<?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-1618127168353095969</id><updated>2011-11-05T18:02:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dish of LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7289954391416129981</id><published>2011-01-22T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:17:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;R.I.P, dear blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7289954391416129981?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7289954391416129981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7289954391416129981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7289954391416129981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7289954391416129981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2011/01/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4230135090395224214</id><published>2010-09-15T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:20:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there an 'OFF' button in my brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart feels heavy. All the sadness is piling up inside of me and I need to get it out. I WANT to get it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can just shut my brain off for a while and stop all the nasty thoughts from coming in and corrupting my mind. It's really stupid that I have think twice before I say anything sometimes, and then I would have to debate whether it's okay to tell that person about something. I think I have trust issues -.- and it makes me feel unnatural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I sort of regretted not talking to them about it and I just go and sulk in the corner and sort it out myself, in a really emo way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate being emo, it's so not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I guess everyone will get emo once in a while. So it's normal, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't tell people about my feelings. I don't tell my mom, my friends, and even my cousin.Sometimes I just write it out on a paper. But paper ain't a living thing, it can't talk. It can't give advices. It can't give me a warm hug when I needed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So somehow I just stopped writing. And all my feelings and thoughts are all just kept in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yeah I talk a lot when I'm online. So I just talked to my cousin when she reached home today and after like, countless times of trying to get me talk about things, I finally did it(though it wasn't everything). But I didn't do it in person, like face to face. I just couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you can say I don't open up to people easily. I have to think a lot before I do it. And don't bother asking me why because I don't know answer. It just happens like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth to be told, I really do mind about what people think about me. Unless I'm having real fun and I just don't feel like giving a damn about it. But yeah, I don't like it when people talk about it me behind my back. &lt;b&gt;You might as well just kiss my ass while you're at it.&lt;/b&gt; I get really really pissed and sort of sad when it happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, heh, I don't live to please people right? So I have to stop thinking so much about what people think about me. But how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Switch my brain off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there really is a switch....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality is cruel, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: wow. A really emo post. Something I haven't done in quite a while. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S: I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm just blogging about what I'm feeling, since I can't talk to people about it.  (See? I'm thinking too much again. GAWD.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4230135090395224214?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4230135090395224214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4230135090395224214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4230135090395224214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4230135090395224214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-there-off-button-in-my-brain.html' title='Is there an &apos;OFF&apos; button in my brain?'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4047239849742189837</id><published>2010-09-13T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:36:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omegle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is fun and indecent in the same way. It's practically just for lifeless people like me. And it's quite hard to find nice and funny people, while most of the time you see, uh, indecent things that I'm not suppose to see, and sometimes you meet racists, sluts, funny-looking people, and even old people. Like, really, &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yeah, it's fun if you do it with a friend or a cousin :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I wouldn't recommend it to anyone under the age of, say 15?(actually, I should've said above 18) Unless you're really mature, and not dumb. You'll get bullied online if you are :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which kinda sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for all the rambling. I'm just in my typing mood, where I type out everything in my mind. Kind of annoying, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TI4g-e1BCgI/AAAAAAAABK4/hTa7C8sXnsI/s400/dreally.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Andrea's HERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TI4g-z416FI/AAAAAAAABLA/rujF_BckgOk/s400/dreally2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TI4g_NmZTiI/AAAAAAAABLI/DwsZNhGJ5hY/s400/dreally1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TI4g_qqfMQI/AAAAAAAABLQ/3co2Pk6AdBU/s400/dreally3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeahh we didn't really go out a lot, just stayed at home and omegle and took pictures and be a lazy bum blahblahblah. At least I am .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to go TimesSquare just to buy this one shirt and eat my favorite Crepe. But we had no transport, as usual. So yeah, mission failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was suppose to have this BBQ party last Saturday with form 3s but then a lot of people were busy and stuff 'cause it was Raya. So, mission failed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was suppose to study too. But I felt lazy and I didn't want to do that kind of stuff when Andrea is here. I mean, c'mon, we don't get to see each other a lot okay? So. Mission failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried getting over him. But mission failed yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like a failure. And I feel lifeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still miss him. I want to talk to him. I want to laugh with him. I want to hold him and never let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he's not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So get the fuck off my mind already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; 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"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(81, 55, 39); letter-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(159, 159, 159); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4047239849742189837?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4047239849742189837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4047239849742189837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4047239849742189837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4047239849742189837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/omegle.html' title='Omegle...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TI4g-e1BCgI/AAAAAAAABK4/hTa7C8sXnsI/s72-c/dreally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-893954138957263149</id><published>2010-08-21T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:16:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood: The worse mood ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every single time, when a friend is feeling down or crying, all I do is stand by them. Quiet. Digging deep into my mind for something encouraging to say, instead of just the usual &lt;i&gt;"Don't cry, it's gonna be okay"&lt;/i&gt;. Because I know I'm not the one going through all that, so I wouldn't understand how hard it is. Therefore, saying &lt;b&gt;"it's gonna be okay" =  not helping at all&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really have no idea why I even signed up to join PRS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pfffttt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not doing a good job at it. I don't know how to give good advise or whatsoever. And if I continue standing there and looking at my friends cry, i'd either cry along with them or get mad at myself for being so useless, which doesn't help at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry I'm not much help. I'm really sorry. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;P.S: The worse mood ever = Heartbroken + Frustrated + Feeling useless. TADAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;P.S.S: Let's hope Leehom's movie can cheer me up tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-893954138957263149?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/893954138957263149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=893954138957263149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/893954138957263149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/893954138957263149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/mood-feeling-useless.html' title='Mood: The worse mood ever.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2539167187472078761</id><published>2010-08-17T17:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:19:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HAIRCUT! FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahha, wondering why I said 'finally'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I've been thinking about it for over a week. Maybe more, I've forgotten. I went all "Should I cut or not?" with all my friends, and ALL of them gave me different answers. So I became the (annoyingly) indecisive me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've made the decision since like, last Sunday. But I never had the time till today. So yeah, &lt;b&gt;I'M FEELING AWESOME AND HAPPY :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me look like a doll when I put my hair down. I really like it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would LOVE to take a photo now but that stupid camera is still dead. I should bury it already -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how're the trials going you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, so far, I think I'm doing fine. Besides the fact that I am not confident in the usual subjects, Sejarah and Geografi (or maybe I should say I never bothered opening the book, let alone reading .-. I admit, I was feeling rather lazy and I had no motivation). I think I totally flunked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day I meet my enemy. The subject, Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention it being PAPER 2. I'm doomed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOOMED, I SAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid teacher. I really thought I could finally get rid of it. But when I was about to give her the money together with the letter saying I have my parents permission to drop the subject, she told me it was too late. &lt;b&gt;WTH, A FEW DAYS AGO YOU TOLD ME I STILL HAVE A MONTH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even so, I stopped attending chinese classes and started attending LS. LMAO, I know.  You may call it 'ponteng' or 'skipping classes'. As long as I don't have to listen to that bitch babble about in freaking chinese, I do not mind one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TGpYQjAohnI/AAAAAAAABKg/1mXIf8UZCow/s400/Screenshot-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE, DUMMY :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(LMAO! GOTCHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I just don't know what's wrong with it. It IS suppose to enlarge when you click.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH and one more thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because I am totally into SE7EN right now, doesn't mean I am over with my beloved BIGBANG. Get that through your head, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides, SE7EN and BIGBANG are practically the same. They're senior and juniors. And I'm telling you this because i want you to be &lt;b&gt;INFECTED BY MY LOVE FOR THEM :D&lt;/b&gt; So you would love them as much as I do and I wouldn't be the odd one between my friends anymore LMAO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta go now. You know, busy with studies. Wish me good luck with my enemy ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;P.S: SE7EN &amp;amp; BIGBANG, HWAITING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(159, 159, 159); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   font-family:tahoma;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;  font-size:25px;"&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:tahoma;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2539167187472078761?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2539167187472078761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2539167187472078761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2539167187472078761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2539167187472078761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-haircut-finally.html' title='NEW HAIRCUT! FINALLY!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/TGpYQjAohnI/AAAAAAAABKg/1mXIf8UZCow/s72-c/Screenshot-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2346211824076716197</id><published>2010-08-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:22:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless.</title><content type='html'>you may kill me for not updating. but i has ze' best excuse for that :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to study *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid PMR. I wish i can just get it over with already );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2346211824076716197?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2346211824076716197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2346211824076716197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2346211824076716197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2346211824076716197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifeless.html' title='lifeless.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2971785307693451035</id><published>2010-06-27T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:52:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I love you (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This might be a really long post, so get ready ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel bad for not updating, and then I feel even worse because everybody seems to be blogging about our dearest Jamie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She left for Australia at 9 in the morning today );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG time flies like super fast. Last couple of weeks, when we had mid year holidays, we had a surprise party for Jamie. Well, it didn't work out as planned, but she was surprised (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29252_129051003791074_100000585242665_225886_3160346_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29252_129051003791074_100000585242665_225886_3160346_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29252_129051007124407_100000585242665_225887_929465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29252_129051007124407_100000585242665_225887_929465_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jamie shocked to see so many people there instead of just Vivian and YeeLing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bex and I were late (*coughs*because we were busy doing our nails*coughs*) -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29252_128989413797233_100000585242665_225620_3325997_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29252_129054593790715_100000585242665_225902_3300702_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just a lilsomething I did for Jamie. There wasn't enough space for everyone to sign their names because our names were too big .-. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of people turned up that day, and it was&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I had loads of fun, and I laughed till my jaw hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs525.ash1/30844_408464617957_571647957_4235608_700401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; pictures of the day :D Epic hair moment HEEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs585.snc3/30844_408464597957_571647957_4235606_212520_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We love Jamie :D I mean, what's not to like about her?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29252_129080640454777_100000585242665_226040_3407611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that's like, my signature pose o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a few new friends that day, and they are just &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;really awesome people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went home pretty late with Adeline, about 7:30 PM :) She offered to give me a ride home, since we live so near to each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it for Jamie's Not So Surprise Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the fun didn't end there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following Saturday, 12th May, was Jamie's actual Farewell Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But too bad, there were only girls that showed up. It was like, a &lt;b&gt;'Girls Day Out'&lt;/b&gt;. But we still had loads of fun gossiping (; eating all we want anddd.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129336663762508_100000585242665_227859_871972_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...going up and down with the lift! Though it made me feel really sick and dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129336687095839_100000585242665_227861_6790192_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jamie ready to pounce at Vivian just when the doors open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs334.snc3/29302_129330797096428_100000585242665_227758_6222420_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font-size: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129336597095848_100000585242665_227851_5480203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A booklet Vivian made specially for Jamie (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129344673761707_100000585242665_227930_776547_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOL! Yep, we did some pretty crazy stuff that day. But that's what happens when you mix all these awesome people together. You'll never get bored, and your jaw will hurt even more *nods* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs334.snc3/29302_129344657095042_100000585242665_227928_5237162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This really cute Hippo plush toy that Jamie owns.  She calls it "Big Head Hippo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs334.snc3/29302_129344630428378_100000585242665_227923_4767134_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time we saw it, we did this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs343.ash1/29302_129344737095034_100000585242665_227937_4889736_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yep. Everybody just &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;looooovesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Big Head Hippo (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs042.ash2/35485_409737227957_571647957_4268259_598461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30222_129533773742797_100000585242665_229183_538854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were like, "STOP!" *pose* "Okay, go!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs532.snc3/30222_129533807076127_100000585242665_229190_3799425_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs512.ash1/30222_129533800409461_100000585242665_229189_920704_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129344807095027_100000585242665_227944_3198787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs334.snc3/29302_129344790428362_100000585242665_227942_3172586_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She Ee so lonely :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was the last to go home, yet again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, remembering the moments we had, I feel sort of regretful. Because I hadn't known Jamie for long enough. I've only known her for a few months, through facebook. But even so, every time we meet, it feels like I've already known her for years. It's not only me that says this, most of her friends did. I guess it's her special ability (: So wild and crazy, so easy to communicate with, so easy to make friends with. I loved&lt;i&gt; every single moment&lt;/i&gt; being with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already miss her like hell. I felt like going to her house, follow her to the airport, give her lots of hugs and kisses, cry together (LOL) and then see her leave. It's not the same if you just text or call her, it just isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried a lot the couple of days. The tears didn't come last week, and then it came altogether now. They just won't stop! I've always been emotional, but never like THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, when I was watching that show...what was it called again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was seriously touching ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA! But the point is, Jamie has changed part of me when she came into my life. She has taught me to not be so timid, and do whatever you want, laugh as hard as you want, be as crazy and wild as you want,  and just let nothing stop you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always known I have something unique inside me. Something different from others. But I don't know the way to express it. Maybe because I just think too much. I think too much about what other people might think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is a reason to that. Might talk about it one day, but not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to Jamie (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just make things short 'cause I have to go soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JAMIE TAN SIEW WERN IS AN AWESOME GURL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU LOTS! AND YOU BET WE'LL MISS YA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs354.snc3/29302_129336520429189_100000585242665_227839_5574378_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29252_129076020455239_100000585242665_226010_450076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'mma go sulk and cry in my room );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S: Who wants to join me and create a teleporter so we could visit Jamie anytime we want (and also rob some shops for clothes (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.P.S: Pictures taken from Facebook. And credits to Vivian War and Adeline Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.P.S: Claps! What a long post! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.P.P.S: Jamie, you'll always be in my heart (: MUACKS! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; letter-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(159, 159, 159); letter-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" style="color: rgb(150, 179, 170); text-decoration: none; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2971785307693451035?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2971785307693451035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2971785307693451035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2971785307693451035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2971785307693451035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-i-love-you.html' title='You know I love you (;'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8568762237570120953</id><published>2010-05-24T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:42:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you remind me of the things I cannot have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I said that phrase before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA sorry. I realized I've said it a lot lately (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apologies, but this will just be a short post .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that I used to be totally in love with that N97 phone and I said I'm gonna get it sooner or later? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've given up ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm tired of listening to the same thing my dad says whenever I talk to him about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Wait for the money to come in first la... Now I don't have la' &lt;/span&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stupid la. Always relying on others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't just live without a phone, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to get this cute one :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S_olGSjUfLI/AAAAAAAABKA/b0_Pmy0KPjc/s1600/lg-lollipop-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S_olGSjUfLI/AAAAAAAABKA/b0_Pmy0KPjc/s400/lg-lollipop-phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474729087011683506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S_olGSjUfLI/AAAAAAAABKA/b0_Pmy0KPjc/s1600/lg-lollipop-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LG Lollipop GD580.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT IS THE CUTEST!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I don't really like the keypad. But who cares, it's cheaper :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RM700+ I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*squeals*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND OMGWTFBBQ, MID YEAR EXAM IS COMING!! *DUN DUN DUNNNNN*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so dead :x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7RPlCeeyz8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7RPlCeeyz8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(it's a bit soft. You might have to put the volume to the max :x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this girl is truly amazing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her youtube account @ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/aiyohhhh"&gt;aiyohhh&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; SUBSCRIBE! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(159, 159, 159); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(150, 179, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1618127168353095969-8568762237570120953?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8568762237570120953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8568762237570120953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8568762237570120953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8568762237570120953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-you-remind-me-of-things-i.html' title='Because you remind me of the things I cannot have...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S_olGSjUfLI/AAAAAAAABKA/b0_Pmy0KPjc/s72-c/lg-lollipop-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2842144589812988362</id><published>2010-05-11T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:49:06.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'The hell?'  :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been long since I last seen a doctor :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, that's a good thing (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hadn't realize how expensive these medicines cost until like, half an hour ago. Just a few pills for flu and antibiotic and a bottle of cough syrup, and it all costs RM30. The hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH yeah, the performance thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, I didn't get it. Sad la ); And it's like so not fair, because they couldn't hear us at all when we sang at the audition. We thought it was in the conference room, but they held it in the foyer -.- Like, freaking noisy and crowded hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't give us mics, 'cause they thought we didn't need it. We thought the same thing too. 'Cause we came in third,  the first and second performance were dancers. So nobody knew that we needed mics. Argh! &lt;i&gt;THEY COULDN'T HEAR US!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to do it again! ): &lt;b&gt;SO UNFAIR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the funniest thing is, I thought Teacher's Day was two weeks later. As in, after mid-term exam -.-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I super duper hate the saying 'Don't get your hopes up, you'll regret it even more'... &lt;b&gt;SO TRUE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it happens to me every single time. Whenever I expect something to happen, it happens the opposite way. So now I'm, like, training myself to not expect anything, in case it happens again. But how in the world am I going to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like, trying to stop yourself from eating something you&lt;b&gt; loveee &lt;/b&gt;very much when it's just right in front of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life sucks ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(159, 159, 159); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(150, 179, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2842144589812988362?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2842144589812988362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2842144589812988362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2842144589812988362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2842144589812988362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/hell-o.html' title='&apos;The hell?&apos;  :O'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7257188004776295597</id><published>2010-05-03T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:51:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU SUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM LOVES BIG BANG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BAHAHHAHAHAHHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Saturday, uh, window shopping (one of the things I hated to do most -.- ) and checked out this Home Dec Exhibition in KLCC. My feet hurt so much it had blister all over. Stupid shoe )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like smashing a freaking glass window when I see something I really like but can't buy. I felt like tearing my hair out and scream. Ugh! Window shopping sucks big time .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You disappoint me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I spent my Sunday watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang Global Warning Tour&lt;/span&gt;. Again. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom loves them! So now there's a big chance that I could go to their concert when they finally come. I'll get VIP tickets! BWAHAHAHHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is, if they come to M'asia... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH PLEASE, PRETTTTYYYY PLEASEEE COMMMEEEEEEE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk all you want, I still think my BigBang is a whole lot better than SuJu. Not that I hate them, but well... I love BB more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAIw9eqtpQU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAIw9eqtpQU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;WOOTS! Rehearsals this Friday. FINALLY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;P.S: Stop daydreaming, love. They won't come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(159, 159, 159);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px;"&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(150, 179, 170); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7257188004776295597?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7257188004776295597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7257188004776295597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7257188004776295597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7257188004776295597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-suck.html' title='YOU SUCK!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8697820121476453488</id><published>2010-04-24T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:02:59.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Uh-oh'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sFiYvvcP0c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sFiYvvcP0c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LA-LA-LOVE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The handclaps are awesome! And she looks hot when she's angry (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(159, 159, 159); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(150, 179, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8697820121476453488?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8697820121476453488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8697820121476453488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8697820121476453488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8697820121476453488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/uh-oh.html' title='&apos;Uh-oh&apos;'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5306395120283181001</id><published>2010-04-21T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:45:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Bowersox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much! Even my dad is addicted to her voice o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFr7ONasrN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFr7ONasrN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XW96oQx5Efw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XW96oQx5Efw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps watching her videos on youtube &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over&lt;/span&gt; and.... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start collecting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classical piano music CDs&lt;/span&gt;. Got addicted to the one my piano teacher lend me. BAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: I'm sorry. I'm just tired of pretending that everything is okay when it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cupcakes  &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-5306395120283181001?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5306395120283181001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5306395120283181001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5306395120283181001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5306395120283181001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/crystal-bowersox.html' title='Crystal Bowersox...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2385259640500946905</id><published>2010-04-08T19:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:33:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipitty-bopitty-BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just felt like saying that. TAHAHAHA! .