<?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-21982475</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:38:46.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dAnCe bY piNk bAlLet shOes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5370905400503433938</id><published>2007-12-16T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:43:38.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i were someone....&lt;br /&gt;this is how my post would look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i feel soooo satisfied with myself this hols!&lt;br /&gt;i finished my homeworks before dec and brounght myself to do some revision.&lt;br /&gt;so hardworking right.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... that guy was soooo cute. omg!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"... yea. ok. i wrote it to emphasize the fusion of irritation yet satisfying experience while reading this kind of post. like soo... just f*** off lah... OF COURSE WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN WAS NOT TRUE. HOMEWORKS UNTOUNCHED STILL! like duh... if not i won't be so fan lah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5370905400503433938?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5370905400503433938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5370905400503433938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5370905400503433938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5370905400503433938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-were-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-1027964744948228498</id><published>2007-12-01T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:51:06.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R1GBm6o2DgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ssJvW7Ye-e8/s1600-R/hong+kong+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031155382029826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R1GBm6o2DgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CKnsQrCwQ4w/s320/hong+kong+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. those were the times. can u spot me?&lt;br /&gt;so fat and short lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;ya. this was taken in HK concert hall when i was in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;haha. choir. oh my. i totally can't sing at all now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. went out to orchard road today.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this girl who kept saying " pink pj!!"&lt;br /&gt;she was shouting can... on purpose on lor...&lt;br /&gt;i know that dress look a bit like pj lah but at least i'm satisfied with my look!!&lt;br /&gt;at least i dare to wear pj out!!! i dare the ****ing girl!!&lt;br /&gt;then i also saw somebody wearing the same "pj" as me.&lt;br /&gt;so uncommon still have people have... wa lau....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-1027964744948228498?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1027964744948228498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=1027964744948228498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1027964744948228498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1027964744948228498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R1GBm6o2DgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CKnsQrCwQ4w/s72-c/hong+kong+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6454702287011697921</id><published>2007-11-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:41:36.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R0w4kMDPIFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tGAwCGR0--Q/s1600-h/2007_11_27+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137543469284139090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R0w4kMDPIFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tGAwCGR0--Q/s320/2007_11_27+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R0w4ksDPIGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KmpMOLSy3CU/s1600-h/2007_11_27+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is qi ying!!!! we were at the esplanade today. haha. gonna miss all the times with her lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine... we had MANY unsuccessful pictures. this was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. talking about that. i think athena still have the open house pics. (hello!! i hope you'll stumble across this post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we celebrated shi hao's birthday ystd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137544968227725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R0w57cDPIHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nD2-lzY1Jec/s320/Copy+of+2007_07_21+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is the birthday boy. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well. things didn't go as well as i wanted it to be but it was good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had dinner at waraku and ENCHANCTED after that! it was nice! (i've beem dreaming of a~) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. well that's it for now. see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6454702287011697921?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6454702287011697921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6454702287011697921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6454702287011697921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6454702287011697921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-qi-ying-we-were-at-esplanade.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/R0w4kMDPIFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tGAwCGR0--Q/s72-c/2007_11_27+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-2812617742497694938</id><published>2007-11-24T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:24:27.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo peeps. back for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a crabby dinner!! love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. been busy with dance lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished open house now preparing for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time doing chinese dance lah!!!! (can u imagine??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a complian lor. i wna try other dance forms other then hip hop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt that i have many wishes i would like to fulfill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-learning ballet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being more energetic for hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being able to do stable AND GRACEFUL AND MULTIPLE turns (dunno how to spell the names) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll be it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been doing nothing except for dance, tv, slping, eating and outings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuan le lah. dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bitchy lunches with some of the danccers after dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx. we are more or less the same. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0!! had shopping too with them too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. it was decided only after dance that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a pair of shorts. choo yan got pairS of shorts. lolx. abi got her flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;haha. this is da life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-2812617742497694938?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2812617742497694938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=2812617742497694938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2812617742497694938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2812617742497694938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-2236611425987906268</id><published>2007-11-16T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:05:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well. im tired after dancing and dancing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;haha. dun get me wrong. im not sick of it. just physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;eh. what to you expect lah. max energy, expression and of course never forgetting zaki's (our cherographer) prescence. so stressful!!&lt;br /&gt;KO after i reached home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAJC OPEN HOUSE 17 NOV!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. we're performing hip hop. 1130 and 1330.&lt;br /&gt;for those who missed rapture and teachers day.&lt;br /&gt;should try coming. haha.&lt;br /&gt;(can u imagine?! i've danced that dance since april!!!)&lt;br /&gt;getting all robotic abt it. but oh well. i will get into the mood.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!! GO DANCE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-2236611425987906268?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2236611425987906268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=2236611425987906268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2236611425987906268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2236611425987906268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-8364967311047921858</id><published>2007-11-05T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:22:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my halloween week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea to lookk for new furnitures!&lt;br /&gt;went for hip hop lessons with boyfriend (dun worry u're not the lousy-est).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;went through last lap of dreadful OP.&lt;br /&gt;went vivo with yawen to get her sweets.&lt;br /&gt;went out with shi hao and si ying for KUISHINBO!!&lt;br /&gt;initially it was supposed to be the movies after that.&lt;br /&gt;but we went to had mahjong! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday:&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much. doubt there's anything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday:&lt;br /&gt;went to sit in dear and his friend's salsa lesson.&lt;br /&gt;err. ok lah. not as fun as i thought. probably it was because the majority are middle-aged people.&lt;br /&gt;( i was dozing off halfway through the lesson lah!)&lt;br /&gt;initially we were supposed to go si ying's halloween event at SIM.&lt;br /&gt;but there was a chnage of plan.&lt;br /&gt;ended up with mahjong again. dotz.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! shi hao's friend kinda look like someone from wu yue tian. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday:&lt;br /&gt;my bro's birthday. yea. good food for dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday:&lt;br /&gt;tidied my files. but still messy. sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-8364967311047921858?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8364967311047921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=8364967311047921858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8364967311047921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8364967311047921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-halloween-week-last-tuesday-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-1926752372356755673</id><published>2007-10-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:23:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RycKYFi3A0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RArNXUnguDQ/s1600-h/Image(365).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127078109706126146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RycKYFi3A0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RArNXUnguDQ/s320/Image(365).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG! i dug this up from his com just now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh! i think this is the nicest pic from last year with me having this hairstyle lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO TOOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-1926752372356755673?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1926752372356755673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=1926752372356755673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1926752372356755673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1926752372356755673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-i-dug-this-up-from-his-com-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RycKYFi3A0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RArNXUnguDQ/s72-c/Image(365).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6627563563080445485</id><published>2007-10-30T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:09:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ryb_f1i3AzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/z2LyKzQak_k/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127066148222206770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ryb_f1i3AzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/z2LyKzQak_k/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and my short hair!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;surprised?! can't believe it right... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i assure u that this was NOT taken years ago okie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now at dear's place doing facial! (dun anyhow think okie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OP tomorrow! yea! PW will be done soon! no more granny godfrey. (haha. no offence man.) anyway. i appologise for my dinosaur behaviour in this time period. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okie. gotta go for dance lesson later. going to conserve energy now. still have to prepare OP script. sigh. anyway. HAPPR HALLOWEEN EVE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6627563563080445485?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6627563563080445485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6627563563080445485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6627563563080445485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6627563563080445485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-and-my-short-hair-surprised-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ryb_f1i3AzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/z2LyKzQak_k/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6705515630669475450</id><published>2007-10-29T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:51:22.