's also the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listeing to "things i'll never say"by Avril LAvigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also a nice song&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll never get tired of it like i did with sker boi.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/penguin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bye everyone from charity6... will miss ya all a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-9179550235171181291?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9179550235171181291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=9179550235171181291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/9179550235171181291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/9179550235171181291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8427276483559156310</id><published>2007-11-14T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:11:20.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there 's a class party today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody shld know rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also the basketball tournament...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a swensens treat from keisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a movie, the game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's just sart from the very beginning of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mornin, it's just a lot of playing and writing of autographs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then keish and i played speed then snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the bpoys were playing truth and dare AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate truth and dare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is always ask ppl who they like and the dare is always tell a girl or boy that you love he or she....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda lame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the class party was like a little food and s many tibits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like so full, coz teacher force us to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and byt ehn i found that my camera had ran out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i promised tat today must charge fully b4 bringng it to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after dat, keish, belle, pris, min yi and i went to swensens. and we had icecream for lunch....&lt;br /&gt;pathetic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8427276483559156310?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8427276483559156310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8427276483559156310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8427276483559156310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8427276483559156310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-s-class-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4721622975509222431</id><published>2007-11-13T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:04:34.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe worst damn thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While i was playing yahoo games, i suddenly remembered that i had to bring drinks tomolo....&lt;br /&gt;then i asked my mum if she can go to the NTUC near our house.&lt;br /&gt;My sis is watching tv in the living room&lt;br /&gt;my mum was like groaning, she was not willing to go..&lt;br /&gt;then i was like pleading her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/PhoenixRoseStar/Emotes/beg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; then my sister who is 19 this year was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你自己去啦" mind you, wespeak chinese at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shuddupt la, you onli want ot use the com "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said that in english, then she went quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wun be this bad to her if she hadn't been this bad to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just like a rabbit,O_Olll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabbits rmb it wen you treat them cruely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is wad my rabbit is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you pat it, or give it a treat, like a carrot(or even chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was kinda felt very bad, kinda blaming my family members(except for my dad, he's in china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went in to my mom's room, took the 5o dollars on the bed and went off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was it a 5 dollar not, coz i didin't see properaly, i just gave it a quick glance and stuff it in my pocket without even knowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposedto just buy 6 packets of drinks, theni thought i would be nice to buy ectra incase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl drink more, so i spend the next 15 min or so browsing at the different varities of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks on the shelf, then i finally bought 2 packets of drinks, i when to the cashier and whipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out that miserable 5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like wat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cashier was of coz:"sorry miss, not enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her to wait becoz i going home t take more money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came back again, by then i was like so drenched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/penguin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i need to post another time le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bye ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4721622975509222431?l=ballerina-life.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://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/PhoenixRoseStar/Emotes/th_beg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5246733547478347511</id><published>2007-11-10T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:12:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOU GOTTA SEE THIS 2 VIDEO CLIPS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/28n0mi0NV0o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/28n0mi0NV0o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVAGm8MqVMY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVAGm8MqVMY&amp;rel=1" 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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5246733547478347511?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5246733547478347511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5246733547478347511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5246733547478347511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5246733547478347511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/high-school-musical.html' title='HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5118423792895091787</id><published>2007-11-10T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:24:43.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then after that they cover me eith blanket cos they say i might be cold..&lt;br /&gt;well yea..&lt;br /&gt;itis kind cold&lt;br /&gt;just like a fridge&lt;br /&gt;then there are like so many doc&lt;br /&gt;got 3 from china&lt;br /&gt;i thin are trainees&lt;br /&gt;the 2 who are like ppl whotok to me&lt;br /&gt;1 is doing the op.&lt;br /&gt;another 1 is watcing how she do and learning&lt;br /&gt;then when they inject, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;seriously! it's worst than ant bite!&lt;br /&gt;then after 4 times, they wiped away my tears since i couldn't twich at all!