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast today at school! Though it was really tiring, my feet had blisters. And I think I grew darker, again D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joining anything this year for Hari Sukan. At first I thought maybe I should join run track and PBSM kawad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't join run track, nor did I join kawad. But I helped train the junior PBSMs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTH happened to all the people who used to join all the PBSM activities?! OMG when I first went there, they were all strangers except for a couple(excluding Alex and the others laa).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AND THEY ARE ALL BEGINNERS WEIH!&lt;/span&gt; No wonder la Yanshen so stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suet Yin and her gang all join Rumah Merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can't blame them la, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Shawn! xD Purple group. They're kinda awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's peralihan and form 1 ah, all ah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KECIL SANGAT LAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being offending or mean la, but seriously! You'd feel like you're back in primary school, only that you are an adult, surrounded by those little fellas. Sheeesh, what do little kids eat nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S73N4CsXmSI/AAAAAAAABJw/cE0_neQfYCY/s1600/24788_1328262659025_1604706273_30782857_5854174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S73N4CsXmSI/AAAAAAAABJw/cE0_neQfYCY/s400/24788_1328262659025_1604706273_30782857_5854174_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457744686122244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Alex is (not) SLEEEEEPINGG! XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S73N4rdb8MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/b7tnvP5dox0/s1600/24788_1328262699026_1604706273_30782858_5513405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S73N4rdb8MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/b7tnvP5dox0/s400/24788_1328262699026_1604706273_30782858_5513405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457744697065468098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Roshennn! Where were youu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanshen became commander of PBSM. I'm not sure if it's just for this time la, but he's actually quite good at it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mayyi faint today when they were ...uh, what's that call, 'Cai Pai'? HAHAH don't know la. Kinda worried. No, I don't really know her. Yes, I'm worried about someone I don't know. Yes, I do that a lot. Have a problem with that? HMMM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my leg is like, cacat adi D: Once I got out of my comfy chair, it hurts and then I go back and sit on my chair, never wanting to leave again .-. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone the best of the best on Hari Sukan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get us that cup, PBSM! Yanshen is gonna belanja us to....something! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: I REALLY NEED A BLOODY HAIRCUT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.P.S: I REALLY NEED TO GO SHOPPING WITH... ANYBODY!! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.P.P.S: I REALLY gotta stop thinking about him. You know he won't be yours, sweetie ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2385259640500946905?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2385259640500946905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2385259640500946905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2385259640500946905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2385259640500946905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/bipitty-bopitty-boo.html' title='Bipitty-bopitty-BOO!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S73N4CsXmSI/AAAAAAAABJw/cE0_neQfYCY/s72-c/24788_1328262659025_1604706273_30782857_5854174_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-1243755286862990760</id><published>2010-04-06T16:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:30:40.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You squeal like a cat.......IT'S SO CUTEE!!' -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting more and more tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to school, sleep on the table for at least two periods a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come back home, head straight towards the sofa and sleep without having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should drink cups of coffee .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside sleeping in class, I spent two periods of chinese in 3K. HAHAHA PONTENG! But luckily got Jamie la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(JAMIE ROCKS :D)&lt;/span&gt;.  Or else I'll feel like a total outsider :/ And besides, my chinese teacher won't even know that I'm not in class. I don't even think she knows my name o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the time there helping them to paint the class in light blue. It looks like a class under the sea, you know? Everything is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; 'Oh so the students and teachers are the fish!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal:&lt;/span&gt; 'I don't wanna be a fish!....I wanna be the SEAWEED!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of repainting my class too.&lt;br /&gt;With white and gray (:&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's not pretty.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still not sure la, we have to ask the others if they really want to. Or else there shall be CHAOS .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm definitely not going to let YY buy or decorate anything, after what happened last time... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts everything she sees, she doesn't even care if it looks nice or not. You see the board behind us, so freaking uglyyyy D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan is trying to write a chinese novel for this competition. The prize is worth RM10,000 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITTT! I'm not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GRAND prize is --&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;RM30,000&lt;br /&gt;Which is a lot, to me la (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could buy everything I could've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;DSLR, N97, that Roxy purse, canon ixus 130 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; , everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help her much when it comes to chinese. But I could write a bit in english and then if she likes it she could translate it into chinese la (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yan said she only has that tad bit of chance in winning it. Because she only has one and a half month to finish it. The competition started last year in August, but she found out only last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BUT I SUPPORT YOU, YAN :D   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must bring us go shopping k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then treat us to spensive lunch k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then buy my early present k? (DSLR!!:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.L! KIDDING :D   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yp-RPxI/AAAAAAAABJY/9tZjTGBzVx0/s1600/61590628.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yp-RPxI/AAAAAAAABJY/9tZjTGBzVx0/s320/61590628.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951399026867986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jackie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s1600/background-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yd5hjRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AAKH5NbWn48/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951395785739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-1243755286862990760?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1243755286862990760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=1243755286862990760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1243755286862990760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1243755286862990760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-squeal-like-catits-so-cutee.html' title='&apos;You squeal like a cat.......IT&apos;S SO CUTEE!!&apos; -.-'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7r8Yp-RPxI/AAAAAAAABJY/9tZjTGBzVx0/s72-c/61590628.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-1824171084211465173</id><published>2010-04-05T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:38:49.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'PlantsVSZombies' is addictive ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The funniest thing happened yesterday night. I was reading 'Kissed by an Angel' (yeah, I FINALLY got it. WOOOOOT!!) and got really inspired. I typed a text, y'know those texts that you send to your boyfriends and stuff. All the 'I love you because...' etc etc etc. It was reeeeaaal long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the thing is, I don't know who to send it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was one line that I like the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;'I felt fulfilled, as if there had always been an empty hole in me, just for YOU to fill in'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's in any book. But it just came into my mind like, 'POP!'. Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I got picked to join this counselling speech thing. Luckily I wasn't alone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They invited some guy to come over and talk about drugs, smoking and how bad it could harm us. I fell asleep when they first started. But then they showed us pictures and videos, I got so interested. But it's real sad, y'know. Because it's all about those people who die because of drug addiction and smoking. And even stealing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that there was a kid, about the age of 5 in M'sia who started smoking just because everyone around him did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malay people threw their new born baby into the rubbish dump, a river, somewhere in the playground, and even in a bucket filled with oil. Most babies don't survive long enough to be found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried, just a tad bit la );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there was this video about how smoking shortens your life even if you smoke for only 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But other than that, it was kinda boring .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, something funny happened when I came back from the counselling speech thing and my science teacher was in the middle of teaching..uh...the science stuff... .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher:&lt;/b&gt; Where you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no freaking idea what was wrong with me, I just blurted out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;'Uhhh...I'm from Venus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*roflmao*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate science. It's gross &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s1600/background-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-1824171084211465173?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1824171084211465173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=1824171084211465173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1824171084211465173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1824171084211465173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/plantsvszombies-is-addictive-d.html' title='&apos;PlantsVSZombies&apos; is addictive ;D'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7301684059440520103</id><published>2010-03-31T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:23:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun dun dunnn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm joining choir :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first I asked Shawn if they needed a pianist for choir, since Trish left ); He said he would ask Eric and tell me what he says the next day.  Which is uh, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my response today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It appears that I have to SING too, even if I only want to be the pianist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit, I don't really like choir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly becuase all they sing is malay songs. Why can't they be something like GLEE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be so cool, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I really got in, I'm gonna change everything... (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Audition this Fri. The HORROR D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(159, 159, 159); font-family:tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(159, 159, 159); font-family:tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s1600/background-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7301684059440520103?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7301684059440520103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7301684059440520103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7301684059440520103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7301684059440520103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/dun-dun-dunnn.html' title='Dun dun dunnn.....'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s72-c/background-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-9000201734876806644</id><published>2010-03-30T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:15:14.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mustblogmustblogmustblog D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7G_QF4SWNI/AAAAAAAABIA/xZV_Ro2ng7s/s1600/26426_380010683210_533488210_3589944_1198937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7G_QF4SWNI/AAAAAAAABIA/xZV_Ro2ng7s/s320/26426_380010683210_533488210_3589944_1198937_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454350906899454162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLO, PEOPLEZ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, I feel sort of happy that I'm blogging now. I haven't touched the keyboard for a long time, and well yeah, it's about time, I know .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna blog about this BBQ party we had at the park near my house a couple of weeks ago. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a couple of weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry la ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I HAVE PHOTOS!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! FINALLY. I KNOW x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what they usually say, I'll let the pictures do the talking(and also add a few sentences (: ) 'cause I have to go soon .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suppose to use the comp on weekdays :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI0COCH9I/AAAAAAAABII/kEMtGh4cPm8/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI0COCH9I/AAAAAAAABII/kEMtGh4cPm8/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454361419996864466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 pm. We took a while to start the fire with just bricks, charcoal, the starters and newspapers. The other girls were pulling their hair out as the tried, I was pulling mine to try to reach Becky and the others, while Tze Meng, who was the only boy (for the moment) went on playing football with his friends -.- Well, yeah of course we dragged him back. He is a PRO at all this stuff (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TzeMeng: My house is a hardware shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want charcoal, I have charcoal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want starters, I have starters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want big plastic bags, I have big plastic bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he has marshmallow in his fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TzeMeng: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJdmKJ3CI/AAAAAAAABJA/3deqLNmK698/s1600/Picnik+collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJdmKJ3CI/AAAAAAAABJA/3deqLNmK698/s400/Picnik+collage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454362134018907170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJdZ59kYI/AAAAAAAABI4/UN_c7j8Ktyk/s1600/Picnik+collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJdZ59kYI/AAAAAAAABI4/UN_c7j8Ktyk/s400/Picnik+collage+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454362130729767298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJdZ59kYI/AAAAAAAABI4/UN_c7j8Ktyk/s1600/Picnik+collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofin around while waiting for the food to be fully cooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed the park, so much. I haven't been there for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing has changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI0ZFz64I/AAAAAAAABIQ/zqaWNbLB29I/s1600/Picnik+collage+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI0ZFz64I/AAAAAAAABIQ/zqaWNbLB29I/s320/Picnik+collage+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454361426136394626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex ; TzeMeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, they are the only boys there. Sad ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI1cuhljI/AAAAAAAABIo/dWViq1J3gJY/s1600/Picnik+collage+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HI1cuhljI/AAAAAAAABIo/dWViq1J3gJY/s320/Picnik+collage+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454361444292335154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a blast that day, loads of fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We even planned for another steamboat party at mine next hol. YIPPEEE! Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THE PICTURE OF THE DAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJc-pivHI/AAAAAAAABIw/EEjrD1_-8qk/s1600/26426_380010843210_533488210_3589972_7632382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7HJc-pivHI/AAAAAAAABIw/EEjrD1_-8qk/s400/26426_380010843210_533488210_3589972_7632382_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454362123413142642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very, VERY clean (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s1600/background-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7LoVKerjRI/AAAAAAAABJI/BQsnV4eiWfc/s320/background-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454677548987026706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1618127168353095969-9000201734876806644?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9000201734876806644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=9000201734876806644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/9000201734876806644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/9000201734876806644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/mustblogmustblogmustblog-d.html' title='mustblogmustblogmustblog D:'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/S7G_QF4SWNI/AAAAAAAABIA/xZV_Ro2ng7s/s72-c/26426_380010683210_533488210_3589944_1198937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2768316290449789379</id><published>2010-03-18T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:52:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run devil run run, devil run run ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's momma came by today. It was a surprise. Well, maybe it's just me that was shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They came at around 9.30 at night. I was busy listening to Run Devil Run (so IN LOVE with that song now) over and over again. And replying messages on ebuddy. And I'm dressed and look like a couch potato, literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so thing is, they only came by because my aunt had to visit the doctor. They're from Alor Setar y'see (: And I somehow got this feeling that she doesn't like me no more. She and I used to be, uh, close? Not VERY close, just close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? It all started back when it was Chinese New Year. Holidays. And we visited them in Alor Setar. And we took lots of pictures when we were out, using my aunt's camera. We came back and I thought, hey, maybe I should upload those pics now. I asked if I could use the camera's memory card for just awhile. My aunt said 'Sure thing. I'll be sleeping in the room if you need me'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just had a surgery earlier. So she's constantly tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But somehow my cousin's laptop can't read the memory card. So I thought I would ask my aunt, 'cause, well, my 11 year old cousin doesn't really know much about these kind of things, and neither do I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT SHE'S SLEEPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I left it alone for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I forgotten about it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were leaving for KL the next day. They thought we should take a picture before we leave. But there was no memory card in the camera. I thought it was in the laptop. But it wasn't. That was when it stroke me. I started to panic. My aunt started to panic. My mom started to panic. CHAOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lols, not really la. My aunt pretended to be cool. But i could see that she would scream at me any moment. It's all written on her face, for god's sake ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, how could a memory card 'FALL' from the laptop when it's perfectly attached to it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There must be someone who took it out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think everyone blames me for it .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blame myself for it too ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, she hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I very malas nak layan them la. They're all just so... I don't know how to say la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh mom, you just &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; to criticize me in front of everybody, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8uH1seeCL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8uH1seeCL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIFANNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2768316290449789379?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2768316290449789379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2768316290449789379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2768316290449789379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2768316290449789379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-noes-o.html' title='Run devil run run, devil run run ♥'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4396102055835546063</id><published>2010-03-17T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:03:58.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v22NMAG1k18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v22NMAG1k18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Paramore rocks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why I said that when the song is not from Paramore but Kate Voegele. HAAAA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep listening to this song over and over again. It never bores me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't know why people gives me such big reaction like, 'OMGSH YOU LISTEN TO CHRISTIAN SONGS?!" -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I do listen to Christian songs, hun. Is that so wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hung out with Shawn, Suet Yin, Alex, Hao Ran and a few other girls whose names I do not know, because they didn't bother introducing themselves. So why should I? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had loads of fun :D Even if they were mostly singing chinese songs, I still did. Well, it's not like I don't understand even one single chinese word okay (at least I'm better than Bex :D), it's just that I don't listen to chinese songs. I'm not a total banana (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't know why, but I sing real soft. Even with the audio on. HAHAHHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I going to do if I want to start a band? .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They wanted to watch Alice in Wonderland. I wanted to watch it too. But there are only tickets at 4 pm. I gotta go back home before 5.30 because I had tuition.  So I can't watch the movie. Stupid shit, right? ): That was the whole plan of the day la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex: I call your mom, pretend to be your teacher, and tell her 'Today no tuition, your daughter can go watch movies', okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROFLMAO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex, Alex ...*shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh and you know what my dad said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad: You don't let me catch you going out with 'whowhowho' ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: who's 'whowhowho'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad: Your boyfriend laa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad. No pics for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's cool (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At tuition, Li Yen was absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth to be told, I was kinda relieved she didn't come. And I felt bad .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tuition was still the usual. 'Cept I was specially tired, because I've been early in the morning today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teacher: Does anyone know what this word means? *looks around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class: *shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teacher: ....Yong Hiu Mun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: *rolls eyes* It's XXXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teacher: Yes, exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y'see, whenever he asks questions like that, I either pretend to look for something or drink water. Y'know pretend to be busy. Because once he's done asking people and yet there is no answer, he'll call out my name and I'll be the only one who answers it. It's weird, y'know. And I don't want people to think that I'm ...uh, what's that word. 'Chuan', yes? I'm not chuan. You think I want to answer all that questions? ): And sometimes when I can't explain it well, I chose not to answer, and he'll give me that look that says 'I'm disappointed'. And I will feel bad again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. But I do enjoy attending his classes. He teaches us new words and everything that's interesting about English. He's like, the best english teacher i've ever had (: Though he always calls my name and I don't really like that, and the fact that he hates cell phones, and doesn't allow us to eat candies, and gives us only like, 1 minute break(which he so-calls it a 4minute break -.-), doesn't make jokes, and most of all, bad-tempered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is always a question roaming in our minds. Is he married yet? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robbert Pattison is starring in a new movie! YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's called 'Remember Me'. I don't know if it's from a book, but I think it's really sad... .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta go now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4396102055835546063?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4396102055835546063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4396102055835546063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4396102055835546063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4396102055835546063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah ♥'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4004818875633191551</id><published>2010-03-12T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:24:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn. I just found out that my dad didn't post my mail. Y'know, those question they ask in magazines? I joined, just to get SUJU tickets.&lt;br /&gt;And wtf, the due date is on MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of SUJU, really. I'm more of a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BIGBANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y'know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, a chance to get to watch KOREANS perform is, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a life-time opportunity&lt;/span&gt;?  I don't have the money to go around the world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(YET)&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. It's...really, sad to say, but I haven't been on a trip to ANYWHERE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(YET!)&lt;/span&gt;. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, it's been a while. HEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better nowadays. A lot more happier. Since the day I talked to Andrea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, of course, sometimes I do feel...moody. It's normal, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I've got this feeling, that me and Bex are slowly getting apart from each other. Being in different classes and all. She's keeping something from me, I know it ):  But ehh, just gotta be patient, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got plans settled for next week already :D But still, can't be too sure. I'm thinking of going to Andrea's house again (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MWUAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;  ONE UTAMA! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm loving Science now. Science tuition, I mean. Being together with Alison, you'll never get bored. Instead, you'll have your jaw hurt, and dead cells in your body. Because you'll be busy laughing rather than listening to the teacher. (Oh that ain't a good thing ain't it? :O And did you get the joke? It's actually our inside joke xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for her to transfer to my school. Then we get to be in the same class, laugh more, have more dead cells in my bodY(LOL!), pain jaw and oh! More happy moments! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference from how I blog now and how I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to blog? It's so....HAPPY! LOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm feeling so jealous la. Watching sweet couples together &gt;-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Chee Ren and Vivian. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO SWEET LAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QuoteVivianWar: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;'When the time is right, they will eventually come to you. Just let it be  natural :)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when it's my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to blog as much as possible. Won't promise anything because, well, you know me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Alison Te&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my laughing gas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4004818875633191551?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4004818875633191551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4004818875633191551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4004818875633191551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4004818875633191551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/nameless.html' title='Nameless.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3909267430007144492</id><published>2010-02-25T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:31:55.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so many things in my mind, I don't know where to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a shitty day. As usual :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so, a few days ago Yin ying invited EVERYONE, and by everyone, I meant everyone in 3J, 3I, a few of 3k and 3L, form 4's, form 5's, ex form 5's... mostly everyone I know, to KFC. The one near my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was totally 'YAY!' for the whole day, really excited. Because KFC is tomorrow. Finally. But the others didn't seem like it, and it sort of made me feel like shit but I can't let them see. So I pretended. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting really sick of pretending to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it became depressing. I asked all six of my friends, the ones that I always stick to la, whether they're going. All I got was 'I dunno' from each and everyone of them. The exact same words. Wth? How long has it been since yin ying AND I last asked if you could go? Like, Tuesday? Plenty of time to ask your parents, k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*deep breathe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured, no, I KNEW, Ho yan wouldn't go. You know how she is la, very negative one. She usually bails out of hang outs like these, and it annoys me lots. 'Cause if she doesn't go, Sook Cheng won't go, and if Sook Cheng don't go, Rebekah won't go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little did I know that Rebecca didn't feel like partying, she said no too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is, uhm, not the first time they've bailed on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit, I'm more of a party girl. I like to go to hang outs like these. But that's just to have fun with everyone! And also a chance to leave the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My mind is so messed up now I really don't what's next...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhm. So I started thinking. If I went to KFC without them, which is not a problem to me 'cause I can have fun without them anyways, and then I have to go straight to Ms. Tan for Maths Tuition at 2.30pm. KFC starts at 11:30. Plenty of time to have fun (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUUUTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I dont go to KFC, then I'll go to Ms. Tan at 12:45pm 'till 2:15pm. Then my mom will have time to go visit my aunt. THEN I won't have to go for BM tuition la :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malas, I know. But it's a holiday, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause my mom said if I have to go for Maths tuition at 2:30 till 4, she won't have enough time to visit auntie. Then maybe we would go there on Saturday. I freaked, 'cause I was planning on going to Andrea's earlier so we could hang out a while. Miss her so much :') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to discuss with my mom, but she was &lt;i&gt;too busy&lt;/i&gt; with her stuff (or maybe too annoyed to talk). She just never listens to what I have to say. And that ruins my mood all the time. I tried another time when she was in the room reading a magazine, she thought I just wanted to go KFC and blahblahblahallthebadstufflaaa. Then I said I'm good with visiting Auntie. She ignored, then said I'm selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emo moment then. Ran to the room, broke down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this so much. This emo thing in me. I dont' want to be like this ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, I don't know who to talk to. Andrea, I know you're reading this, and I'm not saying that I don't want to talk to you about it, it's just...I don't know how to say it to you. Really, I want to tell everything to you. I just don't know how.