<?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-5801031</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:34:19.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE PEER INTO THE CRAP IN MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>Its Pure Shit. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-107369765484881650</id><published>2004-01-10T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T09:22:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala.... its saturday morning, the end of a tiring first weeko at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got abit of homework that needs to be doned. later rach is coming over to do homework with me. cool. and we're gonna get some studying done too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teachers are all pretty cool people except for my physics teacher and biology replacement teacher&lt;br /&gt;firstly my stupid physics teacher insists on having shit stupid rules. like if you request to speak you have to raise your non working index finger and wait for her to respong, the same goes for 2 fingers(i wish to go to the loo) and three fingers(i request your immediate help)... WAH I CANNOT TAHAN THIS SORTA PIECE OF SHIT TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that my biology teacher was sick so he's on long term med leave so theres this relief teacher who is so full of himself. he goes on and on about his personal life. (geez, who can be bothered with yuor life you insolent piece of crap?)&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this sort of teacher still exists. ahe got round to teaching us yesterday.... wanna know how? he just extracted bits of information from the text and put them in a power point slide. and read off them. everyone in class was like wtf? you call this quality teaching? i dont mean to be a pain in the ass and all with the complaining ive been doing. but itsd sec4 this year, olevels ma man! can you just shut the fuck up bout your own beaut life and teach us some proper bio? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikeeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i got nothing much really to do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its onyl the first week of school... so you can infer how much of a frenzy ill work myself into  by the second week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... haha, will update tomorrow or something... peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-107369765484881650?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107369765484881650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107369765484881650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107369765484881650' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-107328537692074993</id><published>2004-01-05T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T14:50:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo peeepos, todays the official last day i can actually laze around the house. tomorrow school leassons start for real. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, today was another boring day at school. got my timetable. had some stupid talk in sch bout discipline and shiyt like that. nearly dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form teacher is delightfully helpful! offered to cut my hair for me. see... if she cuts it for me, i will be approved by the principal. because the teacher approves it herself, because SHE CUT IT. so there, thats my point. haha... have short hair and still get away with it!!! -all hail the new groovy teacher- wait, i hope she knows how to cut hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... oh wells, got tuition later on at 430, 1 and a half hours of the linguistically accomplished chinese tuition teacher, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok, im off to eat lunch nows. catch up with everyone another time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-107328537692074993?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107328537692074993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107328537692074993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107328537692074993' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-107283421071993982</id><published>2003-12-31T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T09:31:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;That's the time I fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you're in my heart again&lt;br /&gt;And it never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to say&lt;br /&gt;All the words that got in the way&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;All the things that she used to bring&lt;br /&gt;All the songs she used to sing&lt;br /&gt;All the favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much she'd loved me&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;I need you and when you go go go go&lt;br /&gt;I know, it never ends, never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to say&lt;br /&gt;All the words that got in the way&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;All the things that she used to bring&lt;br /&gt;All the songs she used to sing&lt;br /&gt;All the favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can I still come over&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;Is it really over&lt;br /&gt;Or are you coming back this time, this time, this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to say&lt;br /&gt;All the words that got in the way&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;All the things that she used to bring&lt;br /&gt;All the songs she used to sing&lt;br /&gt;All the favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to say&lt;br /&gt;All the words that got in the way&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;All the things that she used to bring&lt;br /&gt;All the songs she used to sing&lt;br /&gt;All the favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Have gone out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. hahaha just like that song now. damn catchy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today is NYE!!! yayay. gonna go for dinner with my friends denise letts n rach later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at 1 some friend's are coming over to tie up the loose odds and ends of our hollie homework. hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my brother just chucked an old phone on me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he bought a new fone (again) and thus now i have a nokia fone. whee. no more stupid motorola flick phone. hheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk... mom's asking me to wash my shoes. gotta go now. laer dont get cash for dinner. -gulps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys out there have a crappy new year. lols. kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-107283421071993982?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107283421071993982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107283421071993982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283421071993982' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-107276104906199989</id><published>2003-12-30T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:12:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey... im back... came back yesterday!!! hope you all read on my lovely vacation to the island of koh samui (hell, do i sound like a brochure or what!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt here for chrissie, was in koh samui still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there was excellent. and something really embarrassing ever. you see, the truth is, ive never eaten a proper christmas dinner with pudding and turkey and mashed pataters. aND so it was the first time i was actually sitting down to really goodish dinner. cos my friend's mom was really into the whole chirstmas thingy so they insisted on having a traditional christmas dinner. &lt;br /&gt;so anyways... really enjoyed the food... was cheap and good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lemme update you guys about the activities i had there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day was just rest n replaxation and a litle shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day was tanning and more beach, exploration of a new cafe "angela's bakery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeelish. more tanning... which is why i got burnt on the third day and it was rather painful and from then on i absolutely insisted on using sunblock. -bows to Mr sun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighy, i cant remember the order in which the events rolled on but heres a brief summary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went elepant trekking which i throughly enjoyed. we sat in like an army jeepish thingy (open air) with no safety belts whatsoeveer so while we were progressing up the jungle-ish mountain terrain, we had to really grip on tight to the railing for dear lives. and no im not exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached the place for the trekking and the slow poked elephants brought us slowly up ythe track to a rock infested path. we then stopped and trekked up the stony path which brought us to a wonderful amazing waterfall... it was simply gorgeous. and no words coiuld ever describe its beauty. ok maybe go look at one of those scenic calanders? looks like it. will post pics up when my friend sends them to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. and then we were allowed to swim in the waterfall and good grief. it was so cold and refreshing. and then we climbed up some rocks to a certain height and ythen dived down into the plunge pool... hell... heavenly i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards, we had lunch high up in the mountains... it was so serene and quiet i felt totally at peace... the sun was shining gently and all i could hear was the faint rustling of the leaves on the beautiful dark greenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on one of the days we had canopy walk thingy. the ride to the place was bad. it was in another of those open aired jeepish thingys and i nearly fell out of the jeep while it was progressing up the slope (jungle terrain again.)