&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i adding the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;w8t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="652" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109258.jpg" width="682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waiting for the operation, got tired of my mum taking pictrures so i look so glum...reading harvey angell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 588px" height="977" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109263.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mum says the background so nice, wanna take picture...&lt;br /&gt;dia0. this is the pathetic suite...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="975" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109260.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there are so many of these big bean baged on the floor....hmmm... squishy! see that red band on my wrist?the nurse put that oon my hand. dunno if for all the day surgery they do that.then the white colour thing on my hand is a type of cream which numbs the skin, so that injections wun be pain.... but it's still painful... wah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 442px" height="989" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109261.jpg" width="768" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Another type of bean bag....looks like the one in computer lab huh?but just it's red and black and a lot bigger....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 552px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="777" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109265.jpg" width="534" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum taking pictures from across the room... i forced a smile... wasn't in the mood...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 561px" height="812" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109262.jpg" width="768" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i looks so sacarstic... coz implaying baby toys!!!!!!!!!!it's fun though....i like to watch the beads...hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="781" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109267.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( a doctor came and let me wear this pathetic....sighs....but i'm still smiling hahaha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was sent into the operation room, can't take pivtures ther....&lt;br /&gt;so.... i jumped to after the operation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="771" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109268.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at that arm.... the tumour is gone! but it hurts... the doc put a bandage around it so it could prevent the wound from bleeding. finally, after let's see....from 12am to 11.38am....11 hours 38 min, i finally could eat! yay!boy, i was so hungry....still wearing the pathetic suite....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 647px" height="1028" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109270.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, waiting for daddy at the 1st level, waiting to go out again! so happy!and as you can see i finally took out the red thigy, it was so tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 512px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="775" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071109271.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 we go, mum took another picture of me, the background is the garden in kk hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm free! yay!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture, of the next day, i couldn't really dance, cos my arm hurts a lot when i move it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 505px; HEIGHT: 711px" height="1028" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/20071110273.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays! bye everybody! if you are having operation next time, be brave!bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5118423792895091787?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5118423792895091787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5118423792895091787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5118423792895091787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5118423792895091787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8906399047143349446</id><published>2007-11-09T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:07:10.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1:operation</title><content type='html'>hi guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished eating mc donalds and using the computer now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had my operation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to school and came back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did so many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable thing is that i had my operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... ellen's at my hse now coz we are going to tll this is the 2nd time in 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did becoz she was so angry that i didn't come....&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i would just do sth nice for her.....&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe she's not that angyr...&lt;br /&gt;just upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u93/katjeeeex3/ComicaziRob81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(not funny)&lt;br /&gt;online blog indeed is so widely read by others...&lt;br /&gt;the day after i posted that i am going to have an operation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mny tagged at mi blog and said gd luck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embarrassed to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stuffing myself with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm so bloated that i thought i might burst,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was FORCED eat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoz after 12am, i can onli drink milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 4.3oam i can onli drink water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 7.15am, sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot do anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't eat anything until exactly 11.38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(becoz i was conscious of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....&lt;br /&gt;read done to see the procedure of the operation...&lt;br /&gt;you know what i hate most rite?&lt;br /&gt;taking injections....&lt;br /&gt;before i took the injections, the doctor put someti=hing on my skin so that when i take injection, it wun be painful&lt;br /&gt;but unfortuantely, for my skin it stil was painful ...&lt;br /&gt;it depends you know.&lt;br /&gt;for some ppl , taking injections is not a big deal...&lt;br /&gt;but for me it is extra painful...&lt;br /&gt;last time when i was a toddler, i ha to take injections everyday cos i got allergy.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't painful at all last time whn i took all those injections...&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="65" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/karevsanatomy/smilies/thsmily084.gif" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my operation, a nurse came to me and gave me a set of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;the 1 st "gown" must wear from in front&lt;br /&gt;and the 2nd must wear from the back.