<?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-31845149</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:16.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3324092286725887964</id><published>2007-08-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:11:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>http://foreveyoung.imeem.com/music/WVIG_vk8/forever_young/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3324092286725887964?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3324092286725887964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3324092286725887964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3324092286725887964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3324092286725887964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello_12.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-5095315862805649808</id><published>2007-08-12T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:10:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/O2eiWM91yU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/O2eiWM91yU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-5095315862805649808?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5095315862805649808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=5095315862805649808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5095315862805649808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5095315862805649808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-1531513828462205274</id><published>2007-06-06T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:38:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hardly have time nowadays. I feel so busy all the time. And also, i think i get very insensitive. Even though i try so hard to be sensitive where it comes to a point that I'm trying so hard to be that it turns out that ive tried too hard, tried so hard to a point that i'm back where i don't want to be. Insensitive. If that made sense. aaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye i got a million assignments to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-1531513828462205274?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/1531513828462205274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=1531513828462205274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/1531513828462205274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/1531513828462205274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hardly-have-time-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-673890842648841171</id><published>2007-05-14T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:32:36.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such</title><content type='html'>Hopnight was awesome. My saturday was awesome. Spiderman was awesome. School is awesome. ha. I think everything is awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Andrea, Cheryl, Robyn, Jaime and all the IJ people i havnt seen in ages. I just saw Julie yesterday though! I miss IJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAA! I have 2 tests coming up and a zillion of project work to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's mac's screen cracked! my goodness, and she has no insurance for it. i know, i know, who buys insurance for their laptop HAHA but my dad was persistant. And see! Insurance DOES help, so stop laughing Firdaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa graphic comm is so boring, what the hell is he talking about. oh well, i'll go pay attention now. Oh yes, before i go, yesterday firdaos went to buy STATIONERY cos he "wants to study in lectures now". But what is he doing? Chatting on msn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-673890842648841171?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/673890842648841171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=673890842648841171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/673890842648841171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/673890842648841171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-such.html' title='I am such'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-6295320769488078049</id><published>2007-04-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:40:36.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havn't blogged in years. My laptop charger spoilt, and so i had to conserve bettery the whooole weekend, only using it when i really needed to. So now, i'm charging with firdaos' charger, and can only collect my charger on Wednesday. Irritating. No one knows ho frustrating it is to have to ask my mother for her password every single time i felt the need to use the computer and then having to use windows when i just got used to mac. ha ha. i love my mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i'm soooo glad tomorrow's a holiday. yessssssss. hahha. Even though it hardly makes a difference cos i start school at 2 which means i can still sleep in school or no school. Why cant labour day be on Thursday. i hate thursdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.&lt;br /&gt;Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?&lt;br /&gt;The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a prostitute...."&lt;br /&gt;"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million."&lt;br /&gt;"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."&lt;br /&gt;Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old man a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-6295320769488078049?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/6295320769488078049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=6295320769488078049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6295320769488078049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6295320769488078049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-havnt-blogged-in-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-4299810648537136997</id><published>2007-04-19T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:23:58.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My teacher didn't come, so our 3 hour class is cancelled!! which leaves me, with a 4 hour break. AWESOME! seriously. We're just having coffee and chilling at the atrium, firdaos style. hahaha. "I don't like him, he looks like pig's genitals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or actually, we're ABOUT to go to the atrium to chill with coffee, but he has to come install some shit on his mac cos he DIDN'T COME for the macbook training, and it takes a whole bloody hour. And being nice, im accompanying him. After which he promises to buy me coffee. So that's good right there, i'm practicing my marketing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaos just asked me "Can you lend me your crotch? I need a place to put my bag" hahaha. That guy really cracks me up, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay about half an hour left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that single digit buses are quite, well, hilarious. What is with them really, they don't really make sense. What they are trying to say is that all buses start from number 1 and end with number something. Is that the idea with HDB blocks too? Who knows really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thursdays. I have 2 three-hour classes and only a 1 hour lunch break which passes ever so quickly. AND i start at 9 and end at 6. What a terribly long day. I miss secondary school. I've not really eaten good food here except for the chicken tuna sandwich. And m&amp;ms. I've yet to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-4299810648537136997?