&lt;br /&gt;im not kidding, i fell out of my seat. good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the canopy thing i didnt really enjoy but we went to another waterfall though it wasnt as nice as the elephant trekking one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of heights so you could say that the canopy thingy was a terrifying experience for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a flying fox... whee over the trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... as for the nightlife there, its absolutely fantastic. there are like a gazillion pubs there... quite ones for an evening drink to rowdy discos with loud hellblazing music and hos standing outside waiting to pull in young and unsuspecting swinging ang mors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... usually my friend's mom brought us to have quite drinks.... there are some places that screen latest movies so they'd just go there to sip a drink and enjoy the flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only on christmas eve we went to a sorta noisy pub. its called the sweet soul cafe. beautiful place... deafening music and lots of dancing and booze. had quite a good time there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok as for the highligh tof the holiday. the beach, it was as expected, the sun was simply smashing and the water was cold and glorious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, due to it being the monsoon season, alot of waves were present so thus a new game was created, jump the wave in as many waves as possible... haha pretty fun experience for me. hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onyl on one day when i woke early around 8 in thai time 9 in spore time, walked down to the beach and i could see my toes in the water. it was quite queer as most of the time ive been used to the murky spore water and the wave-ish waater that would churn up all the sand in thailand... making the water filled with litle speckles of sand, wehich makes the water look quite icky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on that day the water was clear and lovely.... whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess thats all i can say bout my holiday... had loads of fun.. hope to return there again but not during the monsoon season !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... season's greetings to one and all.... hope you all had a spiffy christmas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-107276104906199989?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107276104906199989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107276104906199989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276104906199989' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-107075869849716523</id><published>2003-12-07T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T08:58:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spongebob squarepants!!! wheeee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha been a long time since i last typed anything eh? well, alls well in the household. my mom n dad went on a cruise last week leaving me home alone. sad ehs? went over to my bro's house. they got a new doggie. its rather cute, but my friend who has the same dog says that when it grows bigger it'll look like shit. gish. i do wonder though. its so heavenly cute at the present moment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a king charles cavalier spaniel if im not wrong and didnt misspell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im quite certain that my bro will get sick of it soon. you know those tamagotchies we used to play with when we were little tots? and after we got sick of it, there it lay in an old musty cupboard never to be touched again? yeah, its what im talking about. it always happens to my family. WAHHHH.... got chinchilla. i will always remember the poor chinchilla. it was damn expensive, i think nearly a thousand dollars. hmm. they got sick of it. at first wah... kopi-o so cute, play and play... gave it powder baths and all then suddenly pooft, it was left in the cage withot food and water for days till they remembered it. then it was sick and they didnt bring it to the vet, leaving me to feed it and comfort it every day till its last. then it came... he was a miserable pet i tell you... never have owners like my brother and sis in law. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... today is gonna be another fish amm my emath n do a little chinese day. got chinese tuition tomorrow so hopefully she'll help me with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... and tuesday maybe rezer is coming over ta watch vcds! wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okie dokes. guess i've said enough for one day... shall pen off n0w... taaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-107075869849716523?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107075869849716523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/107075869849716523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075869849716523' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106998610366087771</id><published>2003-11-28T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T10:22:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darkness falls, im letting go... all alone but i feel fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. back from onfirmation camp... it was pretty cool i guess.... had lots of singing and stuff like that. well before this camp you could say i was a mere pagan, shuffling in and out of the section of belief and mockery... but there was this night when they had this praying over and the facilitators were like weirdly speaking in tongues. it was freaky but then i felt all wobly like i could not control my balance and felt this warming sensation... and my eyelids kept fluttering... but luckily i wasnt "slain" by the holy spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people just plopped to the floor like whoosh. quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe yeah... had a great time... except there was some race... and had to run here and there... all the way to SRJC and around poh huat road and my team got lost and went round in circles for about an hour. hahaha. then the sun was blistering hot so got a little pinky. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel that my faith has been reaffirmed with this camp... praise god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106998610366087771?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106998610366087771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106998610366087771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106998610366087771' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106923762197415283</id><published>2003-11-19T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:27:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah is this blog stagnant or what?! anyways, i just went to get ma hair cut, cos a few days ago when i asked my mom to cut my hair for me she like screwed it up so i had to go cut it again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is ending soon, i can hardly wait till it does. and then its koh samui!!! whoopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soe nonsense goin on about rene. dont know how true it is though i blew me top off a couple hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;oh vell. shall apologize later i guess. i mean its her choice to like anyone she wants to righT? its a free country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. see im spouting nonsense again, which goes to show you how pathetically boring my sad life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin to watcha play this friday. its called OH MAN! starring sheikh haikel randall tan lim kay tong and kumar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its about men's lifestyle in sunny singapore. aahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a blast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... today was supposed to have tuition then the bastard didnt show up so i left. hahaha. oh well... yeah... thats about all i gotta say... will update tomorrow. gonna chat now... tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>"looking into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;i see all i want to be &lt;br /&gt;and i don't want it to end &lt;br /&gt;if i could only put to words the way &lt;br /&gt;i see you &lt;br /&gt;i only know i have an angel with me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;you're all that i see &lt;br /&gt;you're in my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;and all of my prayers &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be &lt;br /&gt;all that you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel without wings &lt;br /&gt;my angel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could see &lt;br /&gt;all that you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;but i can never find the words &lt;br /&gt;to tell you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;you're all that i see &lt;br /&gt;you're in my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;and all of my prayers &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be &lt;br /&gt;all that you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;and when i fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;you're all that i see &lt;br /&gt;you're in my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;and all of my prayers &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be &lt;br /&gt;all that you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;my angel without wings" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're ma angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today is my mammy's birthday. was actually spposed to go out with some classmates but then again, its mammy's day so deicded to forgo the outing and stay home like a good little kiddy. yesyes, listen to mommy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some studying of geoggers. did 2 math problems and did a lil chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah. i could be nicely roasting myself at pasir ris beach but am instead stoning here grumbling about how damned miserable my pathetic life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good lordy. someone stuff a hanky in my mouth or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goin out later to look for owls. yes, owls. mom's collecting owls if you dont already know that by now. dad asked her if she'd like a diamond for her bday and she said "i aint got no time to wear it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone out there in the universe konws where the hell do you get owls in singapore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me please. save my poor legs the trouble of walking all around tiny singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thats all or now, aint got nothing much to say anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106886577182415412?