&lt;br /&gt;then when i went out of the changing, room, the nurse said i wore wrongly&lt;br /&gt;the 1st one i wore from the back and the 2nd one i wore from the front&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;then i ha to change again, which took another 1o min,&lt;br /&gt;which is one of the reasons why i didn't make it to school,&lt;br /&gt;after i changed, iv walked in to the preparation room,&lt;br /&gt;the room that children are supposed to go b4 they take their surgery&lt;br /&gt;theni w8ted for abt 30 min....&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't scared that time...&lt;br /&gt;all i was thinking was to go to school....i actually didn't want to miss the ipp...&lt;br /&gt;i thought it might be fun....&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm wierd....&lt;br /&gt;so wad?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the way to kk hospital, preacher willy msged me and blessed me also.&lt;br /&gt;i asked how was the ipp going?&lt;br /&gt;then he said he was with ch6&lt;br /&gt;so i called and told him to say hello for me to you guys...&lt;br /&gt;then he said hello rite?&lt;br /&gt;then you guys ask yy i not here.&lt;br /&gt;then some of the ppl say i got operation.&lt;br /&gt;they ask me y&lt;br /&gt;then i told preach willy that i will tell you guys when igo school....&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;so sorry that i didn't go school&lt;br /&gt;pls forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then you guys went to the hall...&lt;br /&gt;so sad...&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys....&lt;br /&gt;1 week le...&lt;br /&gt;back to the operation ...&lt;br /&gt;yes i was still waiting. then i got so tired that i stared playing the toys that were actually meant for babies....&lt;br /&gt;lame rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then after all the photo taking, the playing, i just sat on the sofa and tried to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i slept at 12.3o pm the day b4 just to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wun be hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed i wasn't hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, a lady wearing the same pathetic suit gave me another same pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"showering cap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like bye bye mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all with the smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went through the door i was like oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went into the operation room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man it was is BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so many weapons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways, they covered me with a paper sheet&lt;br /&gt;coz  they say cotton wool might catch fire if they is any...&lt;br /&gt;theni was like fire? omg! i wanna go out!&lt;br /&gt;then they put iodine on my right hand, they theywipe it off.&lt;br /&gt;i read in a book that before operation, they must put on iodine to kill the bacteria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8906399047143349446?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8906399047143349446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=8906399047143349446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/8906399047143349446'/><link rel='self' 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offline</title><content type='html'>last post before i sign off&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as sad as yeasterday.....&lt;br /&gt;tommorow is the big day....&lt;br /&gt;can't eat after 12am....&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared....&lt;br /&gt;ppl....&lt;br /&gt;ppray for me pls.....&lt;br /&gt;you know the doctor says if sth goes wrong my life would be at risk....&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;i hope that every thing goes well...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna die ....&lt;br /&gt;for a million reasons....&lt;br /&gt;ok everybody....&lt;br /&gt;hope you like mi blog....&lt;br /&gt;i just spend 2 hours enhancing it....&lt;br /&gt;i hope you really do appreciate it....&lt;br /&gt;thanx:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-8566223813140398397?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-7317382372918345798</id><published>2007-11-07T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:38:39.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to kinokuniya with belinda....&lt;br /&gt;i went to her hse in the morning 1st coz my mum and her mum going out and "play"&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go toher hse....&lt;br /&gt;or rather i want to go her hse...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;i finally mustered my courage to touch her baby german sheperd -lucky&lt;br /&gt;it's damn big....&lt;br /&gt;but it's afraid of hoola hoops....&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;and itlikes me coz it obeys my rules....&lt;br /&gt;not belinda's&lt;br /&gt;until i splased water on it....&lt;br /&gt;he hates water....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sorry lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="258" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z18/cud0/50aae6715150900f29d1ab3107eab566.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... we went to kinokuniya in takashimaya...&lt;br /&gt;while our mums went window shopping...&lt;br /&gt;we stayed there from zbt 1.30pm to 4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;and i spent $49.81&lt;br /&gt;on for books....&lt;br /&gt;namely princess diaries books 6 and 7 , kira- kira, and havey angell-watt is he?&lt;br /&gt;so ex rite?&lt;br /&gt;i not that rich la....&lt;br /&gt;family kinda got financial problems rite now...&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry....&lt;br /&gt;i wun die of hunger...&lt;br /&gt;i can save money anyways....&lt;br /&gt;dun pity me(if you are)&lt;br /&gt;i dun like ppl who sympathise for me...&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel that i can't be independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee59/shirleyc1013/123.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i was a student of media corp....&lt;br /&gt;but i quit....&lt;br /&gt;and gave up the chance of being an actress....&lt;br /&gt;which i want to be...&lt;br /&gt;it's really fun there....&lt;br /&gt;but the fees are so ex...&lt;br /&gt;wad do you expect anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;it's early in the morning now...(wheni typed this msg)&lt;br /&gt;nobody is onilne.....&lt;br /&gt;so sads....&lt;br /&gt;feel lonely again&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;have to go le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="195" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u171/mintbow/213241_1961036.gif" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-7317382372918345798?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7317382372918345798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=7317382372918345798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7317382372918345798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/7317382372918345798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-went-to-kinokuniya-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2206735835316957015</id><published>2007-11-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:19:43.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why....&lt;br /&gt;that feeling of lone just sticks to me like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u180/gothfreaks/th9e0e19ff.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know wadeva i write here ppl will read....&lt;br /&gt;and if i write too detailed....&lt;br /&gt;ppl will laugh and tease....&lt;br /&gt;a blog is a place where most ppl tend to shoot themselves in the feet&lt;br /&gt;and becoz of that....&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a2/kindredcrow/Icons/Tiny%20icons/th31611fcb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to write all detailed.....&lt;br /&gt;sighs....