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. was looking through some old pics. dug up this one. i didn't even know i had this lah! anyway. i think this was taken when i was studying for my promos. it was past 12 midnight!!! and i was at changi airport mugging my eyes, brian, heart out!!! so unbelievable. that was why i was rather upset about my results despite the efforts put in. sigh. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126785759872221986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyYAfFi3AyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/71XPM-ifAbA/s320/Copy+of+random+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! i look so haggard lah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6705515630669475450?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6705515630669475450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6705515630669475450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6705515630669475450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6705515630669475450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyYAfFi3AyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/71XPM-ifAbA/s72-c/Copy+of+random+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5896373166399298992</id><published>2007-10-27T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:32:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea. it was the last official school day yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. waited damn long to be outta school.&lt;br /&gt;well. not really though. haha. dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. had anderson's yesterday with dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite chocolate fondue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125883670711173858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyLMCli3AuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BNm7ui9IktU/s320/2007_10_26+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. it was meant for two. but i finished most of it. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125883687891043058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyLMDli3AvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/A6vWAQNHCMc/s320/2007_10_26+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. then we were walking around when i asked him to pose with the wall.  see the similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125883700775944962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyLMEVi3AwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FTzbfo68oew/s320/2007_10_26+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought two tees for $20!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125883722250781458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyLMFli3AxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/syL-17Mmu1w/s320/2007_10_26+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5896373166399298992?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5896373166399298992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5896373166399298992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5896373166399298992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5896373166399298992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RyLMCli3AuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BNm7ui9IktU/s72-c/2007_10_26+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-533229302301999559</id><published>2007-10-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:43:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonsense, non-sense, non-sense-sical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that im not good enough. no where near tthere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i wish to close my door. it's u guys which made me do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-533229302301999559?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/533229302301999559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=533229302301999559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/533229302301999559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/533229302301999559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-3421788320032123720</id><published>2007-10-19T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:57:59.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW PW PW.... SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i believe everyone's going through the same torture. hang in there! 2 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. got back my results. i CAN get promoted. well. it wasn't very good. so... sigh. one more freaking year in JC. it's making lose faith in 'i got ur back' can... shit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up nwith qi ying on tues. kinda missed the sec sch life. i should have went somehwere that's more suited for me! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it's going to be a hectic weekend. OP, dance, galfrens. haha. pucs will be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU! haha. shh. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-3421788320032123720?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3421788320032123720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=3421788320032123720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3421788320032123720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3421788320032123720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/pw-pw-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-4195591732315574921</id><published>2007-10-10T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:19:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... k... life's kinda boring and slow these few days.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;kns lah. this is life man.&lt;br /&gt;tried skating with a board on sunday. (lolx. skateboard?)&lt;br /&gt;i manage to move on it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was PW day today.&lt;br /&gt;ee. lets get it over and done with it lah.&lt;br /&gt;it's a torture in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back our promos result soon.&lt;br /&gt;damn it lah. got a bad feeling about it.&lt;br /&gt;but well. im open to the option of poly. (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;but... ok. dun say first. i'll reveal the part where im reluctant to go poly after the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to renovate my room!&lt;br /&gt;yay. finally.&lt;br /&gt;no more living with insects that crawl through the stupid hole in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;i found out, it's no use complaining all the time.&lt;br /&gt;keeping quiet is always the best tool.&lt;br /&gt;but why why why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun make me turn into what i dun want to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-4195591732315574921?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4195591732315574921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=4195591732315574921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4195591732315574921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4195591732315574921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-4671974188298151518</id><published>2007-10-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:49:02.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to sentosa today hoping to get a nice tan. well. it looks like i dun look any different. boo hoo. fun nevertheless. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118264267168906306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rwe6O7ctfEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vx5W3QyjLHk/s320/Copy+of+2007_10_06+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i did wear the new bikini i bought yesterday! well. if ure fated to see it u will. haha. i scared dear dun like too! so qian zhou lah this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118264271463873618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rwe6PLctfFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xw0JmbhvUSU/s320/Copy+of+2007_10_06+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got hungry. went to eat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118264275758840930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rwe6PbctfGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_nzwAQfvROE/s320/Copy+of+2007_10_06+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good question. smiling? eating? lolx. i guess this will be what u get when u mix the both up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118264280053808242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rwe6PrctfHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/81qDxHd_COI/s320/2007_10_06+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. this was when we're waiting in the car for my familiy to pick me up to go to the night safari. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. basically. i had no pics for the night safari as it was dark. and i just discovered im really a little night-blind. lolx. anyway. i want to glorify this ****ing person (ben and jerry's, spore night safari, wearing purple gay polo, at 2230 hours) who took my table's chair happily WITHOUT asking. and when my dad was shifting the chairs from another table, his ****ing chair was blocking. so my dad HELPED him move his chair and his was scaring at my dad with that ****ing face. what the **** lah. my mum was also staring at their table already. want to fight is it. scared u meh. bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that i have no qualms spitting vulgarities anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-4671974188298151518?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4671974188298151518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=4671974188298151518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4671974188298151518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4671974188298151518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-to-sentosa-today-hoping-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rwe6O7ctfEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vx5W3QyjLHk/s72-c/Copy+of+2007_10_06+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-197712604909297922</id><published>2007-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:32:59.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marked the last day of the promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fate is sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think im going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out with dear and my girlfrens after the last paper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had kuishinbo for lunch. yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255939227319282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RweyqLcte_I/AAAAAAAAANg/al199L0ZGYI/s320/100_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha. well. how good can u look when ure indulging in food?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to toy-r-us after that. had a little photo-taking session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks to our photographer (dear) so that all of us could be in. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255943522286594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RweyqbctfAI/AAAAAAAAANo/wo5o-nfqnkE/s320/100_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;michelle!! where are you?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255952112221202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rweyq7ctfBI/AAAAAAAAANw/1zf6ecFRDYs/s320/100_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;guess who was the one in the mask! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255956407188514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RweyrLctfCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t2Xu-6bw4cE/s320/100_2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok. i didn't know we were supposed to act.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to far east for some shopping after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bought dear a new outfit. me bought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255960702155826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RweyrbctfDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Iqou_f0CUgA/s320/100_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice right.... he's already taken if any u gals out there fall in love instantly here! =p. haha. ok lah. jokking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok!! will be back tmr! cya people. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-197712604909297922?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/197712604909297922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=197712604909297922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/197712604909297922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/197712604909297922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-marked-last-day-of-promos.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RweyqLcte_I/AAAAAAAAANg/al199L0ZGYI/s72-c/100_2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-2337464307475882987</id><published>2007-09-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:15:25.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;totally blanked during chinese paper today.&lt;br /&gt;screwed GP yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was slacking the past few days with johannes AKA dear.&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to introduce it that way.&lt;br /&gt;pics will be uploaded next time ya. =]&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;gna end off with "love being sadistic".&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-2337464307475882987?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2337464307475882987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=2337464307475882987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2337464307475882987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2337464307475882987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-3248880912316109913</id><published>2007-09-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:11:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. shall return to blogging. after weeks of complete confusion. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to drag myself outta bed these two mornings of the weekends. haha. (other than the exception of friday when i jumped out of bed to finish PW despite not going to sch). =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had GP lesson yesterday morning. well. it was freakingly cold. and i think im gonna fail GP. sigh. went to janet's house to finish up our GP project. haha. then came the highlight of the day-trip to the zoo!!! it was actually an attempt to shake the fear off my little bro. ya. he's scared of the zoo until yesterday. had Kuishino for dinner after that. haha. im happily full and tired. =]. so there's another day gone. Slack slack slack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110804224690525282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ru05XTk-lGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VFqDMY39InM/s320/2007_09_15+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yup. these are my two brothers. oh ya. im the photographer for the day!! (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110804233280459890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ru05Xzk-lHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KFvUA3Njyoc/s320/2007_09_15+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lame. he wanted to pose for it. oh well. i dun see the similarities between us. haha. =p.&lt;/p&gt;went to study today. haha. I FINALLY FOUND A WAY FOR ME TO STUDY EFFICIENTLY!!! kept changing my study area lah. went to suntec. moved from macs to the esplanade bay to esplanade rooftop to esplanade library to esplanade lobby. gotta say i've covered what i set out to cover for today lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. the pics for today will be uploaded next time. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ps: dear. good night. see u soon!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-3248880912316109913?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3248880912316109913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=3248880912316109913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3248880912316109913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3248880912316109913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Ru05XTk-lGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VFqDMY39InM/s72-c/2007_09_15+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-592160527204726027</id><published>2007-08-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:57:32.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xSNJg5QI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Rx5m84J-ty4/s1600-h/2007_08_10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097284542090241282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xSNJg5QI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Rx5m84J-ty4/s320/2007_08_10+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xS9Jg5RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BZCkqgGf12s/s1600-h/2007_08_10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097284554975143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xS9Jg5RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BZCkqgGf12s/s320/2007_08_10+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xT9Jg5SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mAxjlceeXBs/s1600-h/Copy+of+2007_08_10+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097284572155012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xT9Jg5SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mAxjlceeXBs/s320/Copy+of+2007_08_10+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to vivo with dear ystd. caught rush hour 3!! damn funny lah. haha. and the queue was very very long. not to mention that we were very hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lunch at kim gary's after buying the tickets. nice nice but i can't finish my portion. lolx. dear came to the rescue lah. hmm. the outing was enjoyable. haha. or rather like what he will say, he managed to keep my temper down. haha. see. i am a happy person if i dress nice and everyhting goes smoothly. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20070808&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with lilin, delia, gene, qiyang and lifu. watched flashpoint. kept laughing with lilin cuz it was like so unreal. lolx. the formation delia and i thought of failed. went for pw after that. surprisingly, it was rather fun. and abel was serious.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20070809&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy bdae singapore! had chalet. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20070810( ystd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday gene! didn't make it to the celebration with them. haha. went to the chalet again. but this time dear didn't go, he had tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. somethings are meant to be are meant to be. sigh. im breaking off. i so super love janet. she's a wise person and a VERY VERY VERY good friend. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-592160527204726027?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/592160527204726027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=592160527204726027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/592160527204726027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/592160527204726027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-to-vivo-with-dear-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rr0xSNJg5QI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Rx5m84J-ty4/s72-c/2007_08_10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-3949716430568209568</id><published>2007-08-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:20:14.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RrXor9Jg5OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6OmpSkqrKFY/s1600-h/2007_08_04+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095234395286070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RrXor9Jg5OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6OmpSkqrKFY/s320/2007_08_04+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RrXosdJg5PI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ccx-GUemd5Y/s1600-h/2007_08_04+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095234403876005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RrXosdJg5PI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ccx-GUemd5Y/s320/2007_08_04+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. went to dear's house to finish the freaking piles of tutorials yesterday. haha. in the end, i didn't manage to do much. not because we were distracted. but because i only reached his house around 430 noon. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is him stressing over his student's work. haha. and non-stop talking to himself while marking them. and that's his com. with me as his wallpaper!! sweet right. haha. (notice the difference between the me two years ago and now.. sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stayed till 11pm. made our way to amk hub to catch Disturia at 1130. haha. were late. but it's ok. okay.. i was laughing very hard when i tried waking him up. the conversion is along the lines as below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: wake up. it's 11 alrdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: hm? i do alrdy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: huh? wake up wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: i alrdy put it inside alrdy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me (trying hard not to laugh): put what thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: the figures... the ratio is 3 is to 5...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lolx!!! i tried waking him up at 1045pm. and he was talking about a floating bed!! haha!!! how not to laugh?? =p. well. maybe he's done too much marking. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. disturbia's quite a nice film. worth catching it. and the cheese of nachos at amk hub rocks!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-3949716430568209568?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3949716430568209568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=3949716430568209568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3949716430568209568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3949716430568209568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RrXor9Jg5OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6OmpSkqrKFY/s72-c/2007_08_04+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5810197659112856235</id><published>2007-07-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:24:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rq9hO9Jg5NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cmdfdfSweD4/s1600-h/2007_07_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093396613139850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rq9hO9Jg5NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cmdfdfSweD4/s320/2007_07_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. skipped school today. was late and sick. so why not. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out for a movie in the evening. Alone. haha. good question. why do we pay to get frightened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. took this pic when we were out. see. that is what will happen to me without exercise(pe and dance) for a week! fat, fat and fat. not to mention haggard looking. well. go to neighbourhood shopping centre only. dun need to wear so nice what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5810197659112856235?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5810197659112856235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5810197659112856235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5810197659112856235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5810197659112856235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rq9hO9Jg5NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cmdfdfSweD4/s72-c/2007_07_31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-3897968467269212015</id><published>2007-07-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:44:14.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another shitified day for me. endless tutorials and naggings. screwed up physics once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the learning festival that we had like last week? i went for the pop guitar basics mah. did i tell any of u? there was this super cute guy. oh manx. haha. and guess what. his name is darren too!!! totally mesmerised me with his playing of the guitar on the last day. lolx. which kinda reminds me about darren (super lame de) with his basketball. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this darren that i just know. ya. during the course he helped with me with the guitar lah. but not the majority of the time lah. maybe one or two minutes? lolx. and i thought that was it. BUT!!! HE SMILED AT ME TODAY!!! i was climbing up the stairs and him in the opp direction. that i was wondering why that person so familiar looking. then came the smile. lolx. so cute lah. so unexpected. made me go crazy like for a few minutes. haha. never had this kind of feeling in the many lightyears that have passed lah. should be since last year case with the only bballer i like in school. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-3897968467269212015?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3897968467269212015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=3897968467269212015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3897968467269212015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3897968467269212015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-shitified-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5909763736083089964</id><published>2007-07-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:26:30.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah. today was so embarrasing can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think my class knew about the 'collision' i had with mr ji wen today lah. i seriously did not recall what happened during the process. all i felt was i was hit, the next thing i knew i was holding on to his arm. then the whole class started laughing. eh... i pai seh enough already lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nvm lah. janet and cheryl were in their own conversation leh. lolx. then i though cheryl was asking janet if she was tallest in the faculty. so i confidently say yes for janet mah. then i added got one more girl taller than her in arts fac. janet second tallest gal in sch. all this while, they kept quiet. somemore i still say ' correct what'. then they started laughing. becuz cheryl asked janet if she was tallest in her family. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with mich to vivo. haha. surprised her earlier with the secret admirer thing. lolx. she fell for it. haha. yup. she got her shorts. went to topman. got some things and a watch!! haha. then waited for johannes to watch movie, vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the stupid person didn't believe i was alrdy 16, so we did not buy the tiks. went home to pick up my ez-link to find it missing, so brought my IC instead. went to causeway to watch. in the end, popcorn not nice show not nice, so anti-climax. haha. oh ya!! i've got a new water bottle and comb!! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5909763736083089964?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5909763736083089964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5909763736083089964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5909763736083089964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5909763736083089964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-540828996205327623</id><published>2007-07-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:58:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>learning fest ended today. haha. ok lah. slacked throughout the week despite the phy test and H1 common test next week. welll... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for nail art, motivational power at the movies and pop gutar basics. i'll upload pics next time. esp lilin's nails!!! i did it for her! haha. janet was so 'zai' at the volleyball clinic lah. lox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know what. i just found out last night. darren's quite a shopaholic. =p. lolx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-540828996205327623?