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106886577182415412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106886577182415412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886577182415412' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106834077498738192</id><published>2003-11-09T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T09:19:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis been quite awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin back to school for classes everyday. horridity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for dec! whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna be doin crash studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what people have been askin me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im studying for next year's syllabus. call me kiasu if you like but well, i guess i should start working hard for a change. lest i do shittily for my O's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoid freak eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, guesss i'll blog on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored to shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world &lt;br /&gt;You’re every thing I've tried to find &lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl &lt;br /&gt;You’re my Mona Lisa &lt;br /&gt;You’re my rainbow skies &lt;br /&gt;And my only prayer is that you realize &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn &lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change &lt;br /&gt;And all the lessons we will learn &lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange &lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fell of tears &lt;br /&gt;Our share of sight &lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that you realize &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lines upon my face &lt;br /&gt;From a life time of smiles &lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace &lt;br /&gt;For one long last wine &lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about how time really flies &lt;br /&gt;We won’t say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause true love never dies &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing is the show &lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow &lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106834077498738192?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106834077498738192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106834077498738192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106834077498738192' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106798780539465019</id><published>2003-11-05T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T07:16:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy, long time no update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, been pretty much busy with school cos we have november studies that last from 8-115 and is up till the 22nd of no. shitty eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the whole skool sits at ease at home,lazing on the couch, we the sec 3 idiots have to return to our beloved school(like we havent had enough of it already) for extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous. my chinese teacher wants to complete the 4a chinese text in nov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ss teacher wants to be two chaps into the book 4 ss text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... well, i didnt do much on halloween as denise's party was cancelled due to storny mom weather and we all went out instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. theres nothing much more to tell, because my life is prety much like a bland soup, tasteless and well, bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the comp, waiting as the minutes tick by to my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, ought to be going for a bathnow, so will try to update later... toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106798780539465019?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106798780539465019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106798780539465019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798780539465019' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106746605015512758</id><published>2003-10-30T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T06:20:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>greetinks once again fellow cellmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin here eating breakfast. bread and a glass of milk. fullfullfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bringing a bag to school today as planned by rachel, denise and meself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no freaking point. i go to school everyday to play daidee and live in fear of the occasional teacher who will try to confiscate oiur cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sing two days in a row until im hoarse for the alumni rehersal that never came. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mumsy's been a real dear. she's allowing me to go on a koh samui (thailand) trip with letta and family. wheeeee.... its gonna be so fun. in the day its sun sun sun and at night its pubs, bars, bistros, discos... sigh. and the cheap shopping!!! yaho0!!! and most of the drinking places are cheap and can be entered by kids like ourselves. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know bout you guys out there but i dont like discos or anywhere that plays really loud music that isnt club or indie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahahaha, prefer some lil quiet place (bar) where people can sit at the counter and sulk about how horrid their day just was. (just like in the movies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letta told me we could get cigars there too. hahahaha. she said that weed can be bought in ho chi minh city. geezus.. what has the world come to today eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collecting ma tix today... its for the 15th of dec to the 22nd of dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today ive not much planned for myself cept to play more daidee, sing a little more to make me hoarser and finally collect the tix from shaw centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw, alright, its gonna be a blast. and i think my mom is letting me go with them only cos letta's mom is goin. but then again, she doesnt know letta's mom does she? -winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodie day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a false alarm today. thought there were alumni rehearsals. me and a few friends are singin some country/western songs cos of the theme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was postponed to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, now tonight got to practice again. shucks. so as to not make a fool of my damned self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah humbug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel is joining the gym with me. am so glad cos now i finally have a gym buddy. whooopee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes gonna ask her mom then callin me tonight to see if she can join anot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am waiting impatiently for me dinner. moms fixin some stuff in the kitchen and hell, it smells really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. anyways today was quite funny, this really fierce bitch of a teacher came caught us playing cards and she made us tear them up. i was like "huh?" and my friend asked if she could just give it to the fucking teacher instead but she said no..... tear it up now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha alright, moms done with the cookin. gonna eat dinner soon so shall update you guys tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106733776099872454?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106733776099872454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106733776099872454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733776099872454' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106720693707109483</id><published>2003-10-27T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T06:22:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh, talk about quick recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from malacca yesterday. didnt buy much stuff to my surprise. maybe the mood wasnt there, cos the coach ride was quite horrid. and the driver drove so damn fast. like whirrr.... faster than motorbikes and cars, we were passin them on the highway. and the bloody highway didnt have any goddamned lstreet lamps for some stretches of road. it was pitch black and the only light was illuminated from the headlights of the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shudders- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... im gladda be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool today ought to be another daidee session as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin for ice cream at cartel todays... denise still owes me and letta 10 scoops of pure bliss. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopee. hmm. went to the gym yesterday with rach and her sis. pretty kooky dudes, the guy who was inside at that moment when we were there was pretty amused by rach's sis cos she kept using the equip. wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoooey. well guess i gotta be goin to get ready for skool. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106720693707109483?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106720693707109483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106720693707109483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720693707109483' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106686897593476833</id><published>2003-10-23T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T08:29:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh blady oh blada life goes on bra!!!! lala how their life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. im in a cheery mood today. probably becos anthony's cologne thingy is smellin fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i didnt go to skool today. haha. am sittin here at 825 am happily eating egg and toast. as slow as i want to. hearing the birds chirping merrily outside and the sun filtering in thru the kitchen window. and thinking of the daidee players in skool once again. -sigh- life is evilly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to eat powsing chicken rice later on, its gonna be good. havent had a real good meal in ages. wash it all down with a beer to make it complete. -burp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. goin to malacca later on. gonna buy lotsa stuff back. clothes, shoes, whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im sounding like a regular girly girl. fascinated by the materialistic things in this world. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights... gonna stop typing now. not much to say anyways...shoppin' here i come! whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106686897593476833?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106686897593476833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106686897593476833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686897593476833' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106681747561223318</id><published>2003-10-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:11:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haieeeeeeeeeeyah! gday people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah. lets all rise to praise the lord. anthony's parcel at long last has finally reached me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tube half the size of a toothpaste tube was concealed within a postpak the size of slightly more than 2 a4 size papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha only anthony could manage something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i got back the rest of all me papers. i didnt fail no nothing for all my end of year exams cept for a math. sweeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty thens, played daidee the whole damn day again, i was on a roll today. kept winnin even with the shittiest of cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmm... tomorrow im skippin skool. goin ofr lunch with 2 of me classmates who are also skippin skool and then its off to denise's house to do some hamper thingy for skool and to maybe watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went swimmin at hougang swimmin complex. the sun was swell, few coulds in da sky. fantastic day fo tanning. lah dee dah, im a bit darker now tho its not very noticeable cept for my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. so well, guess thats all i gotta say at this present moment... so you guys out there have fun with your lives as usual... im havin fun with mine... peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106681747561223318?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106681747561223318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106681747561223318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681747561223318' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106672990179891257</id><published>2003-10-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T17:51:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo peeps. get busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh wells. got 2 shows to watch courtesy of letta. sweet kid, brought shows for me to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today has been a fairly suckky day as ive failed my a math and just barely passed my e math. and i didnt get the highest in class for english. goddammit. why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays... yeah, am in quite a neutral mood right now. i need a hair cut badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. alright. aint got no nothing to say no more. so shall leave silently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106672990179891257?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106672990179891257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106672990179891257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106672990179891257' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106668905253226372</id><published>2003-10-21T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T06:30:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby want you tell me why there is sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;br /&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who set it up&lt;br /&gt;Now you're the one to make it stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's feeling lost right now&lt;br /&gt;Now you want me to forget every little thing you said&lt;br /&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;br /&gt;The feelings so strong were lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were never satisfied no matter how I tried&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna say goodbye to me&lt;br /&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;br /&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to say now between us&lt;br /&gt;There ain't so much for you&lt;br /&gt;There ain't so much for me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106668905253226372?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106668905253226372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106668905253226372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668905253226372' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106668898021989312</id><published>2003-10-21T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T06:29:39.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life used to be fantastic&lt;br /&gt;when you were around&lt;br /&gt;but when you walked out that door&lt;br /&gt;my being was slammed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go on leading your haooy life&lt;br /&gt;while im filled with remorse&lt;br /&gt;girl....you'll never ever know&lt;br /&gt;that pain that you've caused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see the smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;the tears that glisten in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard to hold them back&lt;br /&gt;my feelings i try to disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont talk often of you&lt;br /&gt;to imply that i'm over&lt;br /&gt;but... you were my lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;like a four leafed clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;deep in thought&lt;br /&gt;are you thinking of me too? &lt;br /&gt;iguess you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll go away&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing more to offer you&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just another lamer poem. erm. got back some results yesterday. i got 57% for combined humanities. wah. its good enuff ok. only 19/42 passes. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fer chinese i did pretty well. 66% in total. its better than alot of chinese edukated peeps in class so im rather psyched by it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. forgot to bring cards so we were being retards in class. just sitting down wasting our lives away. how terrificly exciting. me and rach were practising yawning. yes, yawning. seeing who could yawn till we looked as if we were crying. talk about sheeer boredom man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today oughta be alright cos we're gonna play cards. whooopee. a whole bloody day of daidee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can get boring tho. 4 people with heads resting on their arms... "okayyyyy. you win again. one more round of daidee? we've played... so far 347 games of daidee :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya see what i mean yeah? alrifght gonna get a shoeer now.. update later tas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106668898021989312?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106668898021989312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106668898021989312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668898021989312' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106660232403090656</id><published>2003-10-20T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T06:25:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when my skies close up&lt;br /&gt;and the world turns grey...