&lt;br /&gt;operation on friday....&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u90/candicemcook/thTellTheTruth.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared....&lt;br /&gt;so alone...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like nobody cares abt me....&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows that i even exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a32/yoyoyobigal/17349.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying a lone in a corner....&lt;br /&gt;wepting to nobody....&lt;br /&gt;feeling the cold knife stab in my heart again and again....&lt;br /&gt;torn between terror and forlorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa87/Erika_Sam998/thstay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you that i miss you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you dun seem to matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just be stong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stand this storm by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the sea calms down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those painful memories will be washed away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but sometimes they just etched onto my heart.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;somebody....pls come and help me.... help me to steal my heart away....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(just kidding)&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e23/slackerying/diao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you dun evern care that i am going to have an operation....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;while i struggle....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you enjoy your time with your friends....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sighs....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;operation is in the morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i cannot go for ipp....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna go....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun wanna miss anything fun with charity 6....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am really going to miss school....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss everybody....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel so un significant.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so small......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so scared.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;preparing for the big day......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l48/icebluewater/Love/thz4388288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2206735835316957015?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2206735835316957015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2206735835316957015' 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-5695250033790219088.post-3557248431041290773</id><published>2007-11-03T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T06:23:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm online again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll....let's just begin with this&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;everybody wants to be a somebody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to be unique....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly not all could be a somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a somebody too....&lt;br /&gt;somebody that everyone wants to be with....&lt;br /&gt;in other words to be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u91/xmaitingx/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do....&lt;br /&gt;people will follow...&lt;br /&gt;outgoing gurl....&lt;br /&gt;and always welcomed....&lt;br /&gt;not recognised as a annoying.....&lt;br /&gt;wired.....,&lt;br /&gt;"luna lovegood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm going a bit too far....&lt;br /&gt;let's sop digressing and&lt;br /&gt;GET TO THE POINT!&lt;br /&gt;(what's the point btw?)&lt;br /&gt;anyway(er...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after going to ballet lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i went to tll.....&lt;br /&gt;damm ....&lt;br /&gt;it's the 4th replacement in a row and i'm sick of it....&lt;br /&gt;after ballet, i'm always all worn out and sweaty&lt;br /&gt;ballet ends at 12.45 and i there is tuition at 2pm....&lt;br /&gt;i hardly got time to eat...&lt;br /&gt;the nxt minute b4 i knew....&lt;br /&gt;tll lesson started already....&lt;br /&gt;then we did this extra long argumentive essay....&lt;br /&gt;sounds strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;coz it's secondary 1 work....&lt;br /&gt;my english is so dam bad lorxxx&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was in america all the time...&lt;br /&gt;dun have to worry bt english and chinese is so easy to learn...&lt;br /&gt;(duh...i'm from china my chinese is SUPPOSED to be very good.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i went home with my friend coz her dad can fetch me and mi mum back&lt;br /&gt;seriously....&lt;br /&gt;if we had a car ....&lt;br /&gt;we would have gone home ourselves&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying we can't own a car&lt;br /&gt;but my dad's in china....&lt;br /&gt;mum has a phobia of driving the car as she had met with an accident when i wasn'teven born&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go EVERYWHERE in bus or mrt....&lt;br /&gt;poor me,...&lt;br /&gt;fortunately some of the days dad comes home and we alays go out and ea....&lt;br /&gt;like west coast park....&lt;br /&gt;so i get to eat the chilli crab...&lt;br /&gt;it's one of my favourite&lt;br /&gt;i have a small appetite realli....&lt;br /&gt;but it realli does cost must just to feed that bloody mouth of mine...&lt;br /&gt;not cursing myself...&lt;br /&gt;ok... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;after that i went home lorxxx&lt;br /&gt;than played with my bunbun  so now i using com....&lt;br /&gt;k mum REALLY angry&lt;br /&gt;see you guys....&lt;br /&gt;will miss ya for one nite&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3557248431041290773?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3557248431041290773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3557248431041290773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3557248431041290773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3557248431041290773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4393726815226655017</id><published>2007-11-03T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:52:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW SOME PPL DUN LIKE ME...</title><content type='html'>i know some ppl dun like me....&lt;br /&gt;if you dun like me just get over with it! you dun have to give a dame shit abt it...&lt;br /&gt;sry for being vulgar....&lt;br /&gt;which i think you guys un like....&lt;br /&gt;i just like being myself....&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not myself this way....&lt;br /&gt;but i dun like to be too polite...&lt;br /&gt;freaks me out...&lt;br /&gt;it's like in nmost ppl's eys you are perfect...&lt;br /&gt;idun like it...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so wierd rite?&lt;br /&gt;so sian...&lt;br /&gt;you know i doing now?&lt;br /&gt;very pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;i singing sk8er boi, by avril lavigne now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;very meaningful to me......