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/4299810648537136997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=4299810648537136997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4299810648537136997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4299810648537136997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-teacher-didnt-come-so-our-3-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-5353223460017301450</id><published>2007-04-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:29:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school! hahah. today we had this 'thinking' class. my goodness. what is that about. seriously. and before that is two hours of sports and wellness! wednesday is like a slack day, no studies at all! the only flaw is that i start at 8. meaning. I have to leave at like 6.30. This is ridiculous, that's earlier than secondary school. oh manxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well there's some event on tonight at school and we've all decided to be fun spirited and go. So i'm just passing some time at the atrium now. Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-5353223460017301450?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5353223460017301450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=5353223460017301450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5353223460017301450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5353223460017301450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-school-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-7753607279975048670</id><published>2007-04-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:10:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I think if i don't marry you i'll probably have an affair with you."&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i don't know why but i find that such a comforting thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's reeeaaally fun. Well the projects and all have not started yet, so we're just attending tutorials and lectures and stuff, but the people i've met are seriously, waaay too cool for school. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we had steamboat for dinner and my mum doesnt belive in chicken stock, she's into chicken bones and soya beans kinda soup, so when she was done with dinner and only me and justin were left, we added a whole block of chicken stock inside. hahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i gotta wake up early tomorrow, good night yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-7753607279975048670?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/7753607279975048670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=7753607279975048670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7753607279975048670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7753607279975048670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-if-i-dont-marry-you-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-7110349576766609113</id><published>2007-04-16T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:35:06.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging for rachael. invasion invasion invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael is smelly because justin gave her his smell. hello rachael! i am coming back in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; WHO IS PUMPED? I SAIDDDDD WHO IS PUMPED??!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT'S NO ONE, I'M GOING TO PUNCH YALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody listen to boyslikegirls. they make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-7110349576766609113?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/7110349576766609113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=7110349576766609113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7110349576766609113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7110349576766609113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-like-blogging-for-other-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-6761928461266130184</id><published>2007-04-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:07:08.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RACHAEL!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;come back from camp soon! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&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/31845149-6761928461266130184?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/6761928461266130184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=6761928461266130184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6761928461266130184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6761928461266130184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/rachael-i-miss-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-8165893338685998458</id><published>2007-04-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:57:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uurghh i'm so annoyed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you really wanted to you'd at least try to make an effort right? Not just accept the situation as it is. What the hell. This is such bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-8165893338685998458?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/8165893338685998458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=8165893338685998458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/8165893338685998458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/8165893338685998458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/uurghh-im-so-annoyed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-5431888934265874864</id><published>2007-04-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:22:13.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Prema i really love her so much, she does soo much for me, and i love all out lepaking at various places together (starbucks! coffebean! silence!) HAHAHAR. and she understands me so very well, i absolutely loveee talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i did not just write this cos you made that comment.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-5431888934265874864?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5431888934265874864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=5431888934265874864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5431888934265874864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5431888934265874864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-prema-i-really-love-her-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-2683950599516014929</id><published>2007-04-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:13:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sick today but i still went out just now. Hahah. I had to see Justin la. Oh my god, reminds me. that day the funniest thing happened. hahahar.&lt;br /&gt;I got locked out of the house and it was around 11 plus, so i didnt wanna sit outside waiting for my parents to come back. The most annoying thing was, my sister was at home! She was just sleeping and when she's sleeping she's oblivious to any sound around her. Even an alarm clock. No wait, especially an alarm clock. So i called Justin to see if he could let me crash there for awhile til my parents reached home which would be God know what time.&lt;br /&gt;So i was in his room feeling soo bored cos he was sleeping. And i had nothing to do. So i sat at his desk and saw there was paper lying around, so i got out a pen and started writing him a letter.  After awhile he stirred from his sleep and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Hey what're you writing?&lt;br /&gt;Rachael: A compo&lt;br /&gt;J: seriously? About what?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yea! Cats. And their adventures.