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/540828996205327623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=540828996205327623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/540828996205327623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/540828996205327623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/learning-fest-ended-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7087650384992027394</id><published>2007-07-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:42:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCoNJg5II/AAAAAAAAALY/-ozXabKEK9s/s1600-h/2007_07_21+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091111162257400962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCoNJg5II/AAAAAAAAALY/-ozXabKEK9s/s320/2007_07_21+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCotJg5JI/AAAAAAAAALg/4esFfyUkMrs/s1600-h/2007_07_21+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091111170847335570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCotJg5JI/AAAAAAAAALg/4esFfyUkMrs/s320/2007_07_21+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCo9Jg5KI/AAAAAAAAALo/jb45avYI8ww/s1600-h/2007_07_21+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091111175142302882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCo9Jg5KI/AAAAAAAAALo/jb45avYI8ww/s320/2007_07_21+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCpNJg5LI/AAAAAAAAALw/CDCazpRYBTs/s1600-h/2007_07_21+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091111179437270194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCpNJg5LI/AAAAAAAAALw/CDCazpRYBTs/s320/2007_07_21+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCpdJg5MI/AAAAAAAAAL4/89003DG4C6A/s1600-h/2007_07_21+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091111183732237506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCpdJg5MI/AAAAAAAAAL4/89003DG4C6A/s320/2007_07_21+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. this was some of the pictures backstage. after the noon show, before and after the night show. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keisha and VK ( 5th and 1st photo), hip hop cherographers! one word. cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. clare was also part of Rapture. so cool right.. haha. missed having dance practices with her. but that photo i not very nice. i look like i have cock-eye lah. so bald somemore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea. then met up with dear, shi hao and si ying after that to watch movie. but the both of them can't make it last minute. so left me and dear to watch harry potter, which i slept during throughout most of the show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya!!! i almost forgot!!! thank you thank you thank you MICH!!! for your SHOE!!! haha. and the layers of padding. sorry the shoe wasn't in a perfect condition after the concert. but im bringing it for repair!!! hmm. if the person didn't do a gd job, come back to me, took a bloody long time to find someone who would actually do repair. so dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7087650384992027394?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7087650384992027394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7087650384992027394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7087650384992027394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7087650384992027394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RqdCoNJg5II/AAAAAAAAALY/-ozXabKEK9s/s72-c/2007_07_21+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-2135726060455623194</id><published>2007-07-25T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:25:49.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8VdJg5DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/imJTVQSQAuY/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091104243065087026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8VdJg5DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/imJTVQSQAuY/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8V9Jg5EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WXTvF_yEN2U/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091104251655021634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8V9Jg5EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WXTvF_yEN2U/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8WdJg5FI/AAAAAAAAALA/rdePjjur7lA/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091104260244956242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8WdJg5FI/AAAAAAAAALA/rdePjjur7lA/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8WtJg5GI/AAAAAAAAALI/FJ0WSLXLMiw/s1600-h/2007_07_21+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091104264539923554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8WtJg5GI/AAAAAAAAALI/FJ0WSLXLMiw/s320/2007_07_21+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8W9Jg5HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zkk_E7v6WWQ/s1600-h/2007_07_21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091104268834890866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8W9Jg5HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zkk_E7v6WWQ/s320/2007_07_21+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAPTURE 2007!!! (the guests.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's finally here and gone. haha. months of training, sweat, blood, skin.. lolx. all because of this day. yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the opening was rushed. ALL of us weren't even prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red's item. u know. i dun have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hip hop. i did my best. though i think it wasn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. this was what happened it the afternoon show. the night one was slightly different. though most of us screwed up during the night show. haha. this is what will happen without dinner, just tea, slacking, sleeping and of course cam-whoring back-stage which i will upload later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta thank the people who came!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showed us their support. thanks people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear. thank you. pic not nice. so never upload. =p. we'll have more chances in future. no fear. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shi hao and si ying. thanks for showing ur support!! always had fun with u guys. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich, liling, joy, alvin, joel and his fren. =p. well. thank you!! . haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darren ANN and his frens. haha. thank you! i know i've said it numerously but still.. =p. hmm. reason and everything about the thanks you's have been explained. =] (this guy is actually very very very lame behind the cool look.) =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky. haha. sent u the postcard! lolx. i still dunno how to spell ur name. thanks for the pink flowers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gene and his fren. sorry! din have time to meet u after the concert. haha. explained and said everything in the postcard too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-2135726060455623194?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2135726060455623194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=2135726060455623194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2135726060455623194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2135726060455623194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/rapture-2007-guests.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc8VdJg5DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/imJTVQSQAuY/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6546591453063597227</id><published>2007-07-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:59:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5o9Jg5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fRfSGTjz3ok/s1600-h/2007_07_03+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091101279537652738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5o9Jg5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fRfSGTjz3ok/s320/2007_07_03+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5pdJg5BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/S9F3qTHe4Bw/s1600-h/2007_07_03+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091101288127587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5pdJg5BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/S9F3qTHe4Bw/s320/2007_07_03+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5ptJg5CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Op6roYUUOOk/s1600-h/2007_07_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091101292422554658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5ptJg5CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Op6roYUUOOk/s320/2007_07_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i know this post is kinda late. writing it on the 25th of july while the actual day was the 3rd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember. this was the day when we were about to get back our results. (which eventually we did not). i think all of us were like under so much stress and depression that we actually went crazy. haha. playing hide-and-seek in the CC, talking funny posts, being dancers (for the case of delia and janet and lilin), and me the cherographer. lolx. the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have cafe cartel for lunch later in the day. no nice pics. haha. so i didin't post any. =p. i still remember we saw melvin su that day, after countless attempts to find out if we were there or not. and guess what, it was janet who spotted him. lolx. so farni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6546591453063597227?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6546591453063597227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6546591453063597227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6546591453063597227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6546591453063597227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-this-post-is-kinda-late.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rqc5o9Jg5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fRfSGTjz3ok/s72-c/2007_07_03+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-9045164569568305034</id><published>2007-06-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:35:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Roc89vZOXUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2prx1hEDGdA/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082097735902846274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Roc89vZOXUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2prx1hEDGdA/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Roc89vZOXVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/deMbwx0rg5M/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082097735902846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Roc89vZOXVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/deMbwx0rg5M/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the common tests are finally over... and ya... im damn screwed! had tom yam at Hougang Mall on fri with chen and mich. haha. the magic of tom yam never fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was dance practice ystd. sigh. how i miss the days of enjoying dance practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya! it was the DSA auditions for dance ystd. some of the gals really looked bitchy. lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh sigh. miss the heart-flustering, face blushing, butterfiles-in-the-stomach moments. how nice was it to have an eyecandy in school. haha. i realy dun mind posting abt him in all posts! lolx. sry peeps. this is what a eyecandy-deprived person will be like. maybe i'll start telling the story in my next post. =p. (then im so going to get scolded.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-9045164569568305034?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9045164569568305034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=9045164569568305034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/9045164569568305034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/9045164569568305034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/common-tests-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Roc89vZOXUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2prx1hEDGdA/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5880521071217417067</id><published>2007-06-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:13:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been slacking for three days. no work no revision. nothing. all i've been doing was... playing my new gadget the PSP. i've gotta say. it's addictive. haha. and to add to that. it's pink. yea! dynasty warriors' kinda fun. as in i wun put it down till i've finish the stages. it's addiction gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance. oh well. practice practice practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give up already lah. dead. numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learn something being in a JC. the clue to surviving it is... BE NASTY!!! SELF-CENTRED? and wadever... damn. took me 6 mths to realize. guys are not guys anymore. switch the U to an A. lolx. with no offence people. im just ranting abt times when guys actually complained abt moving bags and everything. WE GALS SHIFTED THE DAMN TABLES AND CHAIRS. guys arh... buck up can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5880521071217417067?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5880521071217417067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5880521071217417067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5880521071217417067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5880521071217417067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-slacking-for-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-4915606147090728334</id><published>2007-05-04T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:07:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally it's friday again.&lt;br /&gt;had a freaking emo week once more.&lt;br /&gt;dance practice ended around fivel. not complaining. just not enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dun like dancing. it;s just that the people there are fantastic. make u feel super worthless.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't bitch about them just yet. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel that my world is crushing down.&lt;br /&gt;i suck in studies, sports, dance, look. what more?&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind being a bimbo to make up all that loss. but plz. i can't even make the mark.&lt;br /&gt;going to school with a dreadful feeling everyday is not what i expect after the Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder. would my life be so much better in a poly?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go there since sec 3. did my Os with the aim of doing well that's all.&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT a form of degradation.&lt;br /&gt;why wouldn't my parents understand? im NOT cut out for JC.