&lt;br /&gt;like descrbing me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a boy, she was a girl&lt;br /&gt;cannotmake it any obvious&lt;br /&gt;he was a punk, she did ballet&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;he wanted her&lt;br /&gt;she never tell&lt;br /&gt;secretly she wanted him as well&lt;br /&gt;an all of their friends&lt;br /&gt;they stuck up their nose&lt;br /&gt;and they had a problem with his baggy clothes&lt;br /&gt;he was a sk8er boi&lt;br /&gt;she***********(i dunno)&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;she had a pretty face but her hair was off it's place&lt;br /&gt;she needed to come back down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now&lt;br /&gt;she sits at home&lt;br /&gt;feeding the baby she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;she turns on tv&lt;br /&gt;guess what she sees?&lt;br /&gt;sk8er boi rocking on mtv&lt;br /&gt;she calls up her frends&lt;br /&gt;they already know&lt;br /&gt;and they've all got tickets to see his show&lt;br /&gt;she tags along&lt;br /&gt;and stands in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;looks up to the man that she turned down&lt;br /&gt;he was a sk8er boi&lt;br /&gt;she ***********************&lt;br /&gt;he wsan't good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;now he's a supper star ****** on his guitar&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;he was a sk8er boi&lt;br /&gt;she************&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO ON....&lt;br /&gt;i just dun feel like typing anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dissappointed in jieying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/4moodthemes/kurthasley/disappointed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over sth she told ppl that i said which i really didn't say&lt;br /&gt;and i am so angry too&lt;br /&gt;coz it's really so offensive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dun be mistaken....&lt;br /&gt;i still love her as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t90/lilrawks77/Forever%20Friends/i188773811_3407_61.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually.....&lt;br /&gt;i do like sb&lt;br /&gt;but dun bother to ask&lt;br /&gt;coz it might not be necessarily from this school&lt;br /&gt;and i will never tell&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;kkk&lt;br /&gt;bye for today!&lt;br /&gt;i love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4393726815226655017?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4393726815226655017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4393726815226655017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4393726815226655017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4393726815226655017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-some-ppl-dun-like-me.html' title='I KNOW SOME PPL DUN LIKE ME...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/4moodthemes/kurthasley/th_disappointed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4645498530670269250</id><published>2007-11-02T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:01:02.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellen The fox</title><content type='html'>Hellen The fox is really touching.&lt;br /&gt;you know wat?&lt;br /&gt;i'm never going to watch those touching movies again&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;it makes feel so uncounfortable crying during the movie&lt;br /&gt;and u know i very emo 1 lah....&lt;br /&gt;heehee.....&lt;br /&gt;ok that wasn't funny at all actualy.....&lt;br /&gt;anyways,after watching the movie,&lt;br /&gt;i promised to treat my bunny better&lt;br /&gt;play with him everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, i feel so uncomfortable remembering that movie....&lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;poor hellen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;(for now coz i'm going t post l8ter again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4645498530670269250?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-3371568553858884635</id><published>2007-10-27T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:48:05.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian....&gt;.&lt;   [27.10.07]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Omg! i am so freaking bored....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u74/catherinecute_neo/a010-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 10.45am and the only person online is ellen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was toking to wy for onli like 1 min and he said that he gtg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next thing i knew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was offline.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then ellen was like:"wait...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like waiting adn waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u228/damien182/wait.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was like:"ellen, pls, i'm dying here..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she was like:"wait..,srry..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am still waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the morning i went chuirch with my mum....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasn't wiiling to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she gragged me outta bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean serious ly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she dragged me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outta my bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The misa was damn boring lorxxx&lt;br /&gt;wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u24/supahyphy10/elmo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-3371568553858884635?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3371568553858884635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=3371568553858884635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3371568553858884635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/3371568553858884635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/sian-271007.html' title='Sian....&gt;.&lt;   [27.10.07]'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5229675549043327049</id><published>2007-10-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:09:10.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you shld be proud to be in love</title><content type='html'>Actually...&lt;br /&gt;ppl all arounf us are emo....&lt;br /&gt;ok not all&lt;br /&gt;but they dun dare to show beacuase ppl all around ud tease each other...&lt;br /&gt;ok not all ppl(no offence)&lt;br /&gt;i tell you why we should be proud of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/broken_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't exactly tell you&lt;br /&gt;but that's that...&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;today i gave my bunbun a quick bath and it kindapoop in my bath tub...&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;i had to clean it up&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;really gtg&lt;br /&gt;mum is pratically killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/lekandra/KANDRAMADETHISicon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t248/l1ldreamer/gse_multipart34231.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5229675549043327049?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5229675549043327049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5229675549043327049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5229675549043327049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5229675549043327049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-shld-be-proud-to-be-in-love.html' title='you shld be proud to be in love'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-1705630721488993176</id><published>2007-10-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:51:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q135/witchblood17/broken%20heart/Broken-Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today i was supposed to go to tll for english lesson, buti got math tuitio again...