&lt;br /&gt;J: ohhh... (stirs and goes back to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. okay first of all, who writes a compo at eleven o clock at night. Or even writes a compo RANDOMLY about cats for that matter. Thats not the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning at church he comes up to me and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Eh i forgot to read your compo la! The one about cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i burst out laughing. hahahahaha. He is so cutei tell you, i mean the fact that he actually remembers me saying it and the fact that he believed it... okay you get the picture. (Sorry Justin! it was just so cute i had to write it! (: )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Im gonna go sleep now. I've a very screwed up throat. Good night yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-2683950599516014929?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/2683950599516014929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=2683950599516014929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2683950599516014929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2683950599516014929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-sick-today-but-i-still-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-2399656662055517209</id><published>2007-04-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:27:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back from camp. It was kinda sad actually, leaving, and campfire night was da bomb. Yesyes, alot of memories for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so irrinoyed just now. My stupid phone keeps hanging on me and halfway through a call it'll go off, even WITH a fully charged battery. Uuurgh. The mysteries of motorola. Whats so nice about a skinny phone if its gonna collapse on you. Seriously. I relate that entirely to kate moss. i dont know why, but she just came to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick from camp so i turned down both offers - go for holy thursday mass or go out with Garrett. hahah. Both were tempting but, oh well. My fever got the better of me. Okay goodearlynight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-2399656662055517209?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/2399656662055517209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=2399656662055517209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2399656662055517209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2399656662055517209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-7746075090597022329</id><published>2007-04-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:51:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i booked out of camp early. I couldnt take it. I had a major headache and was so tired that i slept all the way through lunch today. I woke up, had lunch, then went back to sleep. And was awoken with a text message from a guy i met at camp who also booked out early. Hahah. He's having his monthly throat inflammation. i know, monthly! sca-reey.&lt;br /&gt;But we're going to book in again tomorrow for the campfire night. And i tell you, he's my life saver really. If i hadn't met him, i dont know, but THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok-aay, my headache's killing me i shall go sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-7746075090597022329?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/7746075090597022329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=7746075090597022329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7746075090597022329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/7746075090597022329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-so-i-booked-out-of-camp-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3682855695025995200</id><published>2007-03-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:12:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days i've been having pms. So everything just sucked balls. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking of the time andrea and i were in the train and this happened.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: Have you ever seen someone so short that when she sits on a chair her feet cant touch the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. &lt;br /&gt;Andrea: (looks to her opposite left and nudges me)&lt;br /&gt;At that exact precise moment, like it was meant to happen, we saw an old lady, feet dangling off the chair in an attempt to touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay no offence to people who are not that tall really, it just seemed like such a funny thing, talking about something and then seeing it in front of your eyes the very next second. hahar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a stupid day. Only one thing i was looking forward to and that didnt turn out quite so well either. okay bye then goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3682855695025995200?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3682855695025995200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3682855695025995200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3682855695025995200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3682855695025995200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-few-days-ive-been-having-pms.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-4627839875007244604</id><published>2007-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:45:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i finally got my laptop (okay my dad got it for me) and i finally got the internet running (okay my dad did that one too) and now i'm getting everything set up, from the very slow. woah. this could take ages i tell you. so many things to do. and all that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes and im feeling so very emotive today. whyyy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side i just watched this funny movie called Grandma's boy and i grew my nails out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-4627839875007244604?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/4627839875007244604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=4627839875007244604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4627839875007244604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4627839875007244604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-so-i-finally-got-my-laptop-okay-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-2005854197001064203</id><published>2007-02-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:12:47.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowzer. Aloot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are like.shocking. seriously. But good shocking you know. I mean, i so totally expected for my science and english grades to be switched. Okay i didnt expect it, i wanted it. But Oh well. Happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. i got sick recently and Zack at work keeps laughing at my pimple and i miss Judith and i felt good talking to Robyn and Jaime at Carl's Jr the other day and Priss and Van you make non-a-mathian class fun (of course cheryl you do too but you know priss and van think i forgot them!!) and andrea's in biiig trouble. hahaharharhar nah i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a gooood day:)) Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-2005854197001064203?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/2005854197001064203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=2005854197001064203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2005854197001064203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/2005854197001064203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/02/wowzer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3512861926746259337</id><published>2007-01-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:12:48.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of never ever blogging again or having any contact with the outside world but then Judith said 'i love you' and it helped. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Gymming with Holly FINALLY happened last week. Since like, last month? Which is practically last year. haha. And i've been gymming daily. Every.single.day. I seriously have nothing better to do cos everyone's either working, in school or in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of working, i have to go for stupid work training class which totally ruins my plans all the time. Okay yea i get paid for it and all but come on. sitting there for 7 hours in craa-zy. Okay i get a 1 hour lunch break. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i got to finally see robyn! Okay we only watched one movie but i really miss her. AND jaime and the whole sit-in-the-hall-doing-papers-but-talking-so-loudly thing. Hahah. Robyns voice would just go onn and onn with Andreas behind me when i'd be trying to get some sleep. Or sometimes i'd be talking to Cheryl. And Jaime would sit riiiight in front cos no one else wanted to 'make the first move' and she wanted the fan and we'd all sit behind her so she wouldnt scold us for copying. hahahaha. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3512861926746259337?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3512861926746259337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3512861926746259337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3512861926746259337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3512861926746259337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-thinking-of-never-ever-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-5681842094060459789</id><published>2007-01-21T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:43:57.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh nhedjhfuashuiaasiwxx. I lost my wallet with EVERYTHING inside. Uuuurrgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;AND I lack exercise AND i have stupid work training AND i have to re-create all my accounts or i wont get paid AND i;m pms-ing. So perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realise my blog is dead. Hahah. Oh well, considering my disappearance act in nov/dec, its no one's fault. hahah. But the point is, im blogging to release all this pent up frustration in me. jhfdkuhfajskhndfsjkh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the bright side! My mum just called to cancel my account and a guy called Moses said the account will still be the same! He'll send me a new card. Oh yay. No more long queues and waiting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS JUSTIN LAA :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-5681842094060459789?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5681842094060459789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=5681842094060459789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5681842094060459789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5681842094060459789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-nhedjhfuashuiaasiwxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3133604237240494986</id><published>2007-01-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:06:05.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HARHAR. RAY RAY THIS THE FIRST TIME I'M BLOGGING FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, rachael's day at work on monday wasn't as bad. the manager's pretty nice after all.  right? yes she/he is. but but someone did something really that surprised/shocked/angered rachael. just nasty. my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i miss rachael. and i'm going to see her tomorrow. yipeedookayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU BABY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3133604237240494986?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3133604237240494986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3133604237240494986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3133604237240494986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3133604237240494986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/harhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-6690629496440341310</id><published>2007-01-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:05:05.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UURGH!  i really have &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; luck today. I just typed out a whooole blog entry and my computer died on me &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; before i could click 'publish'. And i just found out that the manager for tonights night shift is the manager i purposely took night  to get away from! hdufhjfnsjd. Great, &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, me and cheryl had problem at work the other day. Those papeks macam ada polliwogs be trippin yo. hahaha. And i feel bad. Cos we always laugh at Jun Cheng but when Cheryl needed him to replace her, there he was! To the rescue. Nice la that fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I wanna go back to school laa. I miss my friends, i miss recess, i miss going into oblivion(inside joke? haha), and i miss PE lessons. Ramona and all her funny antics. I remember that day me and Cheryl wrapped her with scotch tape, and she just stood there, letting us do it, not fighting us back. hahahaha i miss ramona la! AND. i miss non-amath-ians class, with Mr Yeo. (Ba da taime/ o mai got) aiyaa, i miss it :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-6690629496440341310?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/6690629496440341310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=6690629496440341310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6690629496440341310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/6690629496440341310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/uurgh-i-really-have-awesome-luck-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-8762474604339216579</id><published>2007-01-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:10:39.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ho!&lt;br /&gt;Work was kinda fun today. Except for the part where i broke a plate. hahaha. and thank GOODNESS that annoying guy wasnt there today. Zack and Syahir today. Cheryl always works with them! Wahbuneh. Not fair. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. i realise that eating cold watermelons are not very nice. They kinda result in a brain freeze. I dont even like watermelons. Anyway, the point is, my mum made fruit salad today and though the water melons added to the nice &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;, its not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, bye all. I excited for tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-8762474604339216579?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/8762474604339216579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=8762474604339216579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/8762474604339216579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/8762474604339216579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-ho-work-was-kinda-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3785785902345690214</id><published>2007-01-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:50:39.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously need some sense of control. I keep buying things. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And oh my gawwwwd there's this guy at coffeebean who pisses the &lt;em&gt;shiat&lt;/em&gt; outta me. hahaha. He thinks i dont know anything and always tells me stuff like im sooo new there. uurgh. There was once a group of 15 people came in, and they ordered a trillion drinks, and he was happily doing the cashier while i did EVERYTHING. And when i asked him if he could help me wash all he said was "nonono, i must observe how you do". i felt like telling him, Well maybe you can observe at a time when there are no waiting customers!!! Beeyatch.  