&lt;br /&gt;i know i will live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my heart aches &lt;br /&gt;as you pass by on a silver cloud&lt;br /&gt;i know i will live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the silent tears&lt;br /&gt;refuse to go away&lt;br /&gt;i know i will live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i miss you so badly&lt;br /&gt;each day of my life&lt;br /&gt;i know i will live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i know you dont &lt;br /&gt;give a shit at all&lt;br /&gt;i know, i will live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for if you do not care for me, &lt;br /&gt;then what care i how fair you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. haha just some really lamer shit i just penned. its a rainy monday morning and once again im at the comp updating you on my stupid life. alright. so i didnt manage to go to the club afta all cos me godbrodder was caught u with work at the office. dammnit. haha another time then, the club's not gonna fuckin close izzit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. moms and dad went to pierre png's weddin'. lols. my life just got a lil' bit more exciting. whoopee. they're friends of his dad it seems. chey. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gettink back some of ma results and i dont think that they're all any too good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maks the sign of the cross and starts praying fervantly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooboy. lord save me from eternal damnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have a piece of very good news. my friend from australia, dear anthony, finally, after me bugging him for one year, has managed to walk to the post office and sent a parcel to me! 'mazin innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was a tough job, buggin him an all but finally, whent eh parcel comes, it will be well worth it. hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokes, well, i oughta be going for a bath and be off ta skool right now... so i'll probably update y'all later or someffink. later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106660232403090656?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106660232403090656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106660232403090656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660232403090656' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106647817597853542</id><published>2003-10-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T19:56:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gday folks. savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a fairly boring day. went to ma brother's house yesterday so i could play with his gameboy. lol. and watch DVDs and south park vcds to no end on his sharp LCD screen tv. whoop dee doo. and play with the PS2. its entertainment heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ma gameboy. ok. now im sounding like an overgrown kiddy. bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nkow. my brother the pirate. he buys a whole harddisk to store all his downloaded movies and games and now guess what? he's doin it with gameboy too. he bought the memory card and downloaded like a few million games to his comp and just pasted them into the card. tak about scrimp and save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, alright, gonna eat dinnie now. tomorrow's laguna club!!! wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106647817597853542?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106647817597853542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106647817597853542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106647817597853542' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106627876176134715</id><published>2003-10-16T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T12:32:41.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. check this out. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JugularGirl/1064449866_zillaelite.JPG" border="0" alt="Elite Master"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are an Elite Master, the highest class of&lt;br&gt;vampire. You stand for power and wisdom. Your&lt;br&gt;servants are loyal and numerous. Your&lt;br&gt;overwhelming powers are of a chief element, be&lt;br&gt;it fire, earth, water, etc. You are a unique of&lt;br&gt;few. Be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JugularGirl/quizzes/What%20class%20of%20vampire%20are%20you%3F%20(some%20new%20images)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What class of vampire are you? (some new images)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sweeeet. okokk. am going out for lunch now, as you can see, ive amused myself online by playing stupid games and doing silly quizzes. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106627876176134715?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106627876176134715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106627876176134715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627876176134715' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106621910067776907</id><published>2003-10-15T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T19:58:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a pretty cool day for me. went out with letts, denise, and rachel. was cool. watched once apon a time in mexico. antonio bandwadzisname is so damn cool. with the guitar strum strum strum. cool sia. hahahaha... alright, am being a little lame retarded ass so shall stop all that gaga over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like him. just like the way he strums the tune on the guitar. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw johnny depps eyes gettink gorged out. that was so freaking cool. wad a swell show. pheeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. hmmm, not sure what im gonna do tomorrow. maybe going out or maybe staying at home to chill out. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letta going to bintan, gonna get me a bangle if she can. so cool. its plain with two ball bearings at the end. very &lt;em&gt;chichi&lt;/em&gt;... lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, gonna go watch a little telly, a little eating, a little beer, a little air con... let the night bring it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106621910067776907?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106621910067776907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106621910067776907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621910067776907' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106612575665610355</id><published>2003-10-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T18:02:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you listening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis the afternoon. boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows amath and 40 mcqs for geoggers. then its letta's house and off to town!~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch underworld if we can find any of our friends who are above 16 in town and borrow their I/Cs to buy da tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs is rest day, will prolly go to the gym or maybe to eat. whoooopee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday is chalet at lena and lyn's with lotsa booze, food and fun. coool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is vacant. probably a rest day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is Laguna club! yay. more sun and food. yummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then... thats my week for yer. not very exciting, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess you guys out there prolly have more interesting things going on for you in your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for all you guys out there, have a jolly good weekend before you come back to skool on monday and realize you've done badly for thy papers and the folks wont let you go out no more. this is it. D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106612575665610355?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106612575665610355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106612575665610355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106612575665610355' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106608334462410353</id><published>2003-10-14T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T06:15:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yeah. come the morn. sitting here once again, listening to the steady beat of raindrops on the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays geog and bio. hoo boy. this is gonna be good. dont think i can make it thru today, todays papers are damn shit esp. goeggers cos i didnt really study for it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. must make it a point to study a month ahead of the exams. or two for that matter. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you stole my world...&lt;br /&gt;now im just a phoney&lt;br /&gt;remembering the girl...&lt;br /&gt;leaves me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrright. just had to do that, -bows- pardon me. yupyup. so i guess im in the process of getting back on ma feet again. she doesnt care at all, so why should i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain outside is so comforting at times. you dance in the rain and scream away your problems and no one can hear them cos they'd be drowned out. like dat song... crying in the rain, the dude's gotta good point cos no one can see you cry if you do it in the rain, but if you start shouting your troubles and jumping around like a &lt;em&gt;roo&lt;/em&gt; those old &lt;em&gt;ah sohs&lt;/em&gt; from the market will walk by and mutter some chinese/dialect curse under their breath, thinking you're positively off ya tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. so much for the old ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career woman, get married, have kids and you're an &lt;em&gt;ah soh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. life is sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, thats all for now. will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106608334462410353?