&lt;br /&gt;and you can ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELLEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what had happened.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways... it was so bored at maths hub&lt;br /&gt;belinda seats beside me&lt;br /&gt;what she doen't tok to me....&lt;br /&gt;guess it was because i normally dun tok whan i am studying...&lt;br /&gt;and bad news huh....&lt;br /&gt;everyday from mondays to fridays i had to go maths tuition form 4 to 7.30&lt;br /&gt;c0oz the lessons on saturdays are cancelled&lt;br /&gt;poor me huh....&lt;br /&gt;almost died of boredem and stress....&lt;br /&gt;hey...&lt;br /&gt;ain't i supposem to get my "everlastin" rest now?&lt;br /&gt;hmph....&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;today in school i bought my birthday from belinda\&lt;br /&gt;which is an address book and asked everyonw to write...&lt;br /&gt;well almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;except for a few others which includes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ling an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shuin hern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lingyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aloysius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;keisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jia wei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;samuel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liangzhi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keifer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;those highlighted ones are ones that i am going to ask again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you dun expect me to ask those not highlighted ones are you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samue's okactually&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure he wun want to write for some reason which i dun noe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell ppl that i'm always there for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q135/witchblood17/broken%20heart/Broken-Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-1705630721488993176?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1705630721488993176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=1705630721488993176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1705630721488993176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/1705630721488993176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-was-supposed-to-go-to-tll-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q135/witchblood17/broken%20heart/th_Broken-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4138938186766900267</id><published>2007-10-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:25:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting and waiting....waiting for eternity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;finally it's my turn to play the com....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i on the computer and logged on to msn messenger....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but everyone was busy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i toked to ellen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she didn't reply....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prisca and and rebekah are not online too.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i tried to open the audition file...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but as usual...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was an error....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighs....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i went on to blogging....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and looked for icons in photobucket....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the com had another coincident error....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which caused me not to be able to download the icon....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well that did clearly suggest why there are o icons in this post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 people are online now,20:37...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but none toked to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess they are just busy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i do like to play computer games...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they are not alive are they?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's the point of toking to a dead person?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's 20:39 now....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still waiting for ppl....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe they are just playing audition....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which is kinda popular....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody's there.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so lonely....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing much more plesant than being with friends....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but where are they?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/sexy_shorty_photos/thq12651981.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 20:44 now....&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost dying .....&lt;br /&gt;of bordem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u265/picgirlie90/naceprettub_lonelygirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 20:50...you could say i'm dead now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still nobody came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could bring my bun bun for a walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya l8ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 21:09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kind soul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm toking the benjamin now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt the ch 6 blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kept changing fond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin was kinda mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda tired of blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="537" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e247/miserablyrapturous/LonelyJealousOne.jpg" width="605" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f224/bymiside/biee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4138938186766900267?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4138938186766900267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=4138938186766900267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4138938186766900267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/4138938186766900267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting-and-waitingwaiting-for-eternity.html' title='waiting and waiting....waiting for eternity...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-53061139856173113</id><published>2007-10-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:49:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and myself.