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO after being emo and all, figured I should do something to take my mind off things. I blogged (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am.  Feeling less emo then before, but uncertain if I made the right choice, afraid that I did not and I will regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to explain this to someone in a less confusing way. This ... thing that happens to me when I expect something to happen by the next day, it doesn't come out as what I'd expected, but the other way round. It's a really bad thing, and it has been a big big problem to me. It makes me feel like, I'm an unlucky person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has happened a long time ago, 've been trying to make myself think and expect the worse, so that the good things will happen instead. It sometimes works, but I'm not sure it happens a lot of times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it has something to do with how people think of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe I've watched to many drama shows. You know how they story plot works, like in the start it's all happy and stuff, but then in that instant, something bad happens, something really bad. It's like all those bad luck that has been sustained by the good luck comes out all at one time. It's like, you were in a dream when the good things happen, when you wake up, that's when the real nightmares come. Reality sucks, right? It makes you suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if any of that makes sense to you, but I've tried my best to explain what I wanted to say all this while. You know how I confuse people ;) It has always make me look and feel like a fool when their faces go all 'wtf are you talking about?". Then I worry if I say "Nevermind" it will annoy them even more. I know how that annoys me. But I'm just very malas to repeat everything again especially when you still won't understand if I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck, noh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piano theory exams are coming up a couple of weeks later. I am not ready yet. Completely not ready yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-3909267430007144492?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3909267430007144492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3909267430007144492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3909267430007144492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3909267430007144492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-so-many-things-in-my-mind-i-dont.html' title='I have so many things in my mind, I don&apos;t know where to start...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6892090385095381627</id><published>2010-02-19T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:03:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACKKK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Alor Setar, back to KL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that I didn't have a good time when I was there. I had fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea's gone back home, at the exact day I came back home. Shit fck, noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, worry not. 'Cause there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be dinner this Saturday, and Andrea said we could hang out on Sunday. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to listening music through headphones now(they're so, so comfy!), that this morning when I logged in to youtube and open lots of tabs, like usual, I actually asked ''Where are those headphones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realizing that I'm back home. No headphones, no laptop, no PSP. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is, when I hit the play button, I realized again, there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no speakers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for god's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like watching nigahiga's 'The PSA'. Again. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's a P-SA?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-6892090385095381627?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6892090385095381627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6892090385095381627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6892090385095381627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6892090385095381627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-backkk.html' title='I&apos;M BACKKK!!!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2329712608071685852</id><published>2010-02-14T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:49:51.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S VALENTINES DAYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AAANDD CHINESE NEW YEARR!!&lt;br /&gt;BIG WOOO!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Alor Setar now. Gonna miss Andrea and Arthur so so much :/ &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BENJII!! Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But I'll have fun here, so you guys have loads of fun too :D I'll try to go online everyday, since they have like, what, 4 laptops here. Not to mention, a PS2, PS3, and two PSPs. I know I know, their dad loves them lots and is loaded. He's a chef (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt the urge to get myself a laptop. I'm eying the cherry red VAIO one. Sexy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSLR - RM 2000+&lt;br /&gt;N97 - RM2000+&lt;br /&gt;LAPTOP - RM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start saving. Maybe I should get a part time job. If anybody wants to hire a 15 year old, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, why do I always like spensive stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I  gotta stop cracking my knuckles. You know how I usually crack'em, it's like a habit now. Because if I don't, it's won't feel right. And sometimes it hurts a lil.&lt;br /&gt;But now my mom told me it's a bad thing. 'Cause in the future my fingers will become all big and, rough? I don't wannttt D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but this blog is really boring the hell out of me. It's so, dull. No pictures, that's the problem I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but I don't have a phone. I don't have one, so I don't take lots of pictures. Let alone cam-whoring ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang of using this laptop. It's Dell.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all laptops are the same, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more clothes from my aunt? Some of'em are secondhand (if you know what I mean ;) ),  and I have to be honest, not ALL of them are pretty :x But ehh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's a shopping mall here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such a shopaholic :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ain't good, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do next, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN, PEOPLE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: DID ANYONE RECORD CHEE REN AND KA  SIONG BEATBOXING THAT DAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was soooo coool!!! I SCREAMED SO LOUD MY FRIENDS ARE ANNOYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Think I'm in lovee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not thatt kind of love laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2329712608071685852?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2329712608071685852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2329712608071685852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2329712608071685852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2329712608071685852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-valentines-dayy.html' title='IT&apos;S VALENTINES DAYY!!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3429721140655799959</id><published>2010-02-13T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:39:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT.IS.ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES. I'M BACK. TO BLOGGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't go anywhere. I was just, being a lazy bum. Again. And also, no inspiration or motivation to blog. You can't blame me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna make this a short one, 'cause it's quite frantic downstairs. It's New year's Eve, everybody's coming over for reunion dinner. And I'm already hungry...(Haven't had my breakfast yet :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur's here already. And I'm planning for a hair cut after lunch.  Yes, yet another hair cut. I just can't stand the way it looks. It's like...ugh. I don't know, maybe it's just me being bored by how it always looks the same. In school or house, flat, out of shape, not growing any longerr*curse*. I'm up for new stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i'm using another CPU now. Long story, really frustrating. Don't wanna talk about it :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Just got news, not getting hair cut 'cause it's new year's eve and it'll cost him a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bomb'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know what that means, but I think he meant it'll be very expensive. Tsk tsk, such a miser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I can get to try out that thing from Watsons ( I've fallen in love with Watsons recently :x), it's like those creamy stuff you put on you hair after washing it, and it becomes like, I don't know, wavy or something. Lot's of styles to choose from. I wanted to try it out a long time ago, but eh, I had school :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go there tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do with my Restaurant City. I don't want it to die, but I'm just not that interested in it. I would let Arthur have my password, or he'll trade everything I have with...I don't know. My lil bro? Meh, maybe. But he's prolly gonna forget to feed my poor chefs waitresses and janitor since he's gonna be soo busy with his own .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH I HEAR FIRE CRACKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'm hyped up! (:&lt;br /&gt;It's only 1:11 PM btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everyone gathering at the table playing Mahjong(is that how you spell it?), or eating steamboat seafood, or outside barbecuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us kids would be busy playing around with the PS2, laptops and comps, as usual. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I have no idea where my speakers are right now. It was here about a couple of days ago but now, it's gone :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i gotta stop. 've got nothing else to say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the first time Valentine's Day and CNY are on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;LET US HAVE DOUBLE THE FUN AND LOVE :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-3429721140655799959?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3429721140655799959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3429721140655799959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3429721140655799959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3429721140655799959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/itisalive.html' title='IT.IS.ALIVE!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5434065641116385145</id><published>2010-01-09T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:19:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the Pop &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply Awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna get up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I already am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-5434065641116385145?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5434065641116385145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5434065641116385145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5434065641116385145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5434065641116385145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/blame-it-on-pop-3.html' title='Blame it on the Pop &lt;3'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4649402124635175736</id><published>2010-01-05T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:06:27.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life really sucks. And it sucks so, so much to be me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year, and I'm writing emo letter. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This is SO not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A GOOD YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an exit that leads me to somewhere ... happy.&lt;br /&gt;At least better than this place.&lt;br /&gt;It is all gloomy here. Fully of hatred, and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here, they are all full of misery and their minds are disturbed. They don't act like they used to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't even understand them.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do they want from me, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;But I desperately need an answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I might change into something like them sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that, at all.  No, no one would want that either.&lt;br /&gt;They take their anger on people without thinking that it might hurt them badly. I don't think they even give a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry, and they think it's because I don't want to do things they want me to do. Chores. I t is nothing like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;I cry, because I am disappointed in myself, my life, and them. What in the world had made them like this?&lt;br /&gt;Desperation? Lack of love? Misery?&lt;br /&gt;...Money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry again. And they say I am disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;They say I am a piece of useless shit.&lt;br /&gt;They say there is no hope.&lt;br /&gt;They say they hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they go again.&lt;br /&gt;Yelling, blaming each other, and arguing about who is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;To me, they are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Even I might be wrong as well.&lt;br /&gt;But I truly do hope hat all this, will come to an end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not know what I am doing when I am in my room, studying, for real. They thought I was using the computer, having lots of fun with it when I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;They do not understand that I did everything only to make them take their words back, feel impressed and think, maybe they were wrong all the while.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not a piece of shit after all.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to stop thinking of me that way.&lt;br /&gt;Just, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I don not understand money.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;Money is very importanat in every man's life. And it, I believe, is placed first in his heart and even mind.&lt;br /&gt;Without money, we cannot possibly comtinue living.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we do, life could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am not afraid of that.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of how my life would play out in the future if all this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I worry if I'll get sick. Like maybe, depression.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly screaming at myself inside and out, thinking of myself as a piece of shit, like what they'd said, become anti-social. Or even worse, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want all this.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just run away.&lt;br /&gt;But they still wouldn't listen and understand if I did.&lt;br /&gt;I want a way out.&lt;br /&gt;I need an exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fck my life.&lt;br /&gt;Fck me.&lt;br /&gt;Fck'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like some self-sympathy thing. It may be.&lt;br /&gt;But thing is, I act completely different when I'm in school and at home. I believe I've said that before. Nobody has really seen me complaining about life in school, how it sucks to be home with all the yelling and frustration. So, I don't really have anybody to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;And so, there's when this blog is useful.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate self-pity people, I hate to do this to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I need you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS SOOOO NOT MY YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;I BEG OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4649402124635175736?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4649402124635175736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4649402124635175736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4649402124635175736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4649402124635175736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8394106844552002850</id><published>2009-12-30T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:25:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah what the hell....</title><content type='html'>Christmas at Andrea's was AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's New Year's Eve and I'm posting about Christmas. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazy, I admit. And I was tired all the same. I was tired today, I was tired yesterday, and I was tired the the before. I have no idea why I was that tired, my eyes were barely open when we watched that Naruto movie at Andrea's. But I held them open, just to finish the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, this is about me being a lazy ass. Right.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry for not posting. Terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over at Andrea's for...four days from Christmas. I had LOADS of fun :D It has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; since I last stayed over at her house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;. Well she has been sleeping over at our place but I haven't. So yeah, it's great (:&lt;br /&gt;I missed those days where we were small... Good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I used to wish I could be older, just to wear those grown up heels and clothes and, well, be a grown up when I was small. Now I still wish I could be older. Maybe, 18. Yeah, that would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a new year is coming very soon, huh. Time does fly. One minute I was having lots of fun in class with everyone, y'know, the Phantom and the Opera play and all that, and then I find myself planning for new resolutions for a new year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions planned: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiightt.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to that sooner or later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention? That I'm not going to 3I next year? That I'm freaking stuck in 3J? That I won't be able to bug the hell out of Rebecca and talk english to her in class anymore?  That I won't feel like studying when I see Rebecca study so hard in class next year and instead I'll be moaning and complaining just like Yan did? DID I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I thought I was going to 3I too. I heard of this from Yan, when I was only asking if we should wear uniforms to school and she tells me we don't have too, which is, SO SO wrong, and then she tells me that those freaking bored and stupid teachers or whatever decided to fix the freaking list a bit, and I ended up being in 3J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like totally "OMGWTFYOUF*CKINGSERIOUS?!!" in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuut, it wouldn't be that bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I didn't say that I don't like Yan. Well, at least not more than 40%...or maybe just 50%. Or whatever, I don't hate her. Just... don't like a few things about her. Yes, a feww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, most of our 2J students stuck in the same 3J, I heard from Yan. And well, most of them are BOYS. I think of that as a bad thing, mind you. At least we don't have much 2I boys coming in, 'cause, y'know. They. Are. Freaking. Childish. Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanshen and his gang are sticking around with us too. That is sort of good news to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan also told me (man, she's such a news retriever...or something) that she hadn't seen Jien Hao's name on any lists. Not in 3J. Not in 3I. So she AND Sook Cheng wondered if he transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted Shawn. Found out that he wouldn't be transferring to Singapore. I don't know if that's sad news or good news. But he told me 'Think positive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do parents keep telling us that this school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it might suck. A lot. I even think the same sometimes. But thing is, we have like, LOTS AND LOTS OF FRIENDS HERE. And I couldn't bear to leave this place. Besides, people like me here (: (pffffftttt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and brother are at Alor Setar now. They went there when I was at Andrea's. My brother is trying to rub it in my face, feeling sorry that I'm not there and thinks that it's sad that I'm not there now, when actually in my mind, I don't really mind (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I think I might be addicted to shopping, as what my Dad said not long ago. Shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; very addictive, and I've been itching to shop since... lately. I want to buy new clothes, I try expensive clothes on and I know that I couldn't buy it even if I pleaded my dad, I'm starting to feel like a shopaholic. And that is....I don't know. A bad thing, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Especially Kitschen and nichii... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be me, I know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, will be working on resolutions and cleaning out all the useless things in my mind to make space for all the studies I (hope) will be stuffing into my head. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll say this first, in case I'll be feeling all lazy and tired and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone. And have yourself a great year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8394106844552002850?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8394106844552002850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8394106844552002850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8394106844552002850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8394106844552002850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah-what-hell.html' title='Blah what the hell....'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8801681433682582468</id><published>2009-12-20T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:50:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer in crapbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;fieldset class="checkradiowrap"&gt;       &lt;h3 class="aquestion"&gt;In your mind, what best symbolizes love?&lt;/h3&gt;                       &lt;label class="q_2_a ananswer"&gt;          &lt;input id="a_41406470" name="answers[9099462]" value="41406470" type="radio"&gt;          A heart. You need love for love to survive.        &lt;/label&gt;                             &lt;label class="q_2_a ananswer"&gt;          &lt;input id="a_41406471" name="answers[9099462]" value="41406471" type="radio"&gt;          Two hands holding each other. You need support from each other for love.         &lt;/label&gt;                             &lt;label class="q_2_a ananswer"&gt;          &lt;input id="a_41406472" name="answers[9099462]" value="41406472" type="radio"&gt;          A pencil. You write your own love story, so get out there and make one!        &lt;/label&gt;                             &lt;label class="q_2_a ananswer"&gt;          &lt;input id="a_41406473" name="answers[9099462]" value="41406473" type="radio"&gt;          A window. Watch love from behind it, or break the barrier and find love. Don't wait behind your window!        &lt;/label&gt;                   &lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8801681433682582468?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8801681433682582468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8801681433682582468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8801681433682582468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8801681433682582468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/answer-in-crapbox.html' title='Answer in crapbox'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-102262807347398651</id><published>2009-12-16T23:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:26:11.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear the geek inside of me! 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what to blog about. Yet, I wanna type something .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out for the whole day today. Went to the Mines(oh wait, this is something to blog. HAH) with Becky at 10:30 a.m. We were suppose to watch "Princess and the Frog" but it was full ): So we watched Storm Warriors. Yes, I know. I watched it only yesterday and today I watched it again. Funny, right. Wasting money, not really. I didn't pay for the premier tickets yesterday,k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned Bex that I would spoil everything for her if she kept asking me questions. But she couldn't help it, she's a total banana. She can't even read Chinese(well, just the basics), let alone Cantonese. But yes, there were subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda empty in the cinema, I spotted malays :/ And a few wannabe boys at the row behind us. They kept whispering LOUDLY about us, which is kinda scary to me, and kicking our seats from behind. Annoying, and scary. Hah, I'm a coward I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was AWESOME. The effects were a bang! With all the slow-mo, comic style and stuff. And when it comes to slow-mo in the middle of the fight, OR in the middle of Aaron Kwok falling, it gives you the chance to take a good look at everything.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Aaron Kwok is smoking HOT'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there were some funny parts. Where Aaron Kwok (I know, I know....) stands on his toes and his hands in the air before making this one move, I thought he was going to make a ballerina turn... HAHAH! Bex and I laughed out loud when I told her that, and everybody was staring at us, thinking "What the hell are they laughing about? This is not a funny scene!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I CRIED after the show. It was damn sad la can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Kwok plays the role of 'Cloud' in the movie. And he reminds me very much of Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children. The main character is named 'Cloud Strife' if you havent' heard of it :/ And he, although is just a made-up, is SUPER CUTE AND HOT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'OMG, CUTE GUYS IN HD VERSION!! *squeals*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUip1NmUI/AAAAAAAABGc/WaGl_UEqVR8/s1600-h/__01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUip1NmUI/AAAAAAAABGc/WaGl_UEqVR8/s320/__01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882612466882882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjhHS7WI/AAAAAAAABG0/k4eaDCz4HTw/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjhHS7WI/AAAAAAAABG0/k4eaDCz4HTw/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882627306679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, every girl could've fallen head over heels for his cold, but cute looks. Even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Lee Jia Jun&lt;/span&gt; did :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Clouds don't talk much in the movies. YAY for similarities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjXWbxcI/AAAAAAAABGs/zZeFeSNfQDo/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjXWbxcI/AAAAAAAABGs/zZeFeSNfQDo/s320/0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882624685819330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjwNrq7I/AAAAAAAABG8/20KqRpj5xPw/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjwNrq7I/AAAAAAAABG8/20KqRpj5xPw/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882631359998898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjL_lS3I/AAAAAAAABGk/RGvmuJfvqIQ/s1600-h/____0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUjL_lS3I/AAAAAAAABGk/RGvmuJfvqIQ/s320/____0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882621637184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ekin Cheng (left) accidently clocked Aaron Kwok in the head on the set of STORM WARRIORS and the movie may feature a lot of digital fakery but the pain Aaron Kwok is feeling is real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR HIM D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD EKIN D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better look on Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykV0PpKHSI/AAAAAAAABHE/PbnAFomRVCo/s1600-h/_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykV0PpKHSI/AAAAAAAABHE/PbnAFomRVCo/s320/_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415884014186274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of better shots of him, IN THE MOVIE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did you know, that the first Storm Warrior movie (I'm not sure about the second one) is originally from a comic book? Awesome, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of all those geeky-ness and falling for hot boys (Truth to be told, I feel kinda weird describing boys as 'hot'... Usually I call them cute. Like, TOP from BIG BANG &lt;3 Which has made my friend think of me like I'm weird and all ): ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails are beautifully polished now :D LOLs!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to nichii and kitschen today, and I spotted lots of pretty clothes that could actually fit on me nicely. But omg the price! What the hell happened to sales?&lt;br /&gt;Okay not all of them are super expensive. Nichii has cheap but nice ones, 19.90? Yeah. But I only had 10 bucks left ):&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go out with friends I'mma go shopping first before I buy anything else D&lt;     &lt;br /&gt;But I had lots of fun with Becky. It's been long since I last hung out with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a spoiler D: But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;THERE IS DEFINITELY MORE :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flTwRboDo8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flTwRboDo8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: Becky and I CRIED after the show. It was damn sad la can? MAKE SURE TO WATCH THE FIRST MOVIE before you go watch it. You'll know how close they were and how sad it is to see them end like that .... Ugh, I so hated to watch Aaron frown with sorror on his face... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: And yes, I CRIED OVER A MOVIE AGAIN. I had no idea I was this emotional before :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-102262807347398651?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/102262807347398651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=102262807347398651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/102262807347398651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/102262807347398651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear-geek-inside-of-me-8d.html' title='Fear the geek inside of me! 8D'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SykUip1NmUI/AAAAAAAABGc/WaGl_UEqVR8/s72-c/__01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7179942531162242102</id><published>2009-12-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:13:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What the hell happened to my playlist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7179942531162242102?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7179942531162242102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7179942531162242102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7179942531162242102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7179942531162242102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hell-happened-to-my-playlist.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5778062149014209752</id><published>2009-12-12T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:04:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish time could stop now. There's so much to do, so little time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suet Yin held a BBQ Party at the park in Sungai Long at around 6 or 7 PM. I think I was the latest... Well, it was very dark and I couldn't see people's faces clearly. I saw Celest first, then Roshen, Alex, Yanshen and Jien Hao, then Wan Ling, Suet Yin and her lil sis (SUPER CUTE!) and Shawn and a few I don't know .-. Oh and there's Brandon and Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was really, really bored. Because, my dear Becky wasn't there to accompany me ): She just came back from uhh....I-don't-know-where and said she couldn't make it. No wonder she did not reply to my messages and pick up her phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS HER. BADLY. SO.SO.BADLY D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I miss you too, Andrea. VERY. VERY. BADLY :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Celest and I went for a walk around the park. Extremely dark. So dark you couldn't really see the road clearly.&lt;br /&gt;And uhh, random fact: Yanshen broke up with Iveen. Which I think it's too bad because they really make a great couple. Now I hear he is with Jiah Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I don't have any hatred towards her, it's just... They don't really look like a couple to me, at all. They just look like Big Brother and Lil Sis .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I spent some time with Shawn barbecuing at one side while the others were...I don't know, having fun I guess :/ (But it seemed like we were having more fun to me :D ) and then we were amazed by the fire. No, the sparkles, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_di_ErZI/AAAAAAAABF0/2AGcnB46X18/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_di_ErZI/AAAAAAAABF0/2AGcnB46X18/s320/DSC00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381691357932946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_dYu5J5I/AAAAAAAABFs/TOcXts2HtTE/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_dYu5J5I/AAAAAAAABFs/TOcXts2HtTE/s320/DSC00868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381688605714322" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyPHpndw9HI/AAAAAAAABGU/ULySlaSUWrE/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyPHpndw9HI/AAAAAAAABGU/ULySlaSUWrE/s320/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414390694811858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost burnt my hand when taking the pictures .-. But I don't care x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like...two or more hours on the prawn, squid and chicken. I thought it would take forever to get them cooked. But while we watched the fire, we also talked about life. And I believe that was the very first real conversation I'd ever had with Shawn. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is a great guy, really. He reminds me very much of Trysha and Jo, who are very hyper and goofy :D It's fun to be around them, and you don't get bored easily or sink into silence fast.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I have been roleplaying lately. And that is great news :D:D Because whenever I post something on the forum I get very, VERY hyped up and go jumping all around like I'm crazy but I'm actually very happy (: My RP-ing skills kinda sucked now due to lack of practice :/ And yes, I ish eh geek. As if I don't know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brother was like that &gt;.&gt; He's so rude now it annoys me a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should enlarge that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHAWN IS AWESOME :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, he has to move to Singapore soon. He came back from Singapore about ...a week ago? And he said it was great (: I bet it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna miss him too. And I'm sad because I only get to know him better today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food we bbq-ed were... uhh, let's just say the prawns were okay. The chickens were completely inedible because the bottom part was burnt. Squids were the best and most perfect one, though it tasted like chestnuts, in a good way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had those for the night. Not much but I don't really care, I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th of December, Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt; Celest is having another BBQ Party at her house, which I heard was quite far from where I live... But I dont' know if I can go. Might be going to Andrea's I think. Or going out with my family, which is uh..my dad's idea and it's quite shocking to hear that... Yes, I am bad for talking bad about my family like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've got a feeling, that this year's Christmas is going to be awesome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact #2: I finished Breaking Dawn yesterday night, approximately 3:25 in the morning. I couldn't wait to finish it the next day so I just stayed up late, like always. There was one part that made me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:  I found these pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_ey-ZRxI/AAAAAAAABGE/EwxoCf0o_O4/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_ey-ZRxI/AAAAAAAABGE/EwxoCf0o_O4/s320/DSC00871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381712829925138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_fEa6PkI/AAAAAAAABGM/WDqvnf4E5JI/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SyO_fEa6PkI/AAAAAAAABGM/WDqvnf4E5JI/s320/DSC00872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381717512928834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-5778062149014209752?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5778062149014209752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5778062149014209752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5778062149014209752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5778062149014209752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-time-could-stop-now-theres-so.html' title='I wish time could stop now. 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I kept saying "OOHHHH MUST POST THAT LATER!" but then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt; I would be like a couch potato lying flat on the couch being all lazy and fat .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Arthur's for steamboat, something like a family dinner, I think. Was pretty excited 'cause we all got to see Andrea again and she stayed for the night and like "YAY!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surprised me with a cake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an early birthday surprise party for me. Super obvious but super SUPER sweet and touching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all forced play a song in front of everybody and I got nervous, as usual, and screwed up. It was embarrassing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pics as soon as ...someone uploads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching 'A Christmas Carol' at Times Suare tomorrow with everybody. Can't wait :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-6615031444083563467?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6615031444083563467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6615031444083563467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6615031444083563467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6615031444083563467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/must-post-must-post-must-postmaybe.html' title='&quot;Must post must post must post.......maybe later&quot;'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-771594923516432315</id><published>2009-11-15T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:45:03.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to Genting tomorrow. Can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm now so excited I don't even want to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh will you just shut up, woman?&lt;br /&gt;I won't get a heart attack when I'm on the roller coaster D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll get you guys a real post soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sweet dreams, loves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"&gt;&lt;span id="like_link_1093707651_200634577999_id_4b0010839f32e6ccdcd93" class="like_link like_not_exists"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=518227&amp;amp;id=1635261560#" onclick="LikeController.saveChangeLike_d(this, true); return false;" 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height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHnbbgq1VQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHnbbgq1VQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hjc03nySrbw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ILOVEYOUALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BIGBANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Especially you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.O.P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't say that I've given up on you...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that it's not completely...&lt;br /&gt;And I can't possibly stop myself from loving you...&lt;br /&gt;Because it's just...&lt;br /&gt;too deep...&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HELLO, I'm not invisible to you, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-1323120851333200455?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1323120851333200455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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And it was packed. Super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to wait super long because our class was being dumped to the furthest. Ugh. The teachers were working slower as time passes by. Super lazy. And our it's really getting on our nerves till Yan just cut in the line and threw the books in front of the counter and left. Man, she's such a negative person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off when they told me that Miss Tan had decided to put me into another group where Wei Shan is in. Ok I admit that my Maths is not that good this time, but you don't have to drag me all the way down to that kind of level k woman? I was so pissed I actually cried really hard in front of everyone. IN THE FOYER. How embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Why are you crying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"...I'm pissed off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: Promise I'll be all positive and cheerfull tomorrow. I definately dont' want to be the old me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2366540069224100492?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2366540069224100492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2366540069224100492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2366540069224100492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2366540069224100492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2579771720677141223</id><published>2009-11-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:15:25.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S FINALLY OVER. BIG WOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2579771720677141223?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2579771720677141223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2579771720677141223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2579771720677141223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2579771720677141223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5715490853580661487</id><published>2009-11-09T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:35:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Shawn :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 1: ♥ On The Outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Name: Yong Hiu Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Date of Birth: November 30th 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Current Status: Single. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eye Colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hair Colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Rightyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Oinnkk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Part 2: ♥ On The Inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Fear: Having&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; ignoring me...and also prolly something else that's horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Weakness: Ehm. Laziness. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 3: ♥ Yesterday, Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up: OMG IT'S SOOO EARLY. (It was 10.30 in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Bedtime: around 12 - 1 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Hanging out in Kimmy's house. Year 2007. Also lots and lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 4: ♥ Your Pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;McD's or Burger King: McD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Single or Group Dates: SINGLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOCOLATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cappuccinno or Coffee: Cappucino. Wait I like both actually :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Part 5: ♥  Do You......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Smoke: Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Curse: Yes, unfortunately ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Part 6: ♥ In The Past Month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Drank Alcohol: Nuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To The Mall: Yes. But it was only like, what, a day or two? HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Been 0n Stage: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eaten Sushi: YES. OHH I MISS THE TASTE OF WASABI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dyed Your Hair: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Part 7: ♥ Have You Ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Played a Stripping Game: Noo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who You Were 2 Fit In: Uh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Part 8: ♥ Age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You're Hopping 2 be Married: before 35. TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Part 9: ♥ In A Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Best eye colour: I'm okay with anything, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hair colour: Nothing to bright, like those bleached. Unless you're originally from America or something. Awh, so cutee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Short or Long Hair: Of course short laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Part 10: ♥ What were u doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 minute ago: Giving a finishing touch to my doodle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 hour ago: Doodling. Lols yes, it took me more than an hour actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 month ago: Uh, daydreaming about...stuff. Never bothered to touch the books AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 year ago: huh? Ehm, having lotsa fun and not being so worried about things like what I do now ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Part 11: ♥ Finish the Sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I love all- my friends and cousins (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I feel- very very excited yet worried about tomorrow's Seni test :D  S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need- a camera. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Part 12 : ♥ Tag 12 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...You. And everyone in my list I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-5715490853580661487?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5715490853580661487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5715490853580661487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5715490853580661487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5715490853580661487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/tagged-by-shawn-d.html' title='Tagged by Shawn :D'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7485265107516619879</id><published>2009-11-06T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:00:54.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READYY. SETTTT. G- oh wait I dropped my chocolate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, I got science(ugh), maths, moral and all the essays out of the way. YAY FOR MEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's geography and history. BOO D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRLy5lyTTI/AAAAAAAABFc/Ou4GA6p0LEc/s1600-h/HeartRateHeartBreak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRLy5lyTTI/AAAAAAAABFc/Ou4GA6p0LEc/s320/HeartRateHeartBreak.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401025190948916530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the week, I was busy studying. And well, y'know, usually you get bored or tired, and you feel like doing something else other than looking at the words that you can't get into your mind (._.), so I wrote what happened that day into my notebook and decided to post it on here today, which is free. (I ranted again. Sorrryy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not everyday ya. Aha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I'm typing out the exact words written in the book so it's meant to be the particular day.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;Monday, 2nd of November.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Steven. He was giving out papers in front of the school and it was damn well hot outside. Plus, black shirt. Poor him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great to see him. Becky finally get to meet him in person. TEEHEE. (It was really nothing, Steven. Reallyyyy :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of exams, Chinese. It wasn't that bad after all. Only a few parts gave me a real headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the middle or whether I should take Chinese next year. I've heard from the people who did not take Chinese in PMR and stuff and some said they regretted. Now my teachers said it's better if I take chinese cause nowadays Chinese is important and it's pretty hard when it comes to getting jobs... so as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;Wednesday, 4th of November.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, English and Moral. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO FOR MORAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait it was actually kinda easy. BOO anyways for it is a stupid subject (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, the boys splashed water on Becky(and me) because she didn't want to turn off the lights before the teacher leaves. They wanted to hit the teacher with a bottle or something. I actually wanted them to do it 'cause I don't like that teacher, too. Nobody does, I believe. She's so lazy and berlagak and all... Ahem, but then Becky was all "NO! I wouldn't do something as stupid as that" blahblahblah. Lols. Then when she(and me) got splashed and wet she went chasing after Jien Hao and fell down since it was slippery(why does it rain so much lately?) and hurt her hand. Said it was pretty bad and it was bleeding but I can't see anything but sand. Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself being really optimistic about almost everything lately. Like the Moral test, I didn't study anything for it(because I was too excited about English) and the next day I went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ah, it's gonna be okay"&lt;/span&gt; and it did.&lt;br /&gt;But I got really disappointed in English.&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was gonna be some really interesting essay for us to write in the first section but it ended up being a map. A big map with lots and lots of junctions and and rights and lefts. We had to give directions and everything, it was pretty hard. It wasn't what I'd expected at all. I read through all my creative writings and phrases and words and got ready for something... well, more.&lt;br /&gt;Summary and literature was easy.&lt;br /&gt;And the objectives?&lt;br /&gt;Ish, super.&lt;br /&gt;I found out I've got a couple wrong, but I'm being optimistic about it C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and KHB tomorrow, the horror D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.S: HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY, ANDREA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Though I can't do anhything like what you do for your friends on their birthdays on blog, like, how awesome they are. ETC. But you do know that YOU ARE AWESOME and also that I DO LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS, right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRLy5lyTTI/AAAAAAAABFc/Ou4GA6p0LEc/s1600-h/HeartRateHeartBreak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRLy5lyTTI/AAAAAAAABFc/Ou4GA6p0LEc/s320/HeartRateHeartBreak.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401025190948916530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Piano just now, and I realized that, now piano lessons are getting more and more fun. I'm starting to love classical music, like Claire de Lune and all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHHH I'M LOVING CLAIRE DE LUNE.&lt;/span&gt; It's so pretty and lovely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say, this afternoon, there was a piano in the foyer and Trysha, Jonathan, Beatrace and someoneIdon'tknowbutwasreallygood, playing it and I was like, totally hyped up. They all took turns to play, but I couldn't bring myself to even touch to piano 'cause they were all choir members. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'Is it just for choirs?'&lt;/span&gt;, but I really wanted to play, at least for once.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just get so hyped up when I see piano and go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"OH OH OH PIAAANOOOO!!!" &lt;/span&gt;and then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "CAN I PLAY? I WANNA PLAY I WANNA PLAY!!"&lt;/span&gt; like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was awesome. He's grade 7 and the songs he played, whoa, just, awesome. He and someoneIdon'tknowbutwasreallygood played &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'River Flows In You'&lt;/span&gt; for like so many times but it was really nice. I love that song but I couldn't find the pieces. I asked my teacher if she's ever heard of it but she hadn't. I played a small part of it and she thought it was really beautiful so she'll be looking for the scores. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got my chance to play one song, but since it was an electronic organ, the keyboard was so light it made me play faster than how I originally played at home, though nothing else was wrong. And Jon was all&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; "tempo tempo tempo TEMPO"&lt;/span&gt; and I'm like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I don't really like people calling for me or something when I'm playing so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was playing when we were having exams and I got totally distracted and kept humming and dancing to it. And it was MATHS, damnit. I felt like running out and yell at them to stop, or at least lower down the volume. I like the song but it's distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about music, has anyone watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Beethoven Virus"&lt;/span&gt;? YES? YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really awesome, it puts a smile on my face when I see them play so well. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;The last few episodes were really sympathetic and made me cry like hell... Hah, I was watching upstairs so I don't have to hold it from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last episode, and I missed half of it 'cause I was out for my piano lesson. But never mind, I have the korean version of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRcO8lQMiI/AAAAAAAABFk/XMn02vwE-NE/s1600-h/Beethoven+Virus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRcO8lQMiI/AAAAAAAABFk/XMn02vwE-NE/s320/Beethoven+Virus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401043264974369314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO WATCH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...so long 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupcakes &amp;amp; M&amp;amp;Ms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Allyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1618127168353095969-7485265107516619879?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7485265107516619879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7485265107516619879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7485265107516619879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7485265107516619879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/readyy-setttt-g-oh-wait-i-dropped-my.html' title='READYY. SETTTT. G- oh wait I dropped my chocolate...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SvRLy5lyTTI/AAAAAAAABFc/Ou4GA6p0LEc/s72-c/HeartRateHeartBreak.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-788607749013241605</id><published>2009-10-31T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:23:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there she goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not have time to blog yesterday and I'm terribly sorry for that. I had to study ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad and, well, lame 'cause I'm blogging about something that happened yesterday and that 'something' should have been on my blog yesterday and not today. It's like, knowing this gossip later than others and it makes you feel lame and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If any of that crap made sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; morning for uhh..."Hari Kokurikulum" (I think that's what they called it). Everybody was gathered in the foyer to see (Oh shit, my mom's already calling for me. SHUT UP I'M CURRENTLY FEELING VERY INSPIRATIONAL AND VERY 'BLOGGER' SO DON'T STOP ME!) the teachers giving out certificates to awesome people. People were being very high at first and cheering for every single person that went on that stage, I did too, and I cheered for people I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut the crap, my parents are getting on my nerves, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a certificate, too. It's for PBSM's kawad kaki and camp. I'M FEELING GOOD ABOUT IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(WE TOTALLY ROCKED PBSM THIS YEAR. Did you know, that it's the first time that PBSM got second in kawad kaki? It's like, super awesome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a carnival with Andrea and had a blast. I WANNA DO IT AGAIN :D&lt;br /&gt;I also got a book for 5 coupons, and 5 coupons is actually... what, 6 bucks was it? I don't know, but it's SUPER CHEAP AND WORTH IT!! It's like, thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, blogging about TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave my books, and tag along with my mom to Leisure Mall. Yes, I'm not suppose to go out shopping at this kind of moment but when I heard them saying the words "Popular Bookstore", I just couldn't resist. I feel really bad when I was there, cause I was supposed to be at home having my nose stuck in those crappy exercise books and not in a shopping mall looking at all those beautiful...books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with me and books, you say? I don't know either. I just love'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as usual, my mom had to destroy everyone's happy and exhilarated(BIG WORD :D) feelings and got everyone pissy. But I had to pretend and fake-smile all the while 'cause her friend is here. And I want to prove to her friends that I AM NOT WHAT SHE SAYS. I AM BETTER THAN WHAT SHE SAYS SO OPEN YOUR EYES BIGGER WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I made another list of 'Wanted Books' again. It always happens when I'm in a bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH did I mention? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CECELIA AHERN HAS A NEW BOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's called eh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The book of Tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;. I bet it's a great one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to put down the book called "Thanks for the Memories", by Cecelia Ahern, which is a book that I'm not suppose to be reading, and go back to reading crappy exercise books for stupid exams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GAH!! MUST RESIST!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a lot of caps lock in this post. I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;And I also apologize 'cause I have to go. Sorry for this very short post. I'll post as much as I can when stupid exams are over and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; I'LL BE FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;*flies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Who invented exams anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;EDITED: I've just reviewed this post and thought, "Hey, it's not that short after all". TEEHEE 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wish me luck, loves (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-788607749013241605?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/788607749013241605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=788607749013241605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/788607749013241605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/788607749013241605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-there-she-goes.html' title='And there she goes...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4005036465621913160</id><published>2009-10-24T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:18:07.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iiishhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to school at 8 o'clock in the morning for some PBSM meeting. We're getting certificates next week! Wooooo!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we had nothing better to do, Melvin decided to make us kawad. I'm pretty excited 'cause it's been long since we last had kawad kaki together. And we're still pretty good! It puts a smile on my face whenever the sound of our foot stomping on the ground are so...uhm. what's that word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, Melvin tortured the guys and made us all laugh. HaHaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the seniors treated us to KFC. Was supposed to be KFC and pizza but ehh...it's still good (:&lt;br /&gt;When they were out, us girls played "Truth or Dare"&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda sucked cause everyone was like dragging a lot of time thinking what should we dare them to do. And sometimes they were like&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; "No! I don't want to do that!"&lt;/span&gt;...Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first, and I chose dare. 'Cause there's probably no special questions for me. Besides, dares are fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to slap the guys. All four of them. So I'm like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Okay, I'll do it"&lt;/span&gt; but they were hiding and running away from me like a monster about to rip their faces off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jien Hao was there, sitting still laughing his ass off. I think he thinks I won't slap him since...y'know. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking, I just slapped him from behind. I think it kinda hurts :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it felt as if it was my first time slapping a guy. And it's not my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game went on without me slapping the other three, cause it's a bit wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit boring later. Cause everybody left and we had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Becky was a bit pissy at first. Which made me a bit pissy and stopped talking to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, no more fun things to list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Today = Boringness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO GO OUT AND HAVE FUN WITH PEOPLEZZZZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;EDITED: I apologized to him via text messaging. Huh, lame huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4005036465621913160?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4005036465621913160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4005036465621913160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4005036465621913160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4005036465621913160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/iiishhh.html' title='iiishhh...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-478227353071417172</id><published>2009-10-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:58:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg I'm listening to Chinese songs :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3m_2Rp76Vdk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3m_2Rp76Vdk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgId62LQEbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgId62LQEbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is so original, I love him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, some chinese songs are really nice. Like Wang Leehom songs! -drools-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-478227353071417172?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/478227353071417172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=478227353071417172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/478227353071417172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/478227353071417172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-im-listening-to-chinese-songs.html' title='Omg I&apos;m listening to Chinese songs :'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8948148365025713761</id><published>2009-10-22T09:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:51:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Alison :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;Once you are tagged, you MUST DO this quiz and tag 16 friends, including the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste everything, do it and repost the title with whatever rank you were given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranks are given at the bottom of this note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have done something in this school which is indicated by the sentence, mark the [ ] on the left side of the thing you have done with a x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the game begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ]Sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Not seating at your own place in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Scolded by a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Litter the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Did not do your homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Submitted your homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]put nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] lepaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Did not pay attention in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]dreaming in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]goofing around in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Copied other people's homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Played a trick on your classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]walking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]late in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]was abit naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]shouted at the top of your voice during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]scolding vulgarities in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]spotted hairstyle deemed unacceptable by the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]used a school facility without school's permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]play in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]singing loudly during lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]walking around the class aimlessly during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]did not greet the teacher properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]went to the toilet during lesson time without permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]say bad about teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]used the teacher's table as a rubbish dump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]made a fool out of morning assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]wasted the school's toilet paper (AS IF THEY GIVE; WE BUY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sabotaged someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]irritated someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]forged your parent's signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]forged a classmate's signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]fiddling with your handphone during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]using school computer to play games without a teacher's permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]listened to an MP3 player in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]vandalise the school property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]used the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]fought with someone in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x]cheated in a class test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cheated in a school examination(I always failed to do so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Lied to your teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 8:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]set fire to something in the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]locked the teacher out of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]played truancy just after coming to school just to take attendance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]refused to pay school fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cheated the school money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]stole things which belonged to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]bullied someone in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]pranked called your school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 10:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against a student leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against your discipline master/mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against your vice-principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against your principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 11:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought weapons to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought real firearms to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought a real bomb to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]fired a real weapon in the school with the motive to frighten/kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]dressed up as a terrorist to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total : 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 0-15 -------------{I am a good student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 16-20------------{I am a good student but with occasional trouble}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 21-30------------{I am an average student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 31-40------------{I am a bad student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 41-50------------{I am a very bad student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 51-60------------{I should have been caned by the discipline master}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 61-65------------{I should have been expelled from school}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 66-75------------{I should have been sent to a reformatory centre }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an AVERAGE student. Lols. I thought I would get the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED and YOU'RE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I'll just tag anybody on the link list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;2. Alison&lt;br /&gt;3. Koey&lt;br /&gt;4. Shawn&lt;br /&gt;5. Suet Yin&lt;br /&gt;6. Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;7. Eugene&lt;br /&gt;8. Trish&lt;br /&gt;9. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;10. Fanshu&lt;br /&gt;11. Lil Miko&lt;br /&gt;12. Celest&lt;br /&gt;13. Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;14. Steven&lt;br /&gt;15. Ugh, anyone reading this.&lt;br /&gt;16. Give me your friends name and I'll tag'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though some of their blogs are pretty dead already. And I don't know if anyone else reads this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? That feeling of 'I need links' is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a real pain in the ass..&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up very very early in the morning just to go down and sleep while she's going out to i-don't-know-and-don't-care. So okay fine, I shall go down.&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rang and I dragged myself there to pick up. That woman asked if my mom wanted bananas. So I went to the bathroom and askedmy mom if she wanted banans but she couldn't hear. I raised my voice a bit 'cause the baby was asleep. She still couldn't hear. And I went a bit pissy and kind of yelled and that made the baby cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was wrong for yelling but I was tired! And the phone was on hold for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went pissy and started yelling at me saying how bad I was and I sucked my life and how malas I am.  I tried to ignore her and sleep, but she just wouldn't let me go, as usual. She kept repeating and repeating the words and I thought &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Hey! You think I don't know the baby was there? You think I don't study AT ALL? You think I'M STUPID?"&lt;/span&gt; blahblahblah bad stuff etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;She's always like this. She's always the one ruining everybodies moods and pissing everyone off like she doesn't know their pissed off. My dad calls her&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The trouble maker"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda agree... but he's also wrong, so he doesn't have the right to talk bad about people. Like I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fix yourself first before fixing others"&lt;/span&gt;...or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Time flies so fastttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8948148365025713761?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8948148365025713761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8948148365025713761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8948148365025713761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8948148365025713761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged-by-alison-d.html' title='Tagged by Alison :D'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-1301747040985913383</id><published>2009-10-21T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:09:11.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, stalker. I'm just here to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a f**king life, and shut the f**k up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. She's really getting on my nerves now. I mean, c'mon! If you want to go to Genting, then just GO. You don't have to keep asking us 'Are you going?' every 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I asked her, all I get was 'Uhm. I don't know. I'll go if you guys go' and then smile like she doesn't know anything at all. That was when I felt like slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like totally lying to her, saying that we weren't going to Genting already. But she still asked. Every 5 minutes. We so dont' want her to follow us everywhere we go when in Genting, it'll be like freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Why don't just blindfold her and turn around and then leave her there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we could just tape her mouth so we won't have to listen to all her babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah, that could work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I know I've been saying this the whole day but I'm going to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I swear to god if she asked us tomorrow again I'm so going to say the F word in front of all the people. I don't care, as long as she shuts the hell up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I AM serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I could imagine the looks on their faces already xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: I'm so confused with nuffnang now .__. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet dreams, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1618127168353095969-1301747040985913383?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1301747040985913383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=1301747040985913383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1301747040985913383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1301747040985913383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-stalker-im-just-here-to-say.html' title='Hello, stalker. I&apos;m just here to say...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6928161868004803715</id><published>2009-10-18T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:27:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate days like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sry for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened lately, really :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Arthur's house around noon to meet some aunt they all knew for a long time and she's here in KL so...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad PMR is over. Lols, even thought it wasn't me taking PMR. But I'm still glad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-omg next year is my turn. AHHHHH!!!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out with Arthur and his family to KLCC. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays, my comp has been lagging like hell. And it's really getting on my nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QChn5RrHXb4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QChn5RrHXb4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one rocks my socks 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOclNvtSS5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOclNvtSS5o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one.&lt;br /&gt;Made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5Nl09rh2HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5Nl09rh2HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1618127168353095969-6928161868004803715?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6928161868004803715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6928161868004803715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6928161868004803715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6928161868004803715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-ebuddy.html' title='I hate days like this'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7585521083720871318</id><published>2009-10-14T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:27:08.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 1:19 AM and I am not tired, at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the holidays to end now! I still have lots of things to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, how was PMR guys? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should I have another hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime I see myself in the mirror, I go like 'Shit' and mess my hair up...&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7585521083720871318?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7585521083720871318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7585521083720871318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7585521083720871318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7585521083720871318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-119-am-and-i-am-not-tired-at-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5612454692182363725</id><published>2009-10-10T21:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:10:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah! MY COMP HAS FINALLY REVIVED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, sorry. I'm just feeling really happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer was dead for almost a whole day. When I pressed the button to turn it on, it just went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Beep...Beep beep beep' &lt;/span&gt;in a really annoying way. This wasn't the first time btw. But it IS the first time that it went dead for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I were so pissed off at the comp and going all crazy about the annoying beeping. Hah, yep, pissed off at a computer. Funny I know, but I do that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me: OMG pleeeeeaaaseeee just work with me this time. I have a lot of things to blog about and also a lot of ideas for the roleplay that went dead for a whole two months so just pleaseeeeee........? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Computer: *sticks tongue out* Neh neh MAKE ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me: *puts on WTF face* FUCK YOU!!! *slaps computer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee, I ish good at imagining? 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, my dad said he should reformat it if it still doesn't work. I hate reformatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformatting = deleting everything, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even back up anything yet. All my pictures and bookmarks would be gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;I remember I cried like hell once when my dad reformatted the comp without telling me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my things didn't have to go poof this time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me: OMG I. LUFF. YOU!! *hugs computer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I had a headache this morning due to all the drilling noise from next door and went a bit bitchy. And a cup fell to the ground 'cause off all the shaking... Poor cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though computer is alive. The screen is like, green-ish blue and it hurts my eye. If I had my eyes on the screen for too long and then looked away, I would go like 'omg everything looks weird!'. Dad also said he should get rid of Windows XP and change it into Linux. I think it's a good thing, and it sucks, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother agrees so... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye Windows );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're hoping that Linux would fit into this old comp.&lt;br /&gt;AND! MUST BACK UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooos, enjoyed the videos I linked yesterday? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;EDITED: omg F**K!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-5612454692182363725?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5612454692182363725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5612454692182363725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5612454692182363725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5612454692182363725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/hah-my-comp-has-finally-revived-lol.html' title='Hah! MY COMP HAS FINALLY REVIVED!!!!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4661288723216786845</id><published>2009-10-09T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:32:29.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.L</title><content type='html'>Hah! I literally LOL-ed at these. The challenges they took looks fun, I'm gonna do it one day &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=19&amp;amp;v=245"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=13&amp;amp;v=123"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=13&amp;amp;v=143"&gt;click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=13&amp;amp;v=151"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4661288723216786845?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4661288723216786845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4661288723216786845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4661288723216786845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4661288723216786845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title='L.O.L'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-1237372201111472734</id><published>2009-10-08T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:36:46.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'omfg'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg, PMR!!!  Eeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, why am I freaking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did you guys do? Andrea and Arthur said it was scary and hard etc etc. I bet it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, science and english for today huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like the english part. Science? Ehh, not that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there guys! Just a few more days to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined twitter today. Super slow, I know.&lt;br /&gt;And I read FMLs and took facebook quizzes all day long. Got pissed of my mom for calling me a lazy ass when I was taking care of two babies with only my two hands(which is super hard) while my brother was watching the TV and eating all my chocolates away );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, F my life then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 'It's funny, it's true, except when it happens to you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what happens when my dad's phone battery died while he was on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crazy dad on the phone: 'No no, you listen to me. BLAHBLAHBLAH'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*phone dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crazy dad, confused: 'what the... OMFG!!' *starts to make a big fuss about it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he's afraid that all his data and everything will disappear. I don't know where he get that from, nor do I know where he learned to say 'omfg'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit...gay for a man as old as him to say it though. I don't know about people outside of M'asia , but for asians, I think it's gay and weird :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously hate his heavy foot steps. I can hear them from the toilet downstairs damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want more retarded things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one in my mind. It all began when I was washing my hair in the bathroom. I changed it back to Pantene today 'cause my mom said she couldn't smell the fragrance of Herbal Essences from the kitchen(FYI, bathroom is just beside the kitchen. Usually when I was using Pantene, the smell covered the most of the house. Awesome, I know). So I decided not to change it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahem, the following story contains retardedness, lamessery and stupidness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BE WARNED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl was late for class. And as she rushed into her classroom, everybody's nose sniffed the air and even the teacher turned to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: xxx, you're late! Detention for you!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: omg, I'm so sorry! I won't do it again blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ....I might let you go this time, if you tell me... What shampoo are you using?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in class went silent and stared at the girl, still sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: OH. Uhm, I use Pantene. Really nice, eh? *ruffles and sways hair like those ...fa qiao girls. Ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole class: Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a boy's phone rang. The teacher shot him a glare and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Detention for you, young man!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No, wait. If you want to know, I use my body gel as my shampoo. It smells really great, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Whole class including teacher: Ewwwww......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF RETARDED, LAME, STUPID STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, it could actually be an advert. ROLF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but my head just makes up stories like this a lot recently. Maybe I'm becoming more retarded now and my brain is infected, too! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOOOO!! NEEDS. CURE. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just slap me. That would do it, I think 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EDITED: Just wondering, are we supposed to reply people in our chatbox, or their chatbox in their blog? Confused ):&lt;/span&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/1618127168353095969-1237372201111472734?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1237372201111472734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=1237372201111472734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1237372201111472734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/1237372201111472734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/omfg.html' title='&apos;omfg&apos;'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8904861624174722330</id><published>2009-10-07T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:50:41.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not much has happened today. Really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Tuesday, so there's Pasar Malam (:&lt;br /&gt;I went there to return the dress I bought last two weeks, and I exchanged it for another one which looked much better etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into quite a lot of people I know. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chong Ho Yan, Chris, Qiao Er(I'm not sure how to spell her name... ._.) and her gang, Danny, oh and Melvin, WahLung and err....Jin Rui&lt;/span&gt; I think. I didn't see her face that clearly...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation, where you see your friends in front, and you wanted to like, smile and say hello to them, but instead you just look away and pretend not to see them. Then they would stare at you, like 'look at me! I'm over here!!' but you just won't turn, and then they walk away and you think in your head &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Gosh, they must think that I'm very berlagak and all! NOOOOOO!!! I should've just turned and smileeeee!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm babbling a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, anyways, that happens to me a lot when I go out. Especially in pasar malams...&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it so damn much. I wish I could just be...natural. Y'know, like, stop acting and pretending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't do that in school, don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last seen Danny. He's still with they same gang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad if I could hang out here with my friends next year. And he said yes. Woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more question.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever helped a lost kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the story. I was walking along the road and looking at all the stuff they sell in those stalls and blahblahblah, and I saw this little girl (who looked almost like Annabelle. CUTE!!) in front of a stall that's selling all those kids videos. Her eyes were locked on the TV, and the store keeper had her eyes locked on the kid as well. I looked around the kid, and saw no parent or adult standing beside her. It was a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;My dad saw her too and he felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, maybe her mom is just by the next stall and she had the store keeper to look after the little girl for a while.&lt;br /&gt;We stared at her for what seemed like 15 minutes or so, and the store keepers finally said 'She's been standing there for a long time, and I've not seen her mom anywhere. I asked her question but she just wouldnt' talk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked the little girl where her mom was, and she wouldn't even turn to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people came and asked us the same questions we asked. How would we know, lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl finally noticed the people around her and freaked out a little.  But still, no words came out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;She walked down the street alone. Some of the people left, some just stood there. But dad and I, and two more ladies with kids in their arms followed the girl. It was not long till the girl finally spoke and called for her mommy. I expected her to scream and cry, but she didn't. Her face was calm, a little freaked out but still, calm.&lt;br /&gt;That made me wanna help her out even more, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ladies said something about a woman up the street looking for her daughter, and thought maybe it was her. They wanted to bring her up there to look for her mom, but she just wouldn't follow. Her mom thought her well enough to not follow strangers, I thought. It was a good thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told them that someone should go up and look for that woman instead and bring her to her kid. More and more people surrounded the girl and i felt a bit scared for the girl. I don't know why but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, WahLung and some guy came up to us and took the girl in his arms, saying that he found his mother(or something like that, I don't remember. All I remember was that the lady started scolding him and he said she wasn't his sister. Hah)&lt;br /&gt;We followed him eventually. And soon we heard a woman's screaming and crying and wailing just up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Her mom was holding on to her and hugging her so tightly. The little girl, watching her mom crying so hard, she broke into tears too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting Melvin and Jin Rui to appear when Wah Lung came. But nope, I don't see them or WahLung after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've completely done a good deed. Maybe just half of it. And that half was for following that kid till she's found her mom. I don't know what'll happened to her if we actually leave her there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow, I feel like I'm roleplaying o__o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned: Never leave your child's side when in a crowded place like Pasar Malam until they are old enough to ( like maybe 13 or something *points at self*) If you have to, carry them in your arms all the way, or...tie a string to yours and your kid's hand so they won't leave your side without pulling you along. Or maybe just get a stroller...&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not get distracted by things and totally forget about your kids. Have someone else by your side to keep an eye on them if you're that&lt;br /&gt;She must've been distracted by the video while her mom let her hand go or something, that was what we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that, actually put me in shock once again. I don't know why! But it just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, the pictures I promised I would put up last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken at Mines, 25th September. Celebrating Rebekah's 14 birthday. It was a day earlier cause it was meant to be a surprise party (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxdREzQoI/AAAAAAAABEk/Z8mR6Ea51n4/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxdREzQoI/AAAAAAAABEk/Z8mR6Ea51n4/s320/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526126692614786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sstxb3_jJoI/AAAAAAAABEE/vYpFikswmfs/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sstxb3_jJoI/AAAAAAAABEE/vYpFikswmfs/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526102779831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah, and cake (: It cost us RM59 and everyone was so confused with who payed and who hasn't, and who payed how much, who payed more etc etc. Good thing Ho Yan was there. She was always so good in money counting, know? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxckjUzmI/AAAAAAAABEU/mt_l7BHqwtg/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxckjUzmI/AAAAAAAABEU/mt_l7BHqwtg/s320/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526114741046882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxcNYanvI/AAAAAAAABEM/6l3BS6MexXk/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxcNYanvI/AAAAAAAABEM/6l3BS6MexXk/s320/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526108521275122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1, First row/left:Jackson(ugh... he gives me the chills!), Kiet Tien/Ah Ong.&lt;br /&gt;Second row/left: Jien Hao, Rebekah, Tian Jin, Zheng Hui (He wasn't invited actually, but eh, the more the merrier (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxdAor0oI/AAAAAAAABEc/iqOtCjlarl0/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxdAor0oI/AAAAAAAABEc/iqOtCjlarl0/s320/DSC00644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526122279719554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyGrl_2rI/AAAAAAAABEs/Vbmix2i3inQ/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyGrl_2rI/AAAAAAAABEs/Vbmix2i3inQ/s320/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526838185810610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sook Cheng, Ho Yan, Rebekah, Blah (: &amp;amp; Becky. We were so unprepared for the photos and our jaws were in pain for holding our smiles for that long. (We were laughing all along so yeah, it hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyH-uI4XI/AAAAAAAABFE/J5ABTFyZHEI/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyH-uI4XI/AAAAAAAABFE/J5ABTFyZHEI/s320/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526860500099442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyIdDrFTI/AAAAAAAABFM/sGk8V1JeMPI/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyIdDrFTI/AAAAAAAABFM/sGk8V1JeMPI/s320/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526868643484978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I was just that close!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyHBvFY2I/AAAAAAAABE0/0wNnIOoe2eM/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyHBvFY2I/AAAAAAAABE0/0wNnIOoe2eM/s320/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526844129502050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyHviI7HI/AAAAAAAABE8/Es03OnPzq7c/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstyHviI7HI/AAAAAAAABE8/Es03OnPzq7c/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526856423238770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid...thing won't let me rotate the pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sst09wU9lTI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZdqW_UkKHOA/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sst09wU9lTI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZdqW_UkKHOA/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389529983372596530" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- 'Whose birthday is it?', Rebekah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to send two boys + Ho Yan to Mines and send three boys back. I thought my dad would like, freak out or something but he didn't, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Yan, Jackson, Jien Hao and I had to be at Mines earlier than the others cause I have the cake and I'm the one sending them there. So yeah, super big tanggungjawab lah.&lt;br /&gt;We had to go around the mall to look for a restaurant or cafe to keep the cake. But that certain place had to be where we will have lunch. So we were all looking and arguing on which one is better and cheaper and etc etc. And Ho Yan was giving out all the negative-ness as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we chose Secret Recipe. I like it, but they said it was a bit pricy but there weren't really any choice left so ...  Only Ho yan, Jien Hao and I were eating and the others were 'Ehhhh, *looks at pricy menu* I'm not hungry. Can I just have plain water?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress was very nice cause we asked if they could keep the cake we bought from outside (means not from Secret Recipe) and they said yes. Plus, they had to take the cake out for us and give us the plates and forks etc etc.  It is a bit paiseh la, but they showed nothing but a smile on their face. How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we went around the mall and fooling around with everything we see. Jien Hao and the boys played with shades and glasses and made me put on those big nerdy glasses, which I thought was quite cute but I definitely won't look cute in it. They made me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Jien Hao: Eh, try this on. PLEASE. *dazzles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:*hides behind Becky and puts on big nerdy glasses* Uhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Becky: *turns and puts on the 'OMFG' face* OMFG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Boys: Eh ehh let me see let me see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me: *turns around before they see* OMG I looked like shit, didn't I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they didn't see, or I'll be the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Being the joke of the day = obvsly NOT. COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I bought those necklaces that had our initials and that cost me 12 bucks. I also bought a hat, 23 bucks. Plus the set meal I had in Secret Recipe, 15 bucks, and 'Poof!' , there goes my 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'My mom is so going to kill me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade after that. And just when I bought the tickets and coins, my dad calls to tell me he's coming and he wants us to wait outside so that he doesn't have to wait. I mean, c'mon I told him to come when I call him! And I haven't even played anything yet damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ah Ong, Jackson and Jien Hao that we had to leave and it took me nearly 10 minutes to get them off the games and another 5 minutes to say my goodbyes to my friends, and roughly another 20 minutes to walk from the arcade to my dad's car. And my shoes were killing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Ah Ong and Jackson off in front of UTAR, and brought Jien Hao back to my place since his mom was coming to my house to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to play the piano for me once we reached home, and my mom said he was much better in playing the piano than me. I told her he was only grade 3. And he had no book to see (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.... Byesss!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: My grandma likes Jien Hao! HAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: WOW! super long post. I bet some of my grammar sucked...&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/1618127168353095969-8904861624174722330?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8904861624174722330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8904861624174722330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8904861624174722330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8904861624174722330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-much-has-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SstxdREzQoI/AAAAAAAABEk/Z8mR6Ea51n4/s72-c/DSC00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4848767685793698273</id><published>2009-10-04T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:49:48.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright I know second post in one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle came!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, the kid my mom used to take care... Hah, she's grown taller and cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsimOkomm-I/AAAAAAAABDE/gw5w7WXmODU/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsimOkomm-I/AAAAAAAABDE/gw5w7WXmODU/s400/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388739723431156706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsimV2vOoNI/AAAAAAAABDM/en0cS3Mo54k/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsimV2vOoNI/AAAAAAAABDM/en0cS3Mo54k/s400/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388739848549867730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her big eyes and brown hair so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she would like me to help tie her hair up, and she said 'No, I don't want to tie my stupid hair!'