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106608334462410353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106608334462410353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608334462410353' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106602617045481822</id><published>2003-10-13T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:22:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tis the afternoon. PHYSICS SUCKED LIKE PURE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes not talking to me. i see an empty screen. wahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, later gotta study like mad for geoggers and biology tomorrow. ma bio teacher's in hospital, gee, wonder what happened. hope he gets well soon cos the rest of the biology teachers aint no better than him. hawhaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am waiting to have lunch now. then will bug ma momma to buy me a biike. whooopee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, lets see what parts i can afford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can afford the pegs, tyres, fork, gyro, anti-lever and seat. will ask mom to buy the rest (frame, brakes, handlebar etc... the big stuff basically) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. alright then, gonna have lunch now, will update later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106602617045481822?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106602617045481822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106602617045481822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602617045481822' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106592139058273242</id><published>2003-10-12T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T09:16:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant forget you, you're stuck in my head... i feel like im living the worst day, over and over again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. alright, so come the morn, what am i gonna do this day? i sit and ponder, thoughtfully stroking my chin. what else goddammit? STUDY LAH. like as if no one knows. good grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GO ON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to talk to badly. but who the hell wakes up at 9?!! grrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics sucks dick. argh. god. save me from this misery. i should just drop by the SPCA and get myself a jab and be put to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going for cathechism, since im gonna b egoing for confirmation, means i have 75% attendance so i dont think i wanna go no more and besides tomorrow i have the dreaded physics exam, followed by bio and geoggers on tues. damn. sheeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THIS DAMN SHIT.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but theres a consolation. im goin fo a movie on wed, maybe chillin on thurs, and fishermans village on friday, to get myself so totally pissed i cant walk and instead sit and hiccup like a drunken geezer with no life. not forgetting to mention the large beer belly. waheheheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, theres the consolation i guess. other than that, life frankly stinks and im making a big hoohah about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing more for me to say now, already behind my schedule for studying. argh, alright. toodles. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106592139058273242?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106592139058273242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106592139058273242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592139058273242' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106583131963832511</id><published>2003-10-11T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T08:15:19.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its da morn, its gonna be a really long studying day... sighs. i guess ma life is getting better every second, friend is gonna help me scout around for fantastic bike parts. then when ive got everything i'll hand it to the guys and tionghin to fix. whoooopee... -does the barney dance- (see, i told you reze, prractice makes perfect dammit.) the bastard wants to sell me his seat for 10 bucks though. grrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will purposely not buy it. and get a super duper soft comfy seat that he will get green with envy with. wahahah, &lt;br /&gt;alright, guess theres nothing more to say at this point in timeoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that life sucks as usual and so does physics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ride the punnani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106583131963832511?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106583131963832511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106583131963832511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106583131963832511' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106577938703685473</id><published>2003-10-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:00:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, its a bloodt friday afternoon, chinese was satisfactory. i was like whooopee, its easy when i saw the first pajoo, but later when i flipped over, i got the shock of my damned life, never in my while freaking life have i seen such a bloody damned difficult set of comprehensions and close passage. good god, a passing mark a least... save me from this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is on monday and im really scared cos i dont feel like studying it. wahaha. gotta try tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics sucks and so does today. im feeling shittier by the minute. grrrr. well, i'll be just fine. really&lt;br /&gt;and then i hear a really loud voice in my head that sounds strangely like rene saying "YAH RRRRRIGHT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it’s over,&lt;br /&gt;I said that’s ok,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t into you anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I told you lately,&lt;br /&gt;You irritate me,&lt;br /&gt;Your laugh is too loud,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the last girl I’d look at,&lt;br /&gt;If you were in a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell?&lt;br /&gt;I was lying,&lt;br /&gt;And hiding the truth away,&lt;br /&gt;And what I really wanted to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind,&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a melt down,&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave baby,&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worlds not ending,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what my mouth said,&lt;br /&gt;But not what I felt inside,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I told you baby,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the answer,&lt;br /&gt;To all of my prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I like my girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;In short skirts with longer hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell?&lt;br /&gt;I was lying,&lt;br /&gt;And hiding the truth away,&lt;br /&gt;And what I really wanted to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind,&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a melt down,&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave baby,&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, when I said I didn’t care about what you thought about me,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t care less about what I’ve said or done,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean it,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what I meant to say,&lt;br /&gt;You know the truth is that I care about what you think about me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too much,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been putting on a front,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean it,&lt;br /&gt;And what I meant to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind,&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a melt down,&lt;br /&gt;You are incredible,&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done,&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes) Telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done,&lt;br /&gt;(Can’t you see) Telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is easier than done,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave baby,&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all i gots to say now, or at least the mood to say. sheeeeeshs. you dont care at all do you? you make a bluff to start anew eh? argh. you dont make an effort and reject every proposal i offer because you think its LAMEE. fantastic -claps- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106577938703685473?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106577938703685473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106577938703685473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106577938703685473' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106573745122647404</id><published>2003-10-10T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:10:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo people. its another friday morning, wait, not just any friday, a very gloomy friday. there's chinese today. booshakalaka. this sucks. i studied chinese till 9 last night and then couldnt be boddered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damit, you know what.. i have physics on monday?!!! how goddamned shittifying is that? argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is ending, i see it flash before me. or maybe not, i see an old south park rerun flashing before me. i picture myself as kenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for todays exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106573745122647404?