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ppl do get emotinal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but tht's a part of growing up isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you can't blame them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes things just don't get in our way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and we hate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but as time pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wounds will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and memories will fade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i feel like partying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;feel like shoutingin joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;feel like telling the whole world my secrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but other times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i feel so lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so isolated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so miserable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and like a nobody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but each one of us in unique in our own way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no identical people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wether in terms of apperarance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or character trait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;belive yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is the best thing that could happen in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes i feel like hugging everybody and tell them i love them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but sometimes it's just me and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nobody else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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myself.....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-8163570521341388772</id><published>2007-10-19T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T03:38:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm in a rut....&lt;br /&gt;nothing thrills me anymore....&lt;br /&gt;it's like life is meaningless...&lt;br /&gt;you live for nothing....&lt;br /&gt;i have yet found my goal of life...&lt;br /&gt;i don't evern know whay do i have to go for tuition...&lt;br /&gt;learn arts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not to mention get out of the bed in the morning....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday is just eat, go school/ tuition or both, enrichment classes, play and sleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then repeat again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someimes friends just cheer me up a little...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they will always have to go back home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't evern differentiate friends that i could rely on and vice versa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it seems that i'm losing my best friends....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides study ,is more study...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i practically have to go maths hub everyday, this holiday....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really couldn't wait to be a grown up ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and experience life a different way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" 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href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-in-rut.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-650535100415999000</id><published>2007-10-06T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:59:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLET</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYVNuCsSK7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYVNuCsSK7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;if only anyone could tell me why i so hate mysef&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-650535100415999000?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/650535100415999000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=650535100415999000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/650535100415999000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/650535100415999000'/><link rel='alternate' 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height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the school celebrated the mid autum festival. Nobody in charity 6 went to the mid autum festivla. last year mid autum festival, i went with wendy l. and i performed the stupid chinese dance. luckily i had qite already. by the way, just wanna all friends to know that no matter, wad, i will always be there for you! yeah, i know this is stupid, but that's what friends are for right?hahax. and anyway, kinda bored. recently, there's been many bad news for me...sobs. financial problems, and health problems.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry to say that i'm very relieved to go tto sec school.sighs..dunno why actually. have to turn in for today! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6787488444436131693?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6787488444436131693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-2437330639589772222</id><published>2007-09-01T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:12:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happines....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what is happiness to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;izit only laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not feeling bored only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;staying at home watching he tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;or izit using the computer all day long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well i tell you all thoses above is nothing to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For me, real happiness is sticking with friends and family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;spending time with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;having a good time with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no mental worries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but not everyone has it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes we may be seen laughing on the outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but we are actually very doleful in the inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you feel sad, maybe the best thing is to tell a friend or talk to a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but then again.... internal unhappiness cannot be cure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/annax1995/sad-3.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2437330639589772222?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2437330639589772222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2437330639589772222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2437330639589772222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2437330639589772222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/happines.html' title='happines....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-5855195561215886015</id><published>2007-08-27T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T02:18:19.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations...</title><content type='html'>today ia the 27th of august...&lt;br /&gt;2more months, we're going to say good bye to our fellow school mates...&lt;br /&gt;i went for RGS dsa....and there was no sesults yet...&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that i would go in...&lt;br /&gt;cause i didn't play that impeccably...&lt;br /&gt;cause i was too tensed...&lt;br /&gt;sort of flunked it....&lt;br /&gt;the world is just so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;i also went for nanyang dsa...&lt;br /&gt;i went for tha dance audition...&lt;br /&gt;i think i did quite well for that XD&lt;br /&gt;but they haven't call me for interview...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;dunno lah. maybe can't go in...&lt;br /&gt;RV also not bad but it takes 6 years to graduate&lt;br /&gt; which i dun really like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-5855195561215886015?