&lt;br /&gt;do they know i struggled a lot with school, having depression for almost everyday now?&lt;br /&gt;and this did not start in JC but since sec 3?&lt;br /&gt;apparently. they don't. period. and assume everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;they're Not in spore for half the year.&lt;br /&gt;i know they have to work for our good.&lt;br /&gt;in that case. i know myself best. i know how to do well under the right conditions.&lt;br /&gt;i understand they want me to make it to U. but seeing the cut off for the courses.&lt;br /&gt;beyond my reach. definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-4915606147090728334?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4915606147090728334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=4915606147090728334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4915606147090728334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4915606147090728334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-its-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6937332630406256363</id><published>2007-05-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:08:00.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;hate being me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;hate going to school pretending that im alright when im not.&lt;br /&gt;hate being happy when im not.&lt;br /&gt;hate using emo as an excuse to all my problems.&lt;br /&gt;hate it when i can't take it mentally and physically anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hate going to bed in tears every night.&lt;br /&gt;love it when the lecturer walked out of the CC today. totally deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;love to drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;love to drop college.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EVERYTHING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6937332630406256363?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6937332630406256363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6937332630406256363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6937332630406256363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6937332630406256363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-8039193432866432905</id><published>2007-04-26T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:04:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. in school using the com. lolx. super sian. half an hour more to econs lecture. one and a half more hour to dance. around four hours more to meet dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super long never update. but all i can say is. school's super boring. what else can you say about school? haix. unablt to grasp topics and do tutorials. try try try also no use so try for what. waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have pe. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to dye my hair and wear coloured contacts can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood super like the weather. raining heavily. explains the drastic change in my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. i'll update about my bdae next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-8039193432866432905?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8039193432866432905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=8039193432866432905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8039193432866432905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8039193432866432905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-4361428042731673081</id><published>2007-03-14T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:58:41.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got stories to tell...&lt;br /&gt;happiness to share...&lt;br /&gt;times when i fell...&lt;br /&gt;but ure not there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-4361428042731673081?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4361428042731673081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=4361428042731673081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4361428042731673081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4361428042731673081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-stories-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-1966633483725786442</id><published>2007-03-05T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:28:42.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the late entry. haha. too many things been happening this week. too busy too moody. but here i am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im going to start with dear's concert. ARGH! jealous one word. sucks another word. but i gotta admit. dear was nice looking and super cute on that day. hope he doesn't see this just in case his head get to big. thanks to his darling(me) can. to contibuting dance steps and also to his looks. hee. to all the girls out there. i know he's cute. but sorry. he's already taken. HE"S MINE!!! =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then broke down in school last tues. haha. just can't take it lah. school. homework. discipline. dear's concert. jealously. thanks to nicole for bringing me to the gallery. knew she didn't really like to go there. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went out on last thurs to watch movie with dear. just follow law. nice show. u all should watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear took back his A level result last fri. not very good lah. thought i saw his eyes shiny. but. nevermind dear! darling also here! i'll help you shine in mine exams k? dear can make it de, he's just lazy. went out with shi hao and shi ying to kbox. quite tiring lor. sit and sing for 4 hrs. luckily there was buffet. lolx. then we played DOTA before catching our midnight movie. of cuz. me and dear lost. what do u expect?! lolx. then went to arcade to play the... err.. dunno what it's called. u know. that kind where u hit this flat round thing between 2 sides? haha. that lor. me and dear won. all 3 times. haha. then we caught our midnight movie- im a cyborg but it's ok. seriously. i almost fell asleep. haha. then we went home after tt. first to knock out. lolx. youngest there can. sorry dear for being angry at the end. darling jealous what. blea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat. he came over my house to have steamboat. haha. sun. went to air force exibition at marina square. yup. that's all for dear and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 2nd last day in school. although i always pon-ing school. actually will kinda miss some of the peeps in 07S04. haha. luckily my 'si dang' chee yae is DSA. =P. janet and nicole too!!! catch ya guys in school!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-1966633483725786442?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1966633483725786442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=1966633483725786442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1966633483725786442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/1966633483725786442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-for-late-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7045793307677493705</id><published>2007-02-21T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:41:20.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea! completed another full day of school. laoz. tomorrow until 4.30pm. how to last. getting quite irritated with this kind of life. i dun even think the teachers are taking it seriously can. the time-table is like shit. lectures are just 'photo-copying' sessions and nap time. tutorials are the times that we finish our HOMEwork. rather stay at home and do it myself lor. what the hack man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some tutors not bad lah. super like my physics tutor. hehave the patience and sincerity to teach lah. others arh. my civis tutor. even worse. does she even know which is her class during assembly. we had this ang pao dress competition thing in sch. she was supposed to be our stupid model. that later she backed out cuz our design was ugly. please lah. she very pretty meh. the ang paos look nicer i suppose. be glad we even had something decent for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. quite sad lor. had a little distraction of attention away from dear recently. no gd no gd. after thinking and reading some things. what am i thinking manx. the person and me is bu ke neng one lor. still feel that dear's THE BEST! though we had many 'talks'. went to bai nian at his house yesterday. haha. took care of me. had gastrics again. luckily he had a solution to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. to those who have seen the earring that i've been wearing since this year. it's a DRAGON! not a MERLION! lolx. more than one person have said that to me already lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7045793307677493705?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7045793307677493705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7045793307677493705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7045793307677493705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7045793307677493705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/yea-completed-another-full-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-9166986250359422789</id><published>2007-02-19T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:16:04.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from malaysia. wow. surprised at how i managed to pass 3 days there doing nothing but just DAY-DREAMING! ok lah. i went shopping on the 2nd day. but seriously. i couldn't find anything nice there. found some. but dad didn't allow. too punkster. i didn't have anything to say. then he blame me for leading my bro into it and accused me of having weird taste. -_-". lolx. made my bro so super unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a bag and a tianzhu from malaysia. tianzhu's supposed to bring me love and harmonious family relationships. lolx. dad was asking me if i wanted to get dear one. -_-". then asked mum what i wanted it for. since she asked if i wanted it or not. answer was 'why not. can love me more.' ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw i nice t-shirt for johannes. bro says it's gay. so forget it. saw another stripped polo tee for johannes. bro says it wasn't nice. ok. fine. then saw a nice wallet. but... nevermind lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lor. that's my new year. sianz. good night guys. going to get some quality sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-9166986250359422789?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9166986250359422789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=9166986250359422789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/9166986250359422789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/9166986250359422789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-just.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6994193064734815845</id><published>2007-02-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:42:07.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRpgeqdgSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RM4VRirUwLw/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031762690387575074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRpgeqdgSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RM4VRirUwLw/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy valentine's day to all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. was actually plan-less today. and i also completed one full day of school. gd job. lolx. nic went off at 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went back hihs for dance after school. things are getting complicated there. there are like 3 groups there. wow. haha. so.. everything's quite tedious lah. but it's ok everyone. JIA YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helped clare by teaching the dance routine to the sec 1s. quite serious lah. they're back for the 3rd time lah. aiyo. but now things so strict. haix. i think arh. if i were them. i'll totally flunk every audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. after dance. because of some last minute changes. went for dinner with my good pal- peng ru! haha. really got to thank him for lots of things lah. yup. we went to serangoon garden chomp chomp. ordered satay, bbq stingray and carrot cake. haha. gotta say it's nice. thanks for the recommandation! was eating half way when i saw nic and joel. strangely enough. before that i had a feeling that she'll be there. haha. then she kept on disturbing me lah. not shy one leh. haha. we ate finish before them lah. well. we started eating much earlier. haha. not bad. we managed to finish everything. lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he took me to ice3 for dessert. cool place. very cool. haha. like what he said. things there very slow-paced. very comfy. yup. ordered ice cream and chocolate fondue. talked about life. haha. the ice cream that we ordered was like in 3 different flavours lah. chocolate, banana and coffee. and i thought it all about chocolate. lolx. surprisingly. i managed to finish it. haha. thought i couldn't lah. then he totally loved his chocolate fondue. haha. managed to finish mostly by hiimself also. haha. tried some of it too. sinful. lolx. the things we ordered was meant to share de lah. who knows. "P. oh ya. nic and gang also went to the place. haha. strangely. before that i had the feeling again. nic was 'watching' us most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;received a balloon. haha. nic passed it to him and he passed it to me. haha. left there quite late. around 9.40pm like that. like the place alot lah. but can't stay le lah. afraid of dark. yup. he took the bus with me to amk. then he took the bus back to hougang and i took my train. was walking like super fast home. scary can. then outside my door. found a pink rose on my shoe. weird. no card. nothing. haha. not from my dear also. yup. so that's my vdae to you. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear: thank you for everything!!! (K)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peng ru: thank you for the dinner!!! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pink rose: thank you!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my gal frens: luv u guys!!! "P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6994193064734815845?