&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't seem like the kind of girl who wants to be pretty and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Wei, you don't copy my talking ahh!', says the little girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Well, he hasn't really change (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strange thing happened to me when I was out having dinner. I could still hear my uncle and the other's voices in my head. This guy yelled and i thought it was him and then I jumped and etcetc. Lols, I think I'm still in shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened since everybody was busy doing their thing and all. And the last minute lanterns, really sucked. And the candles are not the fun to play with if you are there alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur and hoe were upstairs playing stupid online games. The others were downstairs watching this Hong Kong movie called 'ICAC; I corrupt all cops'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the name made me LOL literally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show was...good I guess. Kinda boring when it comes to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say I  was going to take pictures right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much but here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi6S0_lxAI/AAAAAAAABDU/mCuZ-AqHN8I/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi6S0_lxAI/AAAAAAAABDU/mCuZ-AqHN8I/s320/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761786774569986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-ucIM6sI/AAAAAAAABD8/Bj68EIvISgk/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-ucIM6sI/AAAAAAAABD8/Bj68EIvISgk/s320/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388766659182652098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-tni0vEI/AAAAAAAABDs/oCClpiZRO6s/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-tni0vEI/AAAAAAAABDs/oCClpiZRO6s/s320/DSC00721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388766645067234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-tZrCjZI/AAAAAAAABDk/T-CUIV5Hars/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Ssi-tZrCjZI/AAAAAAAABDk/T-CUIV5Hars/s320/DSC00720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388766641343597970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found lots of pictures in my document that I have not uploaded yet. But my dad is already telling me to go to bed. And it's only 11:49 for god's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pictures tomorrow (: And no, I'm not going to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4848767685793698273?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4848767685793698273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4848767685793698273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4848767685793698273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4848767685793698273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-i-know-second-post-in-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsimOkomm-I/AAAAAAAABDE/gw5w7WXmODU/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-7431827813224451270</id><published>2009-10-04T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:20:55.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg, they started again! BIZARRE CHAOS IN MY HOUSE!! LYKE, SERIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, they were fighting and yelling and cursing etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about my parents, just my crazy dad and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how it started, i just know that they were downstairs chatting happily and then I-don't-know-who spat something out and the other one misunderstood and then, 'ATTACK!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time they've done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I think it's not just them, it's the both of their families. Which means my uncle's family and mine. Well, basically just my mom and dad, of course, cause their kids are all grown up and then blahblahblah. I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is on their side. Cause mom said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #1:&lt;/span&gt; My dad was yelling like hell, and cursing, and acting very very stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #2:&lt;/span&gt; That uncle cursed my brother and I. What, I thought adults think that kids like us know nothing so we should not masuk campur with all these crazy stuff. Hello, kids like us were curious and we were just standing at the staircase staring at you adults yelling at each other and feeling really scared and embarrassed. Why did you had to pull us in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #3: &lt;/span&gt;My dad was so stupid till he actually lifted a wine bottle just to threaten and scare them off. This resulted in those grown up kids to backfire at him.&lt;br /&gt;Wine, maybe they were all drunk so all that happened...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #4: &lt;/span&gt;Once my uncle cursed us, his kids did the same. But not us. Just my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma only yelled at my dad. I guess it was because he was yelling the loudest? But I personally think it was a bit unfair. Because she too, had no idea why they were fighting and the first thing she did was blame my dad. And I thought she was going to slap my dad in front of my uncle... Hah, I can imagine that evil grin on his face now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, lil bro says he's definitely going to get himself a phone so he could record all that bickering down and show it to the police. How cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Those horoscope things weren't true after all :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'When it's good, then it's good, it's so good, 'till it goes bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Till you're trying to find the you that you once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I have heard myself cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Never again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Broken down in agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And just trying to find a friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Sober, P!nk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ugh, super hard chocoloate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-7431827813224451270?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7431827813224451270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=7431827813224451270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7431827813224451270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/7431827813224451270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-they-started-again-bizarre-chaos-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2844124113320239531</id><published>2009-10-03T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:05:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake Festival, world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, what the title says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even though it's not perfect since Andrea and the others are not here, it's still good (:&lt;br /&gt;I shall take pictures later to lessen the emptiness of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you out there are having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, there are actually fireworks here!!! 8D I haven't seen them in a while now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2844124113320239531?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2844124113320239531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2844124113320239531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2844124113320239531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2844124113320239531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-mooncake-festival-world.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival, world!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8256165919433546012</id><published>2009-10-01T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:39:52.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me? Or is the ground shaking....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg y'heard? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EARTHQUAKE EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this thing happened just then when I saw the 'Tsunami' trailer and it said something like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saving the one&lt;/span&gt; you love &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Live like you're dying'&lt;/span&gt; played in my playlist. Hah, my head kinda joined everything together and it became something like a story of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on a road trip and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EARTHQUAKE!! &lt;/span&gt;and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TSUNAMI!!!&lt;/span&gt; and then we were being squashed and stuff and I picked up the phone and called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt; and said my last goodbye and 'I love you' and blahblahblah I die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt really sad when I was thinking about the 'last goodbye' part... I could imagine the whole scene! Hee, I has good imagination? 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, who am I kidding. Anyone could do that la, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who would you call with your last goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsTMscfr1hI/AAAAAAAABCU/RWPmgewNcT8/s1600-h/2hd19ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 36px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsTMscfr1hI/AAAAAAAABCU/RWPmgewNcT8/s320/2hd19ht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387656118177355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really sampat lately...... Maybe kena influenced by Becky? 8D&lt;br /&gt;We've been singing a lot of songs the whole day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a feeling, Don't forget, You ketahuan la, Fallin for you, Move along&lt;/span&gt; etc etc.  I especially love 'I got a feeling', it's so nice it made me dance in my chair every time I listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky doesn't know about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Live like you're dying'&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; The Script. I was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'OMG you don't know? why not?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt;. Their songs are really meaningful and nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'We only got 86 400 seconds in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;to turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We gotta tell'em that we love'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;when we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We gotta live like we're dying'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Live like you're dying, The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: WHO HAS TICKETS TO AAR??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8256165919433546012?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8256165919433546012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8256165919433546012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8256165919433546012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8256165919433546012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-just-me-or-is-ground-shaking.html' title='Is it just me? Or is the ground shaking....?'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SsTMscfr1hI/AAAAAAAABCU/RWPmgewNcT8/s72-c/2hd19ht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8343553935516412582</id><published>2009-09-24T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:33:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS WORLD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...No, it's not snowing in M'asia, you doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's not raining gum drops either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something much better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I PASSED GRADE 6!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad (:&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been so worried about it and she kept nagging me like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Please lah, practice more and pass the bloody exam laah. You know how much I spent on your lessons ah? RM300 ahh! And now you have double lessons just for the bloody exam! RM600 ahhh!! If you fail, then just stop playing la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH. You know the rest of it (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, since I've bloody passed the bloody exam, she'll have to eat her words. MWUAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;P.S: My mom doesn't say 'bloody'... Heee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8343553935516412582?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8343553935516412582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8343553935516412582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8343553935516412582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8343553935516412582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-news-world.html' title='GREAT NEWS WORLD!!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2868606545016144131</id><published>2009-09-24T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:46:48.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeee totally regretful now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad dragged me to pasar malam yesterday, cause he was annoyed by my whining all day long about the dress I couldn't get. And I didn't really like it cause, y'know, the quality is always bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I found one that seemed decent and worth buying then, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went. And I went through a lot of dress and I've only found a couple nice ones. And so the dilemma comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't buy now, I get to go with dad to Seremban to this shopping complex to see if there's anything I might like. But if I don't buy now, I might regret again. 'Cause I was really into those dresses(actually it's no dress. One of it was a cute layered tank top, and the other one is a hoodie tank top and also this top that looks like a dress but the lady was like 'Oh it's not dress, hon. It's just bigger so you don't seem sexy *glances at dad*'....).&lt;br /&gt;It always happens to me, I make up my mind and in the end, I regret it and thinks that the other one was better than the one I bought. So I stupidly decided to but the top that looks like a dress but actually isn't, that actually cost me 15 bucks, and the lady added a tube for the dress, which also means, adding 5 bucks into it. Huh, the cheek of her).&lt;br /&gt;I quickly put it on as soon as a I got home, which was already 10p.m., and I looked at the mirror, and was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'omg, this must be me in the future!'&lt;/span&gt;. Meaning, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'omg, I look old!'&lt;/span&gt;, also means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'omg, I look hideosly lame!'&lt;/span&gt;. Get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go to the party looking like that, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was tossed aside, lying flat on the ground, waiting to be returned to the shop owner by the next two weeks... (She's not coming next week.That fat liar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have chosen that cute layered tank top, or that hoodie one instead of some shit like that! At least I wouldn't regret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really worried of my future.&lt;br /&gt;I've always had problems with choosing the right choice now, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do when I chose the wrong job, or the wrong guy, or the wrong house, or the wrong timing to do certain things, or -insert negative Ors- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAH! MY LIFE WOULD BE A FAILURE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to dig something out after all...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe that shirt my mom bought for me from SEED?...or maybe some of the tank tops I have?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cries*I'm such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2868606545016144131?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2868606545016144131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2868606545016144131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2868606545016144131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2868606545016144131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/eeee-totally-regretful-now-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8589075245829713401</id><published>2009-09-23T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:49:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stole this from Trysha (: And this was supposed to be posted yesterday. But I didn't notice it was 3 in the morning already! Hah, time really flies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEN HOW'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on the road and got my knee a scab. Ew D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-spent RM300 and only ... 4/10 came. Sad, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*...wuuddd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really sleep. Was going crazy over this really cute dress and purse! Eeee!! *goes crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you do in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends so yeah, great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...have no idea. It's really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there is school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not older than 35 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your mothers name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liew Lee Peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you do last weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..omg I don't remember o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the most important part of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbing a shopping complex just to look for the perfect dress for friday... Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not buying that cute dress... yeah, lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to loud music and blasting them to the max so I won't hear anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to find the perfect dress for this Friday? Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed breakfast o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I guess soooooooooo .__. It was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I sure wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! YOU BET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it was 'Big Woo!' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad. And will prolly see him poke his head in again to tell me off the comp by the next 5 seconds... And there he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jien Hao. Asking him what time he was coming over this Friday. Using my dad's phone, btw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, lil brother, and this aunt's family... totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho yan. Asking me for suggestions on which cake to buy...Heee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwa, on msn. haha -huggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jien Hao o.o : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know worr... &lt;/span&gt;(is referring to where my house is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you said "i love you" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckyyyy C: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near The Mines, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the toilet to brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting! No wait, it was Watsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMKBBSL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, as long as I'm with the gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masterbedroom (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg yes! He lives in my closet. You know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...have no idea, actually. Tell me guys!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you get a facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was forced by my cousins, just to play the games they have there which were awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read minds (: I think it's really useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this one's a hard one. Can I answer this later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If u were stranded on a deserted island &amp;amp; could bring 1 thing what would you bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house full of furniture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, I don't even have an exxxxx D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION(S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you one of those people who never drink soda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do drink soda! Just not always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What time will you be getting up tomorrow morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly 10 or 11. Heeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was the last time that you were genuinely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always happy when in school. Okay, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; but hey! I don't seem like the kind of person that fake smiles a lot, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is your room ever clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. Mom checks in every weekend .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up till 3a.m., finishing the last post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How often do you give out second chances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I slept with my Grandma. Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, YES! MELISSAAAAA!!! lols, I call her babe too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you say if you found out your last ex was in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what it's like to be truly happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, not yet, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anyone disgust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, quite a few. Like the lame&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Peralihans&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do your parents force you to go to church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. My dad is actually against it... No offense please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anybody you're really disappointed in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What were you doing at 6:00 AM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee!  YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it possible to be single and happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last person you laid in bed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! My mom! She was talking to me about boyfriends! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;...lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you drunk right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I still can't find the dress and it's already bloody Wednesday.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What plans do you have for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, going out. If not, I'll just have to dig something decent out of my ol' closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever kicked a wall, door, etc.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked a door to shut it. That does count, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there, all broke and dead.... Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday (: And also... some certain things. Heeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever had a bestfriend of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! I have Melvin, , Joshua, Brandon and uhmm.... Oh,Tze Meng(lols, known him for 4 years. Not really that close but yeah, still friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last time you talked to your number one on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who that is! It's some of my mom's friend's number I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the person you miss the most right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her home, must be studying.  (You know who you are (;  Good luck!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you looked through your phone right now, who are most of your text from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, it's you Becky!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two days from now this time, where will you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee!! Hanging out with the gang in ze' Mines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has anyone upset you in the last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, no. This week, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you nice to everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are to me, then of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever been cheated on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Hope not in the future, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were granted one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Need time to think. Gah, I hate these kind of questions, it's so hard to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anyone know your Facebook password?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know anyone named: John, Mike, Joe, Tim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is Joshua's nickname. So yeah, I know him. HE'S STILL SINGLE!! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like to have long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like both. But they say I look less lame/retarded with short hair .__.  But I do wanna try having long, straightened hair. They are so shinyyyy and lightttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do you want to move to when you're older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New york, maybe? ...Or maybe just a nicely furnished and bigger house. That would be nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. We were all laughing at how I stupidly tried to ride on the miniature tricycle that only lil kids could ride. Hah, lame I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plan on doing anything new to your appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUSH! sekrit it is :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you kissed someone in 2009 who means a lot to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, I have not even started dating dudeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does the song you're listening to remind you of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.i.p? Reminds me of when Big Bang is coming to M'asia and then I start daydreaming about me getting super vip tickets to meet them face to face and stuff.....lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you get your last bruise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did not get any. Good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there someone who you instantly smile when you receive a message from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where was your default picture taken? (FB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Grandma's room, where the only mirror is hidden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nothing much happened today so, yeah. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What were you doing at 3am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about to get to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was your last text from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jien Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you date someone taller than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color/type of shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white Tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you still talk to your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ex calls you to hang out what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-' "Cnt! I have to do this really important thing at some place with some dude!" xD jk! ', Trish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will tomorrow be better than today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so (Im beggin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the person you last texted single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If an ex said they hated you, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-"Awww. I hate you too :)", Trish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm lovin her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you happy with the choices you've made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color underwear/boxers wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg ew, perv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget // Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,4, 21, 24 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini cup noodles, totally bad for health I know blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the stupidest thing you ever did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that you'll have to ask my friends (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, like wine and stuff? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was the last time, if ever, blacked-out from drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Must be scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eye Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black. I want grey contact lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What books are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Soup for the Soul, #1&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite football team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Idk?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter! Caramel works fine, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was the last time you got in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a LONG time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you still friends with people from kindergarten ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one. Roshen! haha. I can't believe it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What website do you frequently visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube/Gaia? I don't go on Gaia lately, though. My creative brain cells went on vacation so I can't roleplay nicely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a Tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are there people on your Facebook list that you would date or go on a date with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-'Ermmmmmmmmm. Oww look! Blue sky!' , Trish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, so damn long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8589075245829713401?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8589075245829713401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8589075245829713401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8589075245829713401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8589075245829713401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/stole-this-from-trysha-and-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4813323520887039239</id><published>2009-09-23T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:26:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying not to tell you :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg, went to Genting yesterday. Yes, late update I knowww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was actually a sudden vacation, my mom woke us up early in the morning to tell us that this aunt is taking is to Genting and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'OMG YAAAAAYY!! *squeees*' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Little did I know, that aunt's family tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'......y'serious? You want us to hang out with other people's family like....like....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeaaaah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C'mon, you should know how it feels like to be this outsider who just follows your friend and their family, and you get put aside because, You are an outsider, and you feel bad to ruin it for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y'get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....Nevermind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh wait, you do? Good for you then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, I know I'm not going alone, but still it's a bit...disturbing. Know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can't get on rides because they don't want to and you don't want to get lost and then you'll have to find them later, which is totally stupid and annoying. You also don't get on those thrilling rides when the kids just have to tag along. You don't get on rides when folks talk about how expensive they cost/how it's not worth it blahblahblah(Gah, hate that part. I get pissed when they do that. It's like, 'everything is about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONEYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;'. Know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also get pissed when my mom gets pissed at something as tiny as not wanting to get on a certain ride because it just seemed boring and then she would ruin everyone's moods and make everyone else pissy. She always does that, every single time we go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uhm...we only got to the indoors, cause, uhm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;negative negative negativeeessss&lt;/span&gt; :/ Yes, I was pissed because of that, too. Cause there was a lot of people at the outdoors, and the rides looked really awesome... I bet they are .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The indoors were okay. But there are a lot that I really want to go on to! Likelikelike the spinner, bumper boats, Tea Cup, the Fun Kart, roller coasters etc etc. The Flying Coaster seemed... too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it was extremely cold there. But I absolutely love it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the clouds were really ...erm, artistic and fluffy-looking? I felt the need to just leap out of the window and touch them! Oh and also, the sky was beautiful that day. Especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue sky&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunset&lt;/span&gt;. Ohhh I'm regretting again for not getting myself a camera so I can capture that moment! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;GAH!!!! IT WAS SOOO BEAUTIFULLL!!1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The height scares me at first, y'know, I'm afraid of heights... I was grabbing on to my brother's arm the whole time(he was prolly laughing at me inside... huh) when we were at the temple, which was the very first place we went. Not to mention that we were only halfway to the top of the bloody mountain and my legs were already shaking!! I've thought that I wouldn't make it when I get up there. Ahah, we were stuck in the indoors so, yeah I was safe. But the thrill just lessens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't get to take a visit to Snow World, Splash Pool and the Sky Venture! GAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I did get to the Adult Bumper Car and '4D Motion Master'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Hah, I remembered the name(I had the map with me to get the names of the rides. No one really cares what they call, right?) These were the best that I had, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And omg, Junior Bumper Cars were so teeennnyyy and CUTEE!