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5855195561215886015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=5855195561215886015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5855195561215886015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/5855195561215886015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/examinations.html' title='Examinations...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-30674736023156786</id><published>2007-08-11T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:19:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th August 2007(after ballet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally,after 2 long hours of practice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(btw it's 12.45pm)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm going off  for lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;have to polish off the last scrap of food within 15 short miinutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;before i start to rocket through my chinese work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;cause i'm going to have tution in 1h's time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;and a whole big stack of a w/s (s) waiting for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;mind you..i'm not as hardworking as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what seems to some ppl)my facade tells you...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but i definitel DO NOT hide anyhing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;behind the facade of my passion for piano and ballet XD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh btw my dad came home from china(finally)today morning at 6.30pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;and brought back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BARRY TROTTER...excuse me.... i mean harry potter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes..harry Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tter and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ly HALLOWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;actually....that's nothing to create a din...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/11th-august-2007after-ballet.html' title='11th August 2007(after ballet)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4753687253327006412</id><published>2007-08-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:24:10.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th August 2007(ballet lesson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;today i went to ballet lesson.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the teacher was in 'sun kiss' mood today and kept smiling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;btw i'm currently learning ballet at nan yang acedemy of fine arts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;just in case you don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i dread every week's lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;you can call it "魔鬼训练班"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but must still admist that my teacher is a genius...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and she's 60 this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just 18 years older than singapore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;hahax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok...i'll stop digressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;today we are suppose to use a blue scarf to learn a dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the scarf was dam heavy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;too much material used....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and looked like we were using some kind of new fashion blue coulour litter bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;prentending to be collecting rubbish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;being sacarstic and idiotic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;if it wasn't for the first time trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;it would be much more graceful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(of cause...you've heard of swan lake...not bear lake right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;but i have to admit at least it's better than 1st time trying on pointe shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;we look like a group of clumsy bears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4753687253327006412?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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forlorn...brighten up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-2635252347372068893?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2635252347372068893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=2635252347372068893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2635252347372068893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/2635252347372068893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='hope you will enjoy the music:)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-6320403881249867718</id><published>2007-08-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:33:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after national day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as usual.....wonderfully boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but sunny day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;woke up at 10.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause slept too late last nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and mom didn't bother to wake me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;(which is a good thing....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;ate nothing for breakfast....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;l8ter had to go tuition....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;wif ellen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to TLL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;at 4.30pm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;not a typical &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;huh?.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-6320403881249867718?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6320403881249867718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695250033790219088&amp;postID=6320403881249867718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6320403881249867718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695250033790219088/posts/default/6320403881249867718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-after-national-day.html' title='Day after national day....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18398970871956317758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8G_C72dNWCM/R1vh16R863I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rmuJ95oGeD0/S220/0318.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695250033790219088.post-4269500235236947222</id><published>2007-08-09T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:51:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz... today is national day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no in coming calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no incoming msgs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tired of seeing in front of the tv...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;can't get out of the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;another boring day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;so boring that i could just die....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695250033790219088-4269500235236947222?l=ballerina-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballerina-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4269500235236947222/comments/default' 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