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6994193064734815845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6994193064734815845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6994193064734815845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6994193064734815845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRpgeqdgSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RM4VRirUwLw/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-5479983550954459240</id><published>2007-02-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:40:30.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfnuqdgPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qCgn9CJ7wr8/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031751819825348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfnuqdgPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qCgn9CJ7wr8/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfoOqdgQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kViq6nxr1gI/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031751828415283458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfoOqdgQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kViq6nxr1gI/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfoeqdgRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pRcYXA0es0U/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031751832710250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfoeqdgRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pRcYXA0es0U/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today's the eve of valentine's day. haha. dear and me decided to go celebrate today to avoid the crowds tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually the plan was to go vivo lah. or else is suntec for jap buffet. but becuz he lost his atm and had to top up his cashcard. so we had limited budget. he suggested dinner at his place which i din really go with it. then he mention parkway which i thought had nothing. then he give in to me again. haha. thank you dear. went to suntec lor. but we can't find the carpark. so we ended up in marina square. "P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. then my jap buffet became a jap fast food. yoshinoya. haha. weird. but dear not bad lah. he bought the valentine dinner set. haha. looks yummy bah. i tell u. the ice cream strawberry. erhm. i really dun like it. too cold!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to walk after eating. haha. was looking for what i wanted. but i want so many things lah. so i decided to ask him to buy something that i wouldn't buy for myself. plush toy. lolx. love the banana from action city. but it's not in the store lah. so dear fetched me to J8 and also shun bian pick up his bro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup. found it. haha. totally love it. love you too dear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-5479983550954459240?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5479983550954459240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=5479983550954459240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5479983550954459240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/5479983550954459240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-eve-of-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RdRfnuqdgPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qCgn9CJ7wr8/s72-c/IMG_1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7308201288308651145</id><published>2007-02-09T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:57:47.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the day when the O level results are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with chen first at sengkang. took the train to hougang. waited for mich and nic.it was around 2. much earlier than the time we were expected to be in school which was 2.30pm lah. then nevermind lor. we kiasu. haha. but.. once we got out of the mrt station. we saw many like us. lolx. "P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to go to the hall once we reached school lah. okiex. nevermind. some things starts early. the hall was FILLED WITH PEOPLE once we were there lah. scary~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then the real thing starts. after mr anba brief us through the registration processes. mrs wong took over. went through the results of each subject. okiex. VERY NERVOUS. the more slides she went through. my heart was beating faster. couldn't take it lah. had to hold on to nic's hand. then came the slide of the top pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like OMG!!!! dunno what i was feeling lah. feeling mixed i guess. wanted to cry wanted to laugh. didn't know what to do lah. manx. MY NAME WAS ON THE SLIDE!!! was like double checking if it's real or not lah. luckily gab was also one of the top. went up to stage with him. manx. scary. head hurt real bad after that. stressed i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. the top pupils were (in order) :&lt;br /&gt;yanxin, wen jie. xiang yi, dawn, gab and me!&lt;br /&gt;they went by the number of As we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to sit. then nic said"amy! u straight As leh!". haha. okiex. din noticed that. lolx. then according to register we went to take the results. took mine. was the best result slip i've seen so far lah. then got busy calling everyone about the results. haha. the best part of the day was after the results. cuz EVERYONE OF US DID WELL YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic, mich, liling, gab all had 9 points. me and joyanne had 10 points. chen, alvin and luo er had 11 points. hooray to all of us! (ok lah. time to tell the truth. although the went by the number of As we had for the top, most of mine was A2s. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad part is i never got to meet allen. haix. kinda miss him lah.nope i have absoutely no contact of him with me. sad. really made the tuition class i had with him interesting. haha. dunno why. he was in pure chem tuition class. but who cares. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats everyone!!! cheer up qiying and elvent!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7308201288308651145?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7308201288308651145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7308201288308651145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7308201288308651145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7308201288308651145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-day-when-o-level-results-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-6202761386760943713</id><published>2007-02-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:57:47.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a skip of beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rcnb71SyufI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gNq6fEdqLhc/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028792279900535282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rcnb71SyufI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gNq6fEdqLhc/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rcnb8VSyugI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t34iZxcs_cM/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028792288490469890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rcnb8VSyugI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t34iZxcs_cM/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;skipped school today. again. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet nicole after school. went to vivo. manx. the bus ride there was like... long. imagine fianally arriving at the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to shop around. loads of SAJC peeps. it's like everywhere i go. sure see. even at the washroom. looked for dear's prezzie. giodarno there boxers dun have his size. went to topman and bought this. (see pic above). haha. yup. green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to candy empire. sweet. haha. then home lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to take some pics of myself when i reached home. haha. vain-pot. lolx. my mum helped me bought the top. lolx. luv it. thanks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-6202761386760943713?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6202761386760943713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=6202761386760943713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6202761386760943713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/6202761386760943713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/skipped-school-today.html' title='a skip of beat'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/Rcnb71SyufI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gNq6fEdqLhc/s72-c/IMG_1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7855840854377117780</id><published>2007-02-06T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:52:58.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbTFSyuaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o3CMkeEzhww/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369367355799970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbTFSyuaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o3CMkeEzhww/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbTlSyubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wh3U1tuuTVM/s1600-h/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369375945734578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbTlSyubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wh3U1tuuTVM/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbT1SyucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BrNDsCggWMY/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369380240701890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbT1SyucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BrNDsCggWMY/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbUVSyudI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0f6iROOV_gw/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369388830636498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbUVSyudI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0f6iROOV_gw/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbUVSyueI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XwloJszHxKc/s1600-h/PROM-+darren+++amy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028369388830636514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbUVSyueI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XwloJszHxKc/s320/PROM-+darren+%2B+amy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom night!!! haha. finally here already. yup, this is THE day. lolx. so sad lah. becuz of budget limit, can't get nicer make-up and hair-do. but i'm happy. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to my dear. for driving me around and also helping me take my things whenever i need help. have to lah. if not. manicure in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to luo er. for asking darren to have a pic with me. haha. credits to him too. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to people at my table. for making the whole event interesting as compared to that stupid DJ. gna miss you guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after seeing the pics throughout the four years. u see and u know it. i should seriously start dieting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7855840854377117780?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7855840854377117780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7855840854377117780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7855840854377117780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7855840854377117780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/prom-night-haha.html' title='prom night!'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchbTFSyuaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o3CMkeEzhww/s72-c/IMG_1696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-3903961445015452722</id><published>2007-02-06T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:52:37.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIFSyuVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DdezAwJ-TUs/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365879842355538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIFSyuVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DdezAwJ-TUs/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIVSyuWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8cA9EALmjr4/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365884137322850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIVSyuWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8cA9EALmjr4/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIlSyuXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J_uj_UPsUYM/s1600-h/hong+kong+trip+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365888432290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIlSyuXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J_uj_UPsUYM/s320/hong+kong+trip+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYI1SyuYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YbQlm_ehZaU/s1600-h/hong+kong+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365892727257474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYI1SyuYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YbQlm_ehZaU/s320/hong+kong+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYJFSyuZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V0OZSAsthCM/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365897022224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYJFSyuZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V0OZSAsthCM/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is the hong kong trip with the choir! dear went with me. we went to disneyland too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the trip have some bad moments. but it was a good experience. esp the shopping part! haha. i think i kinda neglected dear's concern during the trip. having fun mah. sorry dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ye. the last pic. dear had to half squat so that i dun look so short. haha. so he kinda looked weird there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-3903961445015452722?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903961445015452722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=3903961445015452722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3903961445015452722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/3903961445015452722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok_06.html' title='hong kong trip'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchYIFSyuVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DdezAwJ-TUs/s72-c/IMG_0913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7827464713170975466</id><published>2007-02-06T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:51:58.