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106573745122647404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106573745122647404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573745122647404' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106534024738656143</id><published>2003-10-05T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T15:50:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shalalalala... greetinks people, my eyes are in a daze and my head is spinnin. woked up at 9am this mornin and read through social studies text. finished at 11. fooled around (listened to music, ate icecream, ate 4 slices of cheese, ate sweets, ate a lolly, ate chocs) then had lunch which ended at 1:07 after talking to rene on da phone. then went to study chinese and just finished at 330pm. good god. am gonna study ss again later on... i think im gonna fail!!! argh, its called paranoia again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos you see, i had this really weird dream. more like a nightmare actually. i dreamt i was in the classroom sitting for my english composition exam and then nothing came to my head and i started talking to my friend tho i dunno how this is possible in an examination room. haha, then after that i fell asleep and when i woke up the teacher was collecting the papers. goshes. and then i remember scribbling some nonsense on the paper and babbling something about not getting promoted to sec4 express and begging my teacher to gimme a bit more time. WAH LAU, scary sia i swear. the most scary goddamned dream ive ever dreamt in my entire damn life of dreaming. eeeeeeeeeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it was just a dream. sigh. then now im online with nothing to do, and da babe's not online dammit!!! argh! &lt;br /&gt;geezus christ, shall go to the gym now... the muscles need toning and i needa break from the books... catcha guys later. oh, and remember to study!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106534024738656143?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106534024738656143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106534024738656143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106534024738656143' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106508363347629871</id><published>2003-10-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T16:33:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there homeys. been a really alright day for me. geoggers teacher had to leave da class halfway thru so we sorta had a free period. hehs. say da girl today, looking sleepy in da classroom. hehs... alright, hmm, am eating now... then later its off to cut my hair yet again and the gym! whoopee. rest day then gonna study tonight. prolly will study ss and history as those are the first two subs that are up and coming for the exams. gee, cant wait till the exams are over and done wid, then more time to concentrate on rest and relaxation. wahahaha.... sigh. i thnk i needa beer but then again, if i drink now, my brain cells will definitely be destroyed and i wont be able to do well for the exams. shucks. damn the freaking exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, hope you guys out there have had better studying luck then me. hehehehhe... alright... will finish eating and study now... good luck peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106508363347629871?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106508363347629871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106508363347629871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106508363347629871' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106478682170099969</id><published>2003-09-29T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T06:07:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its just me. or is it what they call murphy's law? when things are goin smooth sailing suddenly something pops up and pooft. its gone in a little snap of your fingers. down, down the deep dark tunnel they call the sewage system. argh, maybe there really is something gone wrong in my head. will ask letta about it later. argh. argh. argh. -bangs head o keyboard- okay. feelings of doubt fill her head. commercialism. bloody hell. let it fill up and overflow. maybe only then we'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one conclusion i can jump to now though. shant say it out now. not just yet. it is something that might need some proving and hopefully im not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodesh grief. its called absorption in work. i think. it consists of studying so much you forget about everything except your studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106478682170099969?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106478682170099969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106478682170099969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106478682170099969' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106462730940286218</id><published>2003-09-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T09:48:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo mornin mornin, though the whole bloody world is asleep now. sigh. gonna do some serious studying today. shucks, its gonna be a boring long tiring day. and after that i still gotta go fer mass. boo. oh well. am havin breakfast now. a meal of microwaved soup. whooopeee. alrighty then, gonna blog off now cos i hafta fisish eating in record time and my studying timetable starts at 10. sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the girl (like whats new eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106462730940286218?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106462730940286218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106462730940286218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106462730940286218' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106447367902108804</id><published>2003-09-25T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T15:08:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>greetings from the evil lair. haha. alright, im feelink much betta today as there ma problmes have been resolved. yippee. now am free of stress and am gonna go full steam ahead and pass me exams with not so flying colors! life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got me some lyrics here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seemed like yesterday &lt;br /&gt;when the world was looking dark &lt;br /&gt;it felt so cold and grey &lt;br /&gt;and why the hell am I even here &lt;br /&gt;what's the purpose, all I feel is guilt and hate and fear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til that day you came along &lt;br /&gt;my heart was empty &lt;br /&gt;like the soul was missing from a song &lt;br /&gt;and I though I'd loved a few &lt;br /&gt;no one ever made me feel &lt;br /&gt;the way that you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey little girl &lt;br /&gt;look what you do &lt;br /&gt;oh, I love you &lt;br /&gt;hey little girl, I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I'm not always right &lt;br /&gt;and girl it breaks my heart &lt;br /&gt;when I have to see you cry &lt;br /&gt;so many things I wanna say &lt;br /&gt;now I know that you're the reason &lt;br /&gt;that i'm here today &lt;br /&gt;whenever you're here &lt;br /&gt;just stay near &lt;br /&gt;we'll be alright, yeah alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hey little girl &lt;br /&gt;look what you do &lt;br /&gt;oh, I love you &lt;br /&gt;hey little girl &lt;br /&gt;look what you do, and you do &lt;br /&gt;when all my love starts running thin &lt;br /&gt;I got you my own Cailin &lt;br /&gt;hey little girl, I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright &lt;br /&gt;but I need you close &lt;br /&gt;please stay tonight &lt;br /&gt;as long as you're here &lt;br /&gt;just stay near &lt;br /&gt;we'll be alright, yeah alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, will be off to study now... will update later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106447367902108804?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106447367902108804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106447367902108804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106447367902108804' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106438605168888864</id><published>2003-09-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:47:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from school, got a very bad headache. sigh. havin a bit of problems lately. sigh. need to resolve them. sigh. miss the girl. sigh. ok. sigh. sigh. sigh. why is it that i cant choose the people to like? there are bound to be probs always no matter what the fucking situation is. why must people object to who i like? who's liking them? you or me? that i wanna ask. why do i have to make up bull shit to appease people? and hide how i truly feel? gee im confused. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106438605168888864?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106438605168888864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106438605168888864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106438605168888864' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106435634565288727</id><published>2003-09-24T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:43:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waha. have gotten ma new glasses yesterday, wheee. yesterday ma head was filled wit alot of questions left ananswered. shucks. dont know who or what to believe anymore. well, today is da moment of truth. will tell you guys what i mean later on. sheeesh. its gonna be a long day. feel like im gonna crumple up in a fuckin heap soon. what does it mean when you tell someone somethnig and you tell the rest of the world something else? does it all make sense or not? like what the hell do you want? make up your goddamned mind for christssake. gee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times i sit and wonder&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;and i also wonder&lt;br /&gt;if we're truly meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem so cool at times&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand&lt;br /&gt;when you say something now&lt;br /&gt;its something else you meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive got me a headache&lt;br /&gt;too much on my brain&lt;br /&gt;mere mortals cant understand you&lt;br /&gt;and you cant be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106435634565288727?