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohohoh!!! Did I mention that I found this really cute dress? And it costs about a hundred buck? And my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thinking of buying it for me but her stupid mind changed like 'woooop, not worth buying'?&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE THAT DRESSS!!! It's like....o.m.g, I just had to have you! But o.m.g why do you cost that much...?&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH and also this purse, which is just HARDCORE(that's what is says on the purse, heeee!) and totally cute!!&lt;br /&gt;This one costs about 3o bucks, but eh, y'know my mom. Totally kedekut laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night thinking about those two and missing them and going crazy for not buying them home... That woke my Grandma up. (Yep, she's home, so I'm sleeping with her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;OMG I STILL MISS THEM!!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!  *going crazy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and uh, in case you still don't know, this is my first time to Genting. I know it's really late and stuff, but hey, people don't always get chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm really happy I get to go there. I feel really lucky too, cause my dad couldn't make it and he's always wanted to go there like, y'know the whole family together. Yeah, like a family trip or something. I feel bad now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to go to Genting again next year. This time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; my dad&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AND&lt;/span&gt; my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And also, extra cash (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Not to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;But i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;So i'm hiding what i'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;But i'm tired of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallin' for you&lt;/span&gt;, Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-I so can't wait till this Friday!!! Eeeeeee!!! *screams in sheer delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4813323520887039239?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4813323520887039239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4813323520887039239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4813323520887039239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4813323520887039239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-trying-not-to-tell-you-p.html' title='I am trying not to tell you :P'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-67908662836421778</id><published>2009-09-18T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:44:34.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol Becky thinks that i'm cute on my blog owo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that the 'anonymous' on my crapbox wasn't her, so who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUTJCbpf1Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUTJCbpf1Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'say Superman, Batman, like XO gossip man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am typing with only one hand. Wooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-67908662836421778?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/67908662836421778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=67908662836421778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/67908662836421778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/67908662836421778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-becky-thinks-that-im-cute-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3574082366525383747</id><published>2009-09-16T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:05:40.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee gee gee gee baby, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg I found my phone!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, I thought it was lost for good, and prolly dead. And it is dead...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how long it was lost for, and people keep telling me that I hadn't reply to their messages, or why I've never picked up and phones calls and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new one .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, yes, I am still constantly screaming 'BIG BANG' in front of random people and I've been drawing their names on my palms and also the desk (: Morning students are going crazy about it, cause they are the ones that's gonna rub'em off, and then the next day they'll have to do it again cause I'm still gonna scribble more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't you just leave'em alone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee Can't wait till next Friday so I can surpr----- *beeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUSH! IT'S EH SEKRIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG BAAAAAAAAANGGG!!!! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love Teddy's part, and also CL's Rap. And of course, GD's 'Gee gee gee gee Baby baby, GD GD baby baby' (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCgBq9cvKp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCgBq9cvKp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-3574082366525383747?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3574082366525383747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3574082366525383747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3574082366525383747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3574082366525383747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/gee-gee-gee-gee-baby-baby.html' title='Gee gee gee gee baby, baby'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6750053133925165130</id><published>2009-09-10T23:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:12:56.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my heart breakerrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay yes, I broke my promise and I'm very sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Transformers with my dad ._. But I only watched till half of it, which was prolly almost 3 a.m then, and my dad went all 'You have school tomorrow!' and freaked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps making that face and then whisper like madd D: I hate it. It's sooo...irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am very slow on the movies and stuff.... Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking about Big Bang the other night, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's talk about others then, before I go all hyper again. It took me and Becky a while to calm me down from the uhm....fan thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love WonderGirls, too. Especially the song, 'Nobody'. It's so addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I want nobody, nobody, but you *clap clap--clap* '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, I do that a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently I still can't stop yelling 'BIG BANG!!' in the middle of the class or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, first it was 'Sorry Sorry'&lt;br /&gt;Then 2ne1&lt;br /&gt;Then Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;Then WonderGirls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? SNSD? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you guys ever heard of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2ne1&lt;/span&gt;? No? WHY NOT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the female version of BigBang&lt;/span&gt;. Super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sqko2Imjy7I/AAAAAAAABB0/4QyGZcv4tdg/s1600-h/2ne102.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sqko2Imjy7I/AAAAAAAABB0/4QyGZcv4tdg/s400/2ne102.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379876140358028210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Bom, CL (Leader), Sandara/Dara, Minzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISEoXdHb4W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISEoXdHb4W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdciKPEDnKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdciKPEDnKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: Minzy's only 15 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I've lost my creative brain cells,again. Ugh, I WANT TO WRITE MORE DANG IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Here's a few more videos. Sorry if this, 'more videos, less words' starts to annoy you or something... I hate it, too.&lt;br /&gt;The word part, not the videos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjTEMBB-mjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjTEMBB-mjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is G-Dragon cute or whattt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4fKe9KkbLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4fKe9KkbLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx2M2hArejE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx2M2hArejE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ignore any double video postings...)&lt;br /&gt;-SheungRi is definitely improving a lot (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving the MV cause it's ... [PG] needed... But still, totally awesome. Check it out when your parents are not with you or something (:&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yeah, another fun fact. SheungRi is 18 going up to 19, the smallest in the group... OMG!! I thought he was 17 only!! Lucky him I guess (;&lt;br /&gt;-Also, TaeYang and SheungRi are great dancers. Lols I'm giving a lot of facts here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4fKe9KkbLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4fKe9KkbLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gummy is awesome. But Gummy is not in the MV. That was Dara from 2ne1 (: And TOP !!! Eeeeeeee 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiPGs_BDDBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiPGs_BDDBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeppers, that's G-Dragon in his new look for his new solo album. It kinda reminds me of Death Note... (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the hair. And he looks a bit more emo than before...But he still rocks!&lt;br /&gt;-Lols yes, my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check his new songs out. Their are awesome. He's featuring quite a lot of people from the YG Family ( The company family, YG's the name (: ) like, CL (;&lt;br /&gt;The album is also a way to help Big Bang get some attention and all, so G-Dragon's been really busy I guess... And it's really nice of him to do so many things for the group. Y'know as a leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;G-D, BIG BANG and also the others, FIGHTING!!! We'll always love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay stop before I get smacked on the head again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-I also apologize for any oversized videos posted in this... &lt;/span&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/1618127168353095969-6750053133925165130?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6750053133925165130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6750053133925165130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6750053133925165130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6750053133925165130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-my-heart-breakerrrrr.html' title='You&apos;re my heart breakerrrrr'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sqko2Imjy7I/AAAAAAAABB0/4QyGZcv4tdg/s72-c/2ne102.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2879551972811873070</id><published>2009-09-09T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:27:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OwO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, I'm currently really into Kpop. But I'm in love with this korean boybang, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG BANG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They are like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE CUTEST BOYBAND I'VE EVER SEEN!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SqaR1HBopjI/AAAAAAAABBk/pcAblNBlUUQ/s1600-h/bigbang6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SqaR1HBopjI/AAAAAAAABBk/pcAblNBlUUQ/s400/bigbang6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147146545636914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-TOP, DaeSung, TaeYang, G-Dragon(Leader), SheungRi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the whole weekend researching on them and watching their videos and documentaries. They just seem so...fun, y'know. AND CUTEEE!!! GAH! SLAP ME!! No, wait don't...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I went to school was telling my friends 'OMG, y'know BigBang? They're like sooo cuteee!!!' and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Becky said I was going crazy but I just kept on yelling 'I LOVE YOU BIG BANG!!' randomly at people.... I've never did that at all even if I was high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never felt so much love for any bands or singers before. Well, maybe I did... but only for Leehom and no one else. Eeee, must mean I really do love them!! I LOVE YOU!! xDD ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I gotta go. I'll update again tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta check them out, you'll love them like how I do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzCbEdtNbJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzCbEdtNbJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Cv3phvP8Ro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Cv3phvP8Ro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElrrbjaQfVE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElrrbjaQfVE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SqaTtDXiuXI/AAAAAAAABBs/Qa7371qd4jc/s1600-h/big-bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SqaTtDXiuXI/AAAAAAAABBs/Qa7371qd4jc/s400/big-bang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149207148083570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2879551972811873070?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2879551972811873070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2879551972811873070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2879551972811873070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2879551972811873070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/owo_6649.html' title='OwO'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SqaR1HBopjI/AAAAAAAABBk/pcAblNBlUUQ/s72-c/bigbang6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3786124308713235552</id><published>2009-08-17T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:10:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine, man!</title><content type='html'>Yep, for a whole six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm lucky? Well think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in school than being stuck here all day with my mom nagging me, or staring at the computer doing nothing. And if I sleep, I feel even worse. Like an old woman... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying, though. Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thing is, my mom thinks I copied the answers. Sad, I know. I felt like just giving up trying to make her understand me or something like that. She just...doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, today's the last day. Finally! (Yeah, sorry for the slow update...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet the gang. I'm definitely more happy when I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'see, I've heard someone said(forgotten who that is, sorry) that most people have two different personalities. Either when they are facing their family, or when with their friends. For example, me. I'm totally a different person at home. I'm like, totally sad and frustrated. And when I'm in school, my mind goes wild and I laugh a lot. I become braver and...well happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I need a counselor? I feel like I need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I want a mom like becky's. She can tell almost anything to her mom.&lt;br /&gt;But I so don't want a dad like her's, though. He's...over protective... But maybe that's a good thing. Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I don't use ebuddy or msn that much right now. Got bored of it. Cause everytime I'm on, no one is. So yeah, I don't want my comp to get lag because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26th, friends and I are going out. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I havent' been out for a long time now... *shakes dirty rusts away* But eh, I'd rather wait for a few more months for a day to go out with ma friends than going out with my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gah! Needs councelor!! D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will try my best to post more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-3786124308713235552?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3786124308713235552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3786124308713235552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3786124308713235552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3786124308713235552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarantine-man.html' title='Quarantine, man!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4925117676519067111</id><published>2009-08-05T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:53:39.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long since my last update, I knowwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's just a short one of what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed a play, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The Phantom of the Opera"&lt;/span&gt; with the gang -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebecca, Ho Yan, Sook Cheng, Tze Meng, Alex, Jien Hao, Yanshen, Shi ying, and uhh Yee Yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, quite a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out ...bad if I may say. Cause I think we're just a bit over stressed or something. Plus all the stupid arguing between us and *beep* (Yeah, am forbidden to tell you their names but eh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What is their effing problem, anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the play worked out quite okay... 'Cept the fact that people keep forgetting their lines(of course I did too when playing Meg Giry... Embarrassing!) and also when exactly to cut in, prolly because of stage fright. And they've forgotten to speak louder... our teacher said she could only hear some of it. Which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we were the first to perform? And we are also the only one to perform today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty unfair for us, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, we're were just a stupid, lame example for the others to see and then they'll be doing much much more better than us tomorrow. Shit, huh? I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I so want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,  we did have our laughs throughout the day. We felt awesome after performing. It's like..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'OMG IT'S FINALLY OVER WOOOOOO!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That.&lt;br /&gt;We also had quite a good response from the audience/ our classmates at a few scences, example the kissing part. And where Alex hit the table and yelled at tze meng. HAHA! He was nervous, that's why.  Alex was so confused with his lines, we had to stop for a few seconds thinking, what the hell was that?&lt;br /&gt;And then I immediately ordered people around to try to patch things up before the audience and teachers were just as confused. (Sorry for the ordering and stuff guys.... but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; the director, right? ....okay nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow we'll be boo-ing the others.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just joking. That's just something Becca would do (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-4925117676519067111?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4925117676519067111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4925117676519067111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4925117676519067111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4925117676519067111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-since-my-last-update-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8897225888925414594</id><published>2009-07-22T22:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:48:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare...</title><content type='html'>is to loose friends, or having them ignoring me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(actually it's the stupid nightmare where I have to fight all those disgusting zombies and then I saw my grandfather... but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that nightmare was coming true. And damn was it scary.&lt;br /&gt;They just stopped talking to me and looked away. Then when you walked over and asked them what their problem was, they treat you like you're invisible.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after sitting down and a little talking together,  &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; were solved and some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering what I'm talking about, I'm talking about guy friends, and the play we practiced for over a month and we now only have two weeks to practice the new one since changing chapters was the only way to please them just that little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I found out that boys are more childish and sensitive than girls...Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SmcpRgRPoXI/AAAAAAAABAM/VHlcJX2VtxY/s1600-h/480419f38gzdedqd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 43px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SmcpRgRPoXI/AAAAAAAABAM/VHlcJX2VtxY/s320/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361299262104641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seriously sucked...&lt;br /&gt;But, we had a few laughs throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as addicted to Rubik cubes as everyone else in school( I'm pretty sure it's not just out  school, righttt?) now. Sadly, I can only do one surface and not all of it...But I'm too lazy to look for the formulas and memorize them... Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive and forget?&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Wow... what a suck-ish post.... today really isn't my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS. Resolution #7 is definitely not going to happen...So I changed it. Not sure whether I'm actually allowed to change resolutions just like that.But #14 is done so yeah... new one coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-8897225888925414594?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8897225888925414594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8897225888925414594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8897225888925414594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8897225888925414594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst nightmare...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SmcpRgRPoXI/AAAAAAAABAM/VHlcJX2VtxY/s72-c/480419f38gzdedqd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3939109903163498553</id><published>2009-07-11T00:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:28:59.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilt your head and smile (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sld9w2PyiNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/O8OUPbEfqeg/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sld9w2PyiNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/O8OUPbEfqeg/s200/DSC00630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888559929428178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;; Observe my camwhoring skills *coughs and laughs* and my big, round nose.... Oh and new haircut, if it's clear enough to you....&lt;observe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/observe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;observe&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Get ready for my ultimate dissapearance from the internet 'cause woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bad results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bad ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't believe it either!! My eyes could just pop out right there when I saw those grades. Like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;are these mine? serious??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; WHAT THE FISH?! @#!*%!*#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And Report Card day( is that how it's suppose to be called? Cause I seriously don't know...) is tomorrow, my dad is going. Big woo I'm dead! What am I going to do? Blast the music to the max in those headphones while he yells at me? That would make it worse, trust me. Wait, did I just say I owned headphones? HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/observe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876872915535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You'll never guess what. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Only yesterday, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And I haven't got a reply from him. Yet, i hope... (I'm expecting a no, though... Ah wells)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, at least I did it. I feel much better after telling him. But awkward everytime we see each other... Sad. I don't want us to ignore each other like what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yushen&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; and I did earlier. Waaaaaay earlier,k?... I don't want to be invinsible to him even if I was just in front of him. Please no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I thought he was going to go like, hey, was it really you yesterday? in front of others today. But he didn't. He sat in my seat, stared at me some time, scribbled something on my desk and erased it (I think) and what else? I don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hah, he even brought his phone. I felt like snatching it from him and delete the messages I sent so he has no prove of my embarrasment when he goes off telling everyone, even if it's good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't want it to be a big fuss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876872915535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera. It's a good story, but I got bored of it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Becky is playing as Christine while Jien Hao is Erik , and we're doing chapter 8 and 9. Muaz and his group are doing the same! I can't believe it! And I saw their script, it's almost the same! That means we have to put more ideas in ours to beat them. I bet they're really good since they did this before. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If this play succeeds, I'm definately joining drama. I don't mean I've lost passion for photography, but I enjoy performing and directing. Aaand the audience, of course (: It can be a lot of fun. If things doesn't work out for me in show business,then photography it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That just sounds like a Resolution.... *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Becky is thrilled because of this. She's always wanted me to join drama with her. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HUG ME BECCA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876872915535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, I've just joined Facebook. I'm a bit slow, I know. I wasn't even planning on joining it, k? Cousins wanted me to, just for the games they have there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I was totally lost in Facebook a few days ago my eyes hurt. It's totally different than Friendster. I felt like a total nOOb and all ugh. But well, since I've started cam-whoring now, I think it's would work for me. All I need for now is just time for my brain to digest everything that has happened recently... So, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876872915535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've been coughing for almost a week now. Is that a fat joke? Why are the boys laughing when I cough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh, is it 'cause of the stupid swine flu? Well, I'm not as fragile as you think, k mate? It's just some silly cough... And I've seen the doctor, which is totally unnessicary( I know I know, wrong spelling... I'm confused!) as I expected. Just a waste of my parents money... A sad thing for my dad. A stupid one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Now I have to put these small bitter stones into my mouth, drink warm water and keep them up my throat for 10 seconds before I swallow... which is really hard for me cause I can't swallow a damn tablet and I'm now what, 13+? HA-HA , laugh all you want bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And the taste is killing me! Why can't they make medicine out of something sweet for humans instead of bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh, the bitter it is the better la? Fine, try stuffing the whole packet of it and keep them there for say... 2 minutes (you should give it a hard laugh if you really think you can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SldzIkuixyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wWIk288UVFQ/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876872915535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I apologize but I've reached the point where I'm totally wiped out of words or things to type. Wiped clean, but not shiny enough apparently *points at one-lined roleplays...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah wells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherios (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sld8tkD0cUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/bN6GT14gXcU/s1600-h/95855mkg2fpvflq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sld8tkD0cUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/bN6GT14gXcU/s320/95855mkg2fpvflq.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887403996148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-3939109903163498553?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3939109903163498553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3939109903163498553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3939109903163498553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3939109903163498553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/tilt-your-head-and-smile.html' title='Tilt your head and smile (:'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/Sld9w2PyiNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/O8OUPbEfqeg/s72-c/DSC00630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6261080582869212986</id><published>2009-07-01T01:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:03:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so the last weekends were the best so far!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for this so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;"Gala Kokurikulum Kem 2009"&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday, stayed there for the night, had lots of junk food stuffed in my mouth ( and I regretted), freaked out because everyone did when Priscilla started talking about Ghosts in the school and then people making stories up, slept for only 10 minits because it was dang hot and my head hurts and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BUT, the best part only started on the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PBSM, Puteri Islam, Scouts and Cadet Police &lt;/span&gt;had to compete on Sunday. And as we expected, our only enemy was Puteri Islam. They were really good. And I don't mean anything when I said that they were our only enemy, the others were good,too, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPOT ME! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr9x5U5A80o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr9x5U5A80o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, You see the part where we did the cheerleading part (Yeah it actually sucks 'cause it wasn't high enough but we had to do it fast :(  )  and everyone clapped? That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;We did the same on Teachers day, so people actually know us :D ( See? Perasan laaa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did their very best that day... ( 'Cept for Alex and probly Roshen 'cause they were wobbling about...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our practice for the past weeks were absolutely worth it. Now whenever I think about it I can't stop smiling like some girl going&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;GAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nihahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a result, we got ... two or three cups for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Commander, Best Group in Camp, Second in Marching and Formation&lt;/span&gt;( observe video :D and Puteri Islam got first. Yay for them!) and maybe some more which I'm not sure about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken after the competition where everyone gathered again just to please Melvin and the Seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_TLNLu8r0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_TLNLu8r0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITED; Today, Melvin treated us to Pizza :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; The guy that came up and stopped us in that video was the awesome Melvin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; Pause at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;0:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;( the one on the left that turned) get sesat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; Oooh now I realize I was the only one in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; shoes (In second video lar pleaseee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Pause once more at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;lols you can't see his face x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; stomping on the drain (Slap me for doing all these pls...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-6261080582869212986?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6261080582869212986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6261080582869212986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6261080582869212986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6261080582869212986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2698921238479466340</id><published>2009-06-20T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:22:00.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ha! I woke up at 4:30!! How lameee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2698921238479466340?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2698921238479466340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2698921238479466340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2698921238479466340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2698921238479466340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-i-woke-up-at-430-how-lameee.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-2942249583049978722</id><published>2009-06-19T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:56:26.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7_M7FGXTNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7_M7FGXTNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-2942249583049978722?