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 and 4 Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTu1SyuQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1WaWtCXVzcc/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028361048004147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTu1SyuQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1WaWtCXVzcc/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTvFSyuRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q5d_bZWdFbw/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028361052299114770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTvFSyuRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q5d_bZWdFbw/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTvlSyuSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FUvCmwF-R5o/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028361060889049378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTvlSyuSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FUvCmwF-R5o/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTwFSyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g-I80d84QJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028361069478983986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTwFSyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g-I80d84QJ4/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTwVSyuUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-hqONKfJMYY/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028361073773951298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTwVSyuUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-hqONKfJMYY/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heys. this is my upper sec class, 3 and 4 hum! haha. nice people there. the guys are so gentlemen lah. love all of these people so much. thanks for making my secondary school life interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;could still remember we had singing sessions, designing competition and acting lessons in class. and of course. appreciating mich self-entertainment with her lame jokes. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7827464713170975466?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7827464713170975466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7827464713170975466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7827464713170975466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7827464713170975466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/heys.html' title='3 and 4 Hum'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchTu1SyuQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1WaWtCXVzcc/s72-c/IMG_0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-4445363951712874331</id><published>2007-02-06T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:38:43.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spect in older years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnkaFSyuhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3tUYxWHJ68U/s1600-h/me+and+mich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028801595684600338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnkaFSyuhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3tUYxWHJ68U/s320/me+and+mich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnkaVSyuiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PjZMJpcTv5o/s1600-h/X"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028801599979567650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnkaVSyuiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PjZMJpcTv5o/s320/X%27MAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRYFSyuMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Ikz4qqxc7I/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358458138867906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRYFSyuMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Ikz4qqxc7I/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRYVSyuNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OHgSAO4f4-o/s1600-h/100_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRY1SyuOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_ThgdMMNJBk/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRZFSyuPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2kiqg7eY3gU/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028358475318737138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchRZFSyuPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2kiqg7eY3gU/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is spectgang in the upper sec years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. got difference right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually have more one but not enough space. we spend loads of time together kiez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-4445363951712874331?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4445363951712874331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=4445363951712874331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4445363951712874331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/4445363951712874331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome.html' title='spect in older years'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnkaFSyuhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3tUYxWHJ68U/s72-c/me+and+mich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-7580289049442916962</id><published>2007-02-06T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:50:54.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spect in younger years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOBlSyuDI/AAAAAAAAACU/o9l-PjhX-jY/s1600-h/Picture+164.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028354773056927794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOBlSyuDI/AAAAAAAAACU/o9l-PjhX-jY/s320/Picture+164.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOCFSyuEI/AAAAAAAAACc/snDBQn1a5jg/s1600-h/100_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028354781646862402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOCFSyuEI/AAAAAAAAACc/snDBQn1a5jg/s320/100_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOCVSyuFI/AAAAAAAAACk/qSJXqGOuSMI/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028354785941829714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOCVSyuFI/AAAAAAAAACk/qSJXqGOuSMI/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchODFSyuGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2rIEXRkvfKM/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028354798826731618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchODFSyuGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2rIEXRkvfKM/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchODVSyuHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vib3wxcmfZY/s1600-h/Picture+156.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028354803121698930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchODVSyuHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vib3wxcmfZY/s320/Picture+156.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is spect gang. haha. eccentric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irritating mich, grumpy mel, blur er, serious chen, sleepy hong li, xiao kiah wee and me, pms amy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are us in our lower sec years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-7580289049442916962?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7580289049442916962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=7580289049442916962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7580289049442916962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/7580289049442916962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-spect-gang.html' title='spect in younger years'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchOBlSyuDI/AAAAAAAAACU/o9l-PjhX-jY/s72-c/Picture+164.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-8125883729000740896</id><published>2007-02-06T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:41:49.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancers! what can i say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnlIFSyujI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V81pbbzLWdM/s1600-h/File0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028802385958582834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnlIFSyujI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V81pbbzLWdM/s320/File0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnlIVSyukI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NRKKY7nOH38/s1600-h/File0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028802390253550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnlIVSyukI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NRKKY7nOH38/s320/File0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK7lSyuAI/AAAAAAAAABw/LlL6_0tXiV8/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028351371442829314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK7lSyuAI/AAAAAAAAABw/LlL6_0tXiV8/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK71SyuBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5XBih_nTS_w/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028351375737796626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK71SyuBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5XBih_nTS_w/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK8VSyuCI/AAAAAAAAACA/MFZs2EsWvTE/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028351384327731234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchK8VSyuCI/AAAAAAAAACA/MFZs2EsWvTE/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. these are the pictures of me and dance. there's more actually. but first, i have received from others yet and also i dunno how to upload pics till it looks nice. haha. so just do with it for now k? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. gotta say. our make-up in the 2nd pic is so... terrible. gosh. have to thank miss lini for the nice make-up in the other 2 pics. Thanks Miss Lini!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-8125883729000740896?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8125883729000740896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=8125883729000740896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8125883729000740896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8125883729000740896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title='dancers! what can i say?'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RcnlIFSyujI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V81pbbzLWdM/s72-c/File0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-8058477756269255699</id><published>2007-02-06T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:49:48.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSL of 1 Hope 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchIYlSyt3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cMyHNEJ2uD0/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348571124152178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchIYlSyt3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cMyHNEJ2uD0/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;feel like uploading pics today. looking back at the sweet moments. lolx. enjoy peeps! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSL group for Sec 1 hope 05:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yu Xuan, Darran, Liang Sheng, Zoe and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-8058477756269255699?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8058477756269255699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=8058477756269255699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8058477756269255699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/8058477756269255699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/feel-like-uploading-pics-today.html' title='PSL of 1 Hope 05'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAcJYf0qzxo/RchIYlSyt3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cMyHNEJ2uD0/s72-c/IMG_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-2567105463463854154</id><published>2007-02-05T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:22:17.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of the song</title><content type='html'>jc's so sian... going to be send for detention. din go for cross country. when teacher ask whether i had an excuse. my immediate answer was 'no'. kinda dumb when i start thinking about this. haha. please lah. my eye pain can anot. wasn't thinking properly. screw the damn teacher. idiot. why do i keep getting this kind of teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 more week to valentine's day. still no news from him. haix. think i'm going to get my gal frens some sweet bites. my boyfriend a pair of boxers? and maybe something for some of the lucky guy frens. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh manz. 'O's results this week. scared. nervous. anxiety. stress. hope i'll do just fine. haix. dunno why. got tt kind of feeling tt i'll do worst compared to my prelims. haix. just hoping i can get a B for english, maintain my standard for the sciences and humanities, and an A for both my maths. hope they dun moderate lor. my maths can barely reach a A. why so ma fan one... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-2567105463463854154?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2567105463463854154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=2567105463463854154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2567105463463854154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/2567105463463854154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired-of-song.html' title='tired of the song'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-18433662560787293</id><published>2007-02-04T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:48:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a break of rhythm</title><content type='html'>went out to bugis with him today. dunno why. he was so moody. said he was tired. but who knows. tried to keep him cheerful. succeded for a while then it dead. say me somemore. (pout). how to go shopping with this kind of mood. totally could have just gone myself lah. it would be more relaxing also. please lah. was so looking forward to today lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose today was to buy my shoe. dunno how to put pics in blogs or else i could have shown you. yarz. found some nice ones atbugis street but all the sizes were too big. size 8? for the ones i super like. size 6? for the gal's type. pur..lease. i'm only a size 4. -_-". then i found one not bad at bugis juction edge. cost me $49! still is display and last pair lah. then both sides felt quite uneven lah cuz one was the display one. okok. say me stupid lah. but i super want the shoe. tried to hint him about a custom made one for me for valentine. but guess he din catch the hint. it might have cost cheaper too. but it would have taken a much longer time. wanted to wear it this week. see lah. i'm so starting to regret buying the shoe. and it cost so much more than the one in bugis street. (pout).