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106435634565288727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106435634565288727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435634565288727' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106412979623290542</id><published>2003-09-21T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T15:36:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gday people. haha glad to nkow that many people enjoyed me party. haha, thought it was gonna turn into my worse nightmare because was afraid that people would be bored outta their skullz. haha. next year im gonna have a pinky party. then more people will come. hahaha, and i'll be extra in black. again. hehehehehe. oh wells, i just studied my history and my vision is a little screwy now. haha. am gonna get glasses later on. sheeesh. lemme update you on what i got for ma birthday. hehe... i got a 8 bottles of beer in a corona bucket. cool. and a box of myoplex protein powder. yay! whoopee... and a lovely bum equip shirt courtesy of difficult opening of presents by letta and denise. hehehe... and of course a bott of escada's sentiment. and ice cream. wahahahahahahhahahaahhahhaha, and i got shoes an dclothes from da folks. wahahahhahahahahahahahahah. ok, hahahaahahahah, shall stop laughnig now.i think all that hostory has gotten me bonkers. sheeeesh. okok, shall not say more now... will update tomorrow or something. haha take care peeps... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106412979623290542?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106412979623290542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106412979623290542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412979623290542' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106386969842239870</id><published>2003-09-18T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T15:21:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha tomorrow's muh birthday! yay. haha ok, well am just havin a lil gathering wit a few friends. yuppidoo... oh an its a theme party this year! black black black! and shades of grey. haha. oh well, an important notice to tessa!!! MUST COME TO MUH FUCKIN PARTY FOR FUCKS SAKE. haha, ok... tonight theres the lame ass bachelor show on im turning on the telly not for the bloody bloke but for the hopeless girls that wanna date im'. some of them are quite good looking actually... hah.  ok... thats all for now then. catcha later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106386969842239870?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106386969842239870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106386969842239870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386969842239870' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106378466815605472</id><published>2003-09-17T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T15:44:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahey. long time no updatey. okokok.. lets see what interesting phenomenons happened to me today. er. er. i had math remedial with my a math teacher!!! hawhaw... oh well, lets just say that my life is pathetically boring and there wont be a day when something interesting actually happens to me. there is no life, love and whatnot. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fo sheezy. life is sad alright. bahs, got tuition later on which menas i'll only get to go online a little later on in the night. god bless my prophetic soul.then maybe i'll not come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, havent done my math homework, gotta go do later before tuition starts. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;dum dee dum.... i think i needa sleeping pill. not been getting enuff sleep lately. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh er one slightly cool thing happened to me yesterday. i bought small RAW CARROTS!!!! aint that swell? come on. tell me it is. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, alright guess i gotta run off now... tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106378466815605472?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106378466815605472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106378466815605472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106378466815605472' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106353066406727477</id><published>2003-09-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T17:11:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, i didnt know i had the same blog design as kel. shicks, sorry dude, didnt know. hahaha, but then again, great minds think alike eh? haahaha... oh well, anyway ididnt do to the gym today but i gotta help my daddy put up durian nets so durians dont fall on our heads when they drop, sheesh, i dont wanna go out to the backyard anymore, its a warfield out there. sigh. alright, i gotta go do home work later on, so i'll post tomorrow or something... peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106353066406727477?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106353066406727477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106353066406727477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106353066406727477' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106342746293235116</id><published>2003-09-13T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T12:31:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from the gym and am very pleased with myself. i upgraded to 90 pounds of weight. YAY. hahahaa, and now i can do 10 pull ups at one go. double yay. hahaha... and some cool guy at the gym taught me how to train up my triceps. swell fella, looks like a mini of arnold S. alright, later i gotta go stdy and perhaps train some more with my own weights.... its gonna be a long boring afternoon. sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106342746293235116?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106342746293235116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106342746293235116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342746293235116' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106337726813941838</id><published>2003-09-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T22:34:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my good god. ok. am back from wating telly. so tired. today has been a long day. and im moaning beacuse i didnt get to go gym and was wasting my prescious time trying to configure this stupid thing. argh. ok, well, nothing much to say, at least got it configured a little. haha, its a little messy tho, but hey, i learn as i go along. sigh. alright, nothing better to say now, so i shall just leave in silence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106337726813941838?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106337726813941838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106337726813941838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337726813941838' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106335616407001426</id><published>2003-09-12T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:42:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. am so gawddamned frustrated. stupid blog argh. - rips hair out. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106335616407001426?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335616407001426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335616407001426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335616407001426' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106335502884599590</id><published>2003-09-12T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:23:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what, u are damn rubbish! haha. change here change there. nvm. i can post rubbish! heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-other nette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106335502884599590?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335502884599590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335502884599590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335502884599590' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106335419853781305</id><published>2003-09-12T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:09:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the other nette invaded this nette's blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106335419853781305?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335419853781305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335419853781305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335419853781305' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106335417577561188</id><published>2003-09-12T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:09:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah. ok, am tired. dammit. phew. gonna try and add a tagboard now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106335417577561188?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335417577561188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335417577561188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335417577561188' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801031.post-106335416586450793</id><published>2003-09-12T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:09:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. this is an attempt at creating a new blog apart from my easyjournal one. wow. ok. i dont know how to use this. am such a gawddamned failure. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5801031-106335416586450793?l=dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335416586450793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801031/posts/default/106335416586450793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinglittledoodies.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335416586450793' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274237641848241291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