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2942249583049978722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=2942249583049978722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2942249583049978722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/2942249583049978722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4297904677982871309</id><published>2009-06-17T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:16:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Omg I swear my heart was beating it's way out of my chest when he said that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah, things has been ... quite shocking and retarded actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not talking about the hols, dears. My holidays are not what you would call 'thrilling', cause it's bores the hell outta ya. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did beg my mom to bring me out and go for a little money-spending day. But nooo, she had to sit there and watch her soapy hong kong dramas and then doze off only after 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjfTNNRGN1I/AAAAAAAAA80/POgG6zri1DA/s1600-h/2055107vnlteeyldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjfTNNRGN1I/AAAAAAAAA80/POgG6zri1DA/s320/2055107vnlteeyldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347975306378884946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;he changed his seat in front of me.Wheeeee!&lt;/span&gt; I found a photo of class 6D    :D&lt;br /&gt;It's really retarded and I starting laughing whenever I see it. And now I stick it on the wall where my study table faces, so when I looked up, I'd go "Pfffffftttt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjpeSvja5yI/AAAAAAAAA88/daFLC1z4aqA/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjpeSvja5yI/AAAAAAAAA88/daFLC1z4aqA/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691183551571746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lols yes, I've found more Icons (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm joining another dance competition with Becky and the others. June 26. So closeee....&lt;br /&gt;And then there's PBSM. We have marches and camps next week. Gonna be quite busy practicing these few weeks.*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm quite excited about the camp and the competition. It's gonna be a blast! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjpeSvja5yI/AAAAAAAAA88/daFLC1z4aqA/s1600-h/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjpeSvja5yI/AAAAAAAAA88/daFLC1z4aqA/s320/355495tm6u3v4je6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691183551571746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel brain-dead again.... Such a short post....&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;EDITED;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Woot! Koey's back!! Missed her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-4297904677982871309?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4297904677982871309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4297904677982871309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4297904677982871309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4297904677982871309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-i-swear-my-heart-was-beating-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SjfTNNRGN1I/AAAAAAAAA80/POgG6zri1DA/s72-c/2055107vnlteeyldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-623250980339982907</id><published>2009-06-13T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:45:40.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdoing smileys.</title><content type='html'>I just realize that I have been watching wayyy to many Youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXpR4f0nYSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXpR4f0nYSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gUncstjbgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gUncstjbgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Foxty2SJ6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Foxty2SJ6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfzb-u9DqLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfzb-u9DqLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Excuse my lack of "Real Posting", I'm in a braindead situation. So I'll try to do that some other time... Soz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-623250980339982907?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/623250980339982907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=623250980339982907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/623250980339982907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/623250980339982907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/overdoing-smileys.html' title='Overdoing smileys.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6553082669534940799</id><published>2009-06-08T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:04:56.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are only some of my faves ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIvS6D58WD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIvS6D58WD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNq562uOQNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNq562uOQNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s57yKUHz9R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s57yKUHz9R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YEyTX9Wo14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YEyTX9Wo14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkvQyTZFEpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkvQyTZFEpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their channel on Youtube. Loads of mad funny videos :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's another video where Ryan Higa (y'know, Nigahiga... you do know, righttt?) is in it... something called "Green ball of Doom"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-6553082669534940799?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6553082669534940799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=6553082669534940799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6553082669534940799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/6553082669534940799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-are-only-some-of-my-faves-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-3008902348329181758</id><published>2009-06-08T01:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:54:03.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, today, tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Excuse the crappy headline. My creative brain cells are dead, what was I suppose to do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt; awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;-well, only part of it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to my grandma's cause my dad said No. And I don't know why, but he just said no... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;So sorry 'drea&lt;/span&gt; ): I wish I can make it up to you, someday... and somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, now I kinda hate the fact that we actually lived so far away from each other. Wouldn't it be nice if we all stayed close and we can visit each other everyday? *dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s1600-h/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 27px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s320/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344650127665595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I missed this icon. Don't you? (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I was forced to sit in the car and just follow wherever my dad was taking us to. Which ended up to be taking us to meet some customer and next to Seremban and then, go shopping. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIG WOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I finally get to strike out ONE of my wish list ( that's just sitting right to your right of the blog... if, you didn't notice... *coughs*). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wooooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwCASkJ-UI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ma13rJK7ZNc/s1600-h/dsc00499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwCASkJ-UI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ma13rJK7ZNc/s320/dsc00499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344649061788678466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Awesome, no? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanted to take a picture of me in them... but, eheh, that big ol' mirror is long gone ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okaay, I know it's no big deal that I just bought some pair of shoes. But it kinda is to me, mind you. I haven't been to a mall for ...months -now that I actually counted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they are a bit high. My mom insisted that I start buying high heels and claims that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; too short... But I have to admit, after squeezing them into my feet and looked at myself in the mirror, I do look like I was some "short arsed" and now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for once&lt;/span&gt;, I look fab :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Anddd, the best part is, IT WAS SOLD IN HALF PRICE!! YAY-nesss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I came into the house, I walked all over the house in them. My lil bro said I was going mad. Well, I'm going mad for the shoes, k? *squees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually a few more nice ones but, you know how I am with making decissions and all, I get all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hmm, which one is better? This, or thiss? Help me, I can't choose!"&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is one thing my mother and I, myself hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s1600-h/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 27px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s320/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344650127665595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my online friend,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;underline&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/underline&gt; (I promised I wouldn't tell anybody her real name... Soz) just came back from Pulau Banding/Tasik Temenggor (or was it the same place, just different names? Excuse me but I'm bad in GEOs)  in Perak, and I was bad 'cause I didn't reply to her and also because I was creditless (it always seemed to be the phone probs! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SRSLY NEED A NEW ONE, MAN! AND SOME CREDIT!!&lt;/span&gt; It's killing people aroung me D:  ), ehm but she didn't really mind. The problem is, she has...I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; an online boyfriend and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to chat with him the moment she came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all she got was, an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break-up&lt;/span&gt;. How sad is that??&lt;br /&gt;He said something about... "...you need some alone-time.. just from me" etc. And now she said she's okay but  her heart still hurts... Gosh, sometimes I really wish I can give her a real hug instead of some... type-hugs like this &gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt; or  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hugs tightly*&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*squeezes*&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She is my pet sis, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she lives somewhere near Andrea :D Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s1600-h/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 27px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s320/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344650127665595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my dad's new phone. IT'S A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMERA PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I wish he won't trade it for a new one next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwJsCFRAXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DFEBWLVHWCY/s1600-h/dsc00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwJsCFRAXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DFEBWLVHWCY/s320/dsc00479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344657509859787122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says there are Taiwan's apples...  So small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just got the news but I'm going to grandma's tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY OH WHY&lt;/span&gt; couldn't you just go today, man?? UGH, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is going on in your mind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwJsYcyEtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/KOse1_hUbhA/s1600-h/dsc00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwJsYcyEtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/KOse1_hUbhA/s320/dsc00497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344657515864003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cookie, mind you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.S: I missed both you and benji, drea! gosh, when's the next holiday?? Can I have the power to control time just this once? Pwetty pwease?    :&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-3008902348329181758?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3008902348329181758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=3008902348329181758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3008902348329181758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/3008902348329181758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, today, tomorrow.'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiwC-VRBA-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/JvmaouZf3rk/s72-c/443106pma1nxnp96-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-8660772594989862021</id><published>2009-06-03T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:47:59.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;My brother is now very happy that my own mom hates me more than him!! HOW &lt;strike&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/strike&gt; SAD  IS THAT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-8660772594989862021?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8660772594989862021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=8660772594989862021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8660772594989862021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/8660772594989862021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-brother-is-now-very-happy-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5268392416340963387</id><published>2009-06-03T13:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:50:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-So-Colorful...?</title><content type='html'>My mom hates me... Liek, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes out with her friends and brings me along and then go talk crap about me... Liek, if you're going to talk crap about me all the time, you should've told me first so I wouldn't have to listen to all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they're not even real. Or maybe it's just my bro but she kept thinking it was me that did all the bad stuff and everything...&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see one's good side and not the bad side &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt; ,woman??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys remember "A child called It" ?&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents act &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; the same as the child's mom... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh good lord, pleaseeee! I don't want an abusive family. Not now! Not anytime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at home, she wouldn't stop yelling at me in front of those little kids downstairs *glares*&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that I've taken all the sweets WE bought upstairs and stuffed everything into my mouth. Like hell, I did...&lt;br /&gt;And she's been asking me questions she'd asked A LOT OF TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;"Have you bath??"&lt;br /&gt;"Have you taken your vitamins??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH, DO YOU HAVE SHORT-TERM MEMORY OR ARE YOU JUST YELLING FOR FUN, WOMAN?&lt;/span&gt;  It's not fun at all, y'know? ... Those kids prolly think I'm some... bad and naughty girl... Well, I'M NOT,k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I have short-term memory because of her too...(Just over exaggerating, since I keep forgetting things after a short while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm hiding upstairs, avoiding her all the time,  not talking to her and trying not to answer her questions.&lt;br /&gt;But in return, she thinks that I'm just stuck to the computer and not wanting to come down. Well, I do have BOOKS to read, k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*chants*I'm not what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do not understand me better than myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So shaddup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: I may be going to Andrea's house next week. So woooo, a week outside of hell! And I may miss out a few plans like parties and all... I missed her,k? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITTED :&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize how long my posts are when I thought they were just very short.... Ha!&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my projectplaylist.com password AND username...how lame is that? ...How am I suppose to add more songs into my playlist now? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/features/tvblog/080526/michael_urie_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/features/tvblog/080526/michael_urie_320x240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love the both of them (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-5268392416340963387?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5268392416340963387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5268392416340963387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5268392416340963387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5268392416340963387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-so-colorful-post.html' title='Not-So-Colorful...?'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5081444723631955696</id><published>2009-06-03T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:47:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless...</title><content type='html'>Moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is currently very,very lazy to post something.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently I do have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;, to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;BUT what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;too lazy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I promise, I will post something very soon when Rebekah sends me those videos I'm dying to see right now. Eeeep! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiVXUmLLtaI/AAAAAAAAA78/KmPeV_HAwSQ/s1600-h/Photo+12_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiVXUmLLtaI/AAAAAAAAA78/KmPeV_HAwSQ/s320/Photo+12_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342772544301413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1618127168353095969-5081444723631955696?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5081444723631955696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5081444723631955696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5081444723631955696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5081444723631955696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SiVXUmLLtaI/AAAAAAAAA78/KmPeV_HAwSQ/s72-c/Photo+12_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-4484730832509798879</id><published>2009-05-26T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:09:18.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Wooooooo!!</title><content type='html'>Poo, what a tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;I slept and woke and slept and woke ... But now it is, sort of great for me cause 1) I can't get my mind off of STUFF that happened yesterday and 2) I'm tired. Like, totally stuffed up. So now, I can sleep well by just falling over something soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody studies for the exams. And I thought nobody bothered to. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Am having Chinese and Moral tomorrow. Gah, I had to memorized a lot of stuff from just these two subs. My mind is explodingggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and &lt;strike&gt;Miss Brainy&lt;/strike&gt; Becca decided to go "Hey, let's stay up late and study together!... Through the phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's a good idea since Cell phone = Distraction. But eh, I kept texting her about chinses and stuff I don't understand. And she goes "I thought your chinese better than mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I SHALL FAIL IN CHINESE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because now I know my mom won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HAH! I'm so  not taking Chinese next year!! I simply cannot afford to take an extra subject and fail in it when I already knew I would... That would be another proof of me being an absolute idiot, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1 AM, I asked "Are you tired already?"&lt;br /&gt;She never replied. Probably means she is now alseep on the study table and having saliva coming out from her mouth and made her book all... ugh (HAH! just joking,k?) .Which is a real shock to me, cause I thought she could tahan better than me.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, alseep on the table. I've done that a couple of times last week... totally retarded! All I did was just slam my head on the table and twist around till I get comfortable etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: I have missed two weeks of Ugly Betty, Desperate Housewives, Navy NCIS, Prison break etc. I so so need freedom and the telly naoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.P.S: And I believe I look like shit right now. All panda-eyes etc... Yeeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. I found out that my lil brother was much focused than I am tonight. Weirdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/ShwSQck4hmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MRLtYg9HinI/s1600-h/robots-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/ShwSQck4hmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MRLtYg9HinI/s320/robots-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163331912664674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;P.S: Sadly, we have decided not to perform for the morning sessions this Friday (But I so so want to...). Lots of'em go "Whyyy want to perform in the morning? Nice meh? Scary lehh..." and stuff... But it's fun I tell you!! FUN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But of course, we are still performing for our dear afternoon sessions. CAN'T WAITTTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Allyson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618127168353095969-4484730832509798879?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4484730832509798879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=4484730832509798879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4484730832509798879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/4484730832509798879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-wooooooo.html' title='Big Wooooooo!!'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/ShwSQck4hmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MRLtYg9HinI/s72-c/robots-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5043568842417039077</id><published>2009-05-26T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:56:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A whole lot of things were going through my mind last night, and they still are now. This has  caused me to feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;happy&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(weirdddd)&lt;/span&gt; and lacked of sleep. But I couldn't care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted Becca about what happened yesterday just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I now roughly know they, have also dated before.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to hate on her or anything.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why would I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad and I wanted to cry. But oddly, I ended up smiling instead. Gah! Am I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mental&lt;/span&gt; already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I  feel like an absolute FAILURE! AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Maybe I should write a "thrilling" novel about my crappy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1618127168353095969-5043568842417039077?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5043568842417039077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5043568842417039077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5043568842417039077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5043568842417039077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/texted-becca-about-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-5963233717506515962</id><published>2009-05-25T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:06:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am heartbroken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm am not sad.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, me being weird and stupid and all... *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fact #1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when school finally ends, my crush walks in front of me and well, yeah, my head starts to think about stupid stuff. Then this girl came and greeted him with like, a hug and they seemed really closeeeeee, and I've talked to that girl before (a long time ago, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;My mind goes "OMG WTF? Is he...Are they...NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really, really sadistic at that moment... And friends didn't know :/ (If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; of them knew, they would most prolly ignore me for the rest of their life and hate on me.Just maybe... See my point?)&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously 'cause they don't know I had a crush on him!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows. And now I'm going like, is that a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe that's why he never notices since it was just 'not too obvious at all'&lt;br /&gt;If that made any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm such a FAILURE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well,I'm giving you the chance to guess who the hell he is... I bet you wouldn't know. HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T say anything about this in ze' crapbox... Try commenting, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I had even planned on ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;confessing&lt;/span&gt; to him this Friday...Yeesh, so much for my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #3 : Be Boyfriended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my deadline is like... before my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;See : aaaaaages. *spazz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fact #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bitches sitting behind me were discussing answers during the exams. And nobody seems to be stopping them or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt; them except me.... This proves that the teachers are all blind and deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fact #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Am getting really forgetful. This, making me want to just take notes of the stuff I did so I can just blog about my crappy life. Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;It is like, wherever I go, I'm always trying to remember and go "Oooh, must put that in later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I suppose I put things on here because they area the things that are stuck in my head, and the things that are stuck in my head will explode if I don't let them out, so it's sort of necessary to have a place to put them, k? (This doesn't make any sense, yes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I mean, blogs are like, internet diaries right? If it was a proper diary, then I would have written things down here maybe. BUT OH LOOK I JUST DID! :D *dumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;WTF? I'm going to loose a whole 50 marks just because I didn't do her portfolios etc.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I STUDIED SO HARD FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;??! NOOOO WAIIII!!!! *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh great, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;green apple&lt;/span&gt;. Sour... *sulks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gosh I'm such a sadarse. *slaps self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am too stupid to live,yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.S: It is now 1:52 AM. I have been staying up till this late (or later) to study for stressful exams. See? I am moarr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; than you think! SUCKER!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.P.S: Ahem, I currently and temporally may not post up 'love' images... Due to the crap that I am still thinking about... Ugh, can't get it out of my headdddd!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLLPPPP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;...and Everything should go all "Whoop-de-doo" and "HooHaa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Allyson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/1618127168353095969-5963233717506515962?l=onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5963233717506515962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1618127168353095969&amp;postID=5963233717506515962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5963233717506515962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1618127168353095969/posts/default/5963233717506515962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdance-withyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-heartbroken.html' title='I am heartbroken...'/><author><name>Allyson.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473355116522617716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guUeTuoj0cM/SlYP48sBupI/AAAAAAAAA-s/zrbe9MbiKkA/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618127168353095969.post-6130015922640746500</id><published>2009-05-25T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:48:45.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oiiz! I'm not stupid, yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Um.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ellos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked... But not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;Got dragged by my mom to the bookstore today.I was pretty excited at first (since I've been rotting at home for not being able to go out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucketh!&lt;/span&gt;), but she just had to make my mood swing about when she told me what NOT to wear... I was like "Wth, it's not like I have a lot of clothes to choose from!"&lt;br /&gt;So bug off and just let me wear whatever I have, woman. (Gosh, I'm such a sadarse...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the moment we hit the road, my parents started their argument, again.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I have, well, predicted this would happen since she was ready to explode very soon.  So yeah, they started yelling on and on...&lt;br /&gt;My brother laughed, though. And then I followed. I had no idea why we were laughing but they didn't stop and neither did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't whether or not to post this up here but.......I felt like I have to.&lt;br /&gt;My mother, declared divorce to my dad...&lt;br /&gt;Not really surprising to me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's 'cause their "daily argument"? Iono...&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it would be any sooner...Just, maybe, a few more months? Or if I'm lucky enough... Next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, mother dragged me to the racks of revision books before letting me off to the novels. Sad. I felt irritated at that moment cause I couldn't wait to stick my nose to some romance and comedies. I'm in urgent need of happiness and laughter right now (due to the stress of exams...pfft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Sejarah, Geo, Maths, Science...what else? Oh, English, my favorite (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really need the english ones actually, since I've got this really good english tuition by this... sorta hot-tempered but great grammar and accent guy. And he kept giving us these deep, deeeeeeppp english excersises... But I don't mind, actually. I like'em ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point.&lt;br /&gt;After looking through almost the whole row of crappy revision books, I'm finally free.&lt;br /&gt;And so off I go to the novels! *flies*&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I saw a familiar figure in between the rows. Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;A friend I have not seen since, like, what? when I was only 7??  HAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Quek. (Go ahead and laff all you want at the surname... Like I really care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went all "Omigosh, it's kimmy! Should I talk to her? ...Does she even remember me?? Gawwddd...."&lt;br /&gt;I just... pretend I didn't see her, hoped my brother wouldn't come and embarrass me again, and started to go through stacks of novels while I slowly approached her. (She was looking at Mr.Midnight... like wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;My eyes caught a lot of awesome book covers or eye-catching names... and the pricing, OH! MY EYES!&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do they have to cost so much? This would make my mother go "No! You can buy five more books for your revision with that price!!" ..... Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Kimmy. She actually saw me and remembered, and then her brother came too. Christopher, he's still fat... But tall, at least. (: So kimmy came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy: Oh.my.gosh. Hiu mun?? *dramatic as always*&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *stares*... *gasp* Kimberly???&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy: Omigosh, you remember! Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *mumbles*I thought you didn't remember.... haha HIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;Christopher: *dumb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't hug or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, IS THAT EPIC OR WHAT?! xD&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, I didn't bump into their parents... They would start asking me daily-life questions that makes me feel... awkward. Like, school,exams, tuition and everything! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Bought this great book called "Big Woo! My not-so-secret-teenage-blog" by Susie Day.&lt;br /&gt;I did  consider buying the other one called " Who's that girl?" that was prett