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i waited for mich at bugis cuz she wanted to change something. lolx. she was so angry when she found out the shop wasn't open. but because of a kind soul, we managed to find out when the shop was opening. so... mich waited and i went home. he went off first because he had something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't know the shoe i bought was the last pair and all the complains i made earlier. i knew he wanted to say something but he didn't want to but i still insisted. said i was too desperate in buying the shoe. ok. i am. told you. wanted a custom made one but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's coming. actually i had a whole list of gifts that i wanted and planned to go for jap buffet that day. but now. i will just keep quiet. avoid being said of spending too much money. ok lor. i'll start to save for the things i want to get myself. dun even know what to buy for him. wanted to buy wallet but he said dun need. so nevermind. if not he'll say me again. gosh. valentine's going to be boring this year. dun even think i'll be getting anything lah. i then dun want to think. if not later like our 3rd anneverary. planned things made nice couple tees in the end get scolding because waste money... haix. starting to wonder if i'll ever receive flowers or get some surprise that day. that's like so zero%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about gifts. should i get some gifts for some nice peeps during this valentine/friendship period? i think i should. but budget kinda tight ya. thinking of getting a wallet for someone. wallet is very impt for a guy lah. serious. that's way when giving things to guys, wallets are the best. then of course some of my gal frens too! cookies? sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually quite sad today lah. haix. just want somebody to go out HAPPILY with me lah. wanna be hugged so much. wish that someone would actually take the initiative to hold my hand lah. not just anyone. but... haix. it wun happen. been quite some time that he already hold my hand out of initiative. it was me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to cry too. results coming out this week. he's working like everyday except wkends? wanted him to be there just in case it was bad lah. if it's gd, also need to celebrate what. feel so alone. nvm. i'll be independent. on the day of the results. if anyone of u notice tt i'm quiet and disappear quite fast. i'll be at the bay of the esplanade. tt is if u want to find me. of course i'll be touched but who m i kidding? no one will go lor. johannes dun even know this blog. dun tell him hor. gave him enough hints about it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why life so miserable... haix... feel like crying manz. really, i do. but can't bring myself to do it. dun want to spoil the mood of my frens. but who will know lor as i've said. people dunno i have this blog. those who know, know tt i never blog. so... nvm. i'll turn to my pillow for a gd cry. as always. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-18433662560787293?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/18433662560787293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=18433662560787293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/18433662560787293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/18433662560787293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/break-of-rhythm.html' title='a break of rhythm'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-115012648132814106</id><published>2006-06-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:34:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a broken tune</title><content type='html'>i lost my way in life... i don't know where i'm going. i lost interest in studies, can't be bothered by choir and most disappointingly, being un-noticed in dance, even by him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people kept on thinking that i was great, balancing my stuff well. but i'm not. i'm a normal person who needs encouragement. maybe i needed more attention than what i thought i needed. i really dunno how to get back my driving force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir... i miss singing... i'm losing the techniques... others take one year or less to get their stuff right. my was hardcore practice for 3 plus years just to acheive an average standard. but who cares now... i'm insignificant there, why am i wasting my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance. it used to be an escape place for me. i used to forget everything when i dance. i would be happy and relaxed. through dance, people could see a different side of me, an other light of nerdy amy lim. but now, people don't even know i'm dancing for any performance.... and when they ask for a performance like just like that, i go blank like that. what's wrong... it is dance. he is now one of them, one of those who didn't know where i was in the entire dance item...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-115012648132814106?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-114751429709436734</id><published>2006-05-13T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:58:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tedious practice</title><content type='html'>the exams are over... haix... and my results sucks... i tried getting the thought out of my mind like forever, but it just stays there. argh... i really can't take it. still have monday to collet the results. i was most disappointed in myself for maths. it was my forte. why... i'm sorry to my friends who needed support. i can't pick myself up from my fall. i can't encourage them to go on... i'm sorry chen and mel... i'm not there for u all... esp chen who sits beside me somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to johannes. he brought me out to bugis. forget about the results for a while. bought a watch. tom-boyish. but we both found it interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to peng ru, my mysterous friend. encouraged me by convincing me that it was just a practice. always find his words enlightening. said that he would pray for me today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to sebastian. although he would give me a lot of stress, he would also give me encouragement. said that i wasn't that downcast before. encourage me by physcho-ing me. said that if i were to give up now, i will never beat my opponent. lolx. but he added, he would also try to beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to my hands. haha. play basketball using all my might. could forget about things for a while. but i regretted. cuz now, they hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep going guys, i'll be there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(remember the setbacks, but don't let them hinder you.) quoted by peng ru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-114320706082874504</id><published>2006-03-24T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:31:00.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my break before my dawn</title><content type='html'>you shattered my heart again. at least for the third time in this week. the first time was when you said you were tired of this relationship. at that moment, i immediately felt that you were like any other person in my life, who would leave me alone for any time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second time was when u asked if i missed you and i said i didn't then you said you did not want to know the reason. what i was about to say later on was not any reason but what i wanted to say is that i've missed you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third time was today when you smsed me to tell me about your trust in me. i felt that you were like any other person in my life, who would eventually give up on me until i proved myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from these three occasions, your position has dropped several levels, i really did not know what to do. if i did sth, you would not be surprised, if i did not do sth, you would say that i did not think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a jinx, causing ppl to feel unhappy. it's because of me that my grandmother has conflicts with her children, it's because of me that my parents become calculating with one another, it's because of me that you are unhappy. you once told me tt it was because i did not know how to make ppl happy. i've tried but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blamed myself for your results, i think you did not know that. everytime you felt bad, i felt even worse. i guessed that your family would have disliked me because of this. whenever you started talking any related to your results, i did not dare to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(high expectations to meet...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-114320706082874504?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114320706082874504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=114320706082874504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/114320706082874504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/114320706082874504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-break-before-my-dawn.html' title='my break before my dawn'/><author><name>pink ballet shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647938799695901165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982475.post-114226759735081107</id><published>2006-03-13T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:33:19.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an obstacle in my dance</title><content type='html'>haix... why does he always say this gal interesting tt gal interesting...  it's very irritating lor... am i like invisible? i get jealous like super easily lah. and i try to avoid guys as much as possible. although he might disagree to this but i can readily just shut the guy out and stop talking to him what. but can he? he always must talk finish then go away what. everything to reject a gal is against his principals. so how? Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put myelf infront of everybody. ya, so what? i can he expect me not to do tt? when i grow up in an environment inexistance to everyone, with a surname with LIM, and with a blood disorder. my maternal side of my family don't like the Lim family and i dun know why. my pateernal side of my family only see sons as the important child. and who would like a sick child? so tell me, where do i belong? nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel very unwanted. i didn't even know why i was born to this place. i would blame my parents for this. if both sides can't get along, why get married? and if things go wrong, am i to blame?  when i was growing up, i had two choices. one was to stop where i was, never to grow up, continue to live in an innocent world. the other is to get married, start a new life and forget about all these. but, till today i still dun have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother was the most important person in my life. i dunno but i feel very attached to her. she knew me although she didn't know how i felt sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the husband that i'm looking for is someone who gives me love but he must be prepared to not receive as much love tt he gives me. i dun know how to love... really. if i really go and think of it, i actually live my life as time passes and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dancing as the lead princess awaiting for her prince which will never come riding on a white horse...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-114226759735081107?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114226759735081107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>dancing with my might</title><content type='html'>heys. went for cheerleading competition today. hahax. tiring snd LOUD. gd. lolx. credits to luo er for my hair, claire for my make-up and miss lini for my mascara. yup. thn we went out and everyone was like looking at us lah. i only know me and nicole keep 'jimming' people who stared. haha. he had to go for family dinner. got angry over it lah cuz i really not going for piano lesson with my make-up alone. i know it's unreasonable. lyk wat he said, even luo er and nic know the situation but why can't i. how i wished to tell him tt he was super important to me. although to the world he might be one person, but to one person he means the world. i was on the verge of tears lah. cuz i wanted to share the joy with him but it turned out like tt. he always say tt i dun think. i think and think and think and found myself making one big round. i couldn't forget my family situation. it kind of makes me afraid to know to like to love another person. my only wish when i was young was to make the world happier for everybody. it has always been my wish but i saw it drifting apart until i could not get hold of it anymore. i'm afraid to know one more family. tt's why i didn't want to get so close to his family. i need time. lots of time. to heal the hurt i have been feeling for the past years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-114061577807654711?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114061577807654711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=114061577807654711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mean tt i dance ballet only, i'm into hip-hop. but the ballet shoes reminds me of my 'career' in dance. tt was where i started. so, sit back and i present to u... a dance by pink ballet shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21982475-113912143775134278?l=danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceofpinkballetshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113912143775134278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21982475&amp;postID=113912143775134278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/113912143775134278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21982475/posts/default/113912143775134278'/><link rel='alternate' 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