He just bloody STOOD there. stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Then the manager came out from the kitchen and asked if we could manage and before i could ask for help he said "Yes, &lt;em&gt;i'm&lt;/em&gt; doing fine." !!!!! HELLO. I was the one doing everything and he said he's doing fine?! Walao feel like kicking him in the pollywogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met cheryl today. We talked and laughed about Jun Cheng. hahahaha. Funny la that fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, love you ALL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3785785902345690214?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3785785902345690214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3785785902345690214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3785785902345690214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3785785902345690214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-seriously-need-some-sense-of-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-4723125821671019286</id><published>2007-01-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:30:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes the most unplanned and last-minute outings are the funnest? Today was that kinda day. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith, i love you okay? Remember, aussie emo guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;Fel, you are a very very strong person. i love you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, of course i love ALL my friends la. I realise i hve nothing else to blog about. Emosity. haha. Oh well. I love you too priss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-4723125821671019286?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/4723125821671019286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=4723125821671019286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4723125821671019286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/4723125821671019286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-how-sometimes-most-unplanned.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-1168501712025128274</id><published>2007-01-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:31:35.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wowzer. where have i been? hahaha. Happy New Year all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everyone had school. So i went swimming by myself this morning. Project 'start exercising again' was put into action. hahaha. THEN being the sister i am i went aallll the way to school(which i'm not in) to pass my sister her clarinet she forgot. and i saw nicole and rachel! It was so nice talking to them after so long, nicole's hilarious, haha. She said she didnt study hard and came late for some of her n level papers so she prayed to the saint of hopeless cases and she passed all her papers! wah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, working at coffeebean has been so fun. haha. the pays kinda shit la, but the people and all are really nice and funny so working's like not really work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema, fel, van, ally, pauline, priss, andrea love you'll so much. :) I miss alot of people la arrrgghh.  Jaime and robyn? Anytime now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin asked me to blog about how good he is. hahaha. K have fun in school all, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-1168501712025128274?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/1168501712025128274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=1168501712025128274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/1168501712025128274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/1168501712025128274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2007/01/wowzer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-5301050172335328097</id><published>2006-12-20T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:51:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How could i know that everything you said were lies about devotion and desire. I know the spark inside your eyes was just a match i used to set myself on fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday is a really funny show. Anyway wow, when was it since i last blogged? Since ever.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining very heavily right now, has been since last night. And since we're on the topic of random, i really like the colour black. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, jim. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-5301050172335328097?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5301050172335328097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=5301050172335328097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5301050172335328097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/5301050172335328097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-could-i-know-that-everything-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-3748469999338826793</id><published>2006-12-05T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:36:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wo de God (blasphemy, o-ho hahahahha.) Working at the IT fair was such an experience! Met soooo many HILARIOUS people. There was this guy, he looked so super non-chinese but his name is the most chinese name EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm Yew Loon. Lee Kuan Yew the Yew" hahahahhahahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is soooo blur i tell you! Prema decided to be random and asked him "Whats your favourite material of MRT flooring" as a joke la, not thinking he will ACTUALLY answer! But he said "er, i think marble" hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can u imagine, someone steps into an mrt station and punches his fist into the air saying "Yesss, marble." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then, we couldnt tahan la, so we just laughed in front of him, and he said "Eh got joke! Share leh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AIYO. that boy is the blurest dude ever! Er dude. we were kinda laughing about you. (Lee Kuan Yew the you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;) He is cute you know, but when he opens his mouth, i tell you, ah beng MAJOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paps, i miss you'll. And what happened to 1st december? Aiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aaa i hate misunderstandings you know that so WHYYYY must it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry that sometimes i act that things dont affect me when it does. Sorry you got pissed at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love you'll :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Judith call me ill send u the pic soon! hahahaha. love ya:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-3748469999338826793?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3748469999338826793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=3748469999338826793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3748469999338826793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/3748469999338826793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-wo-de-god-blasphemy-o-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116472727499947848</id><published>2006-11-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:21:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously la. I should just have the phrase 'BOUND TO BE EMBARRASSED ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE' stamped on my forehead. Except it wouldn't fit? i dont know. I am seriously an embarassment magnet. !!!!! aaaaaaamsdfjkadbgf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema's party was so so fun. Seriously, you damn horny kia la walao, freeeaaak your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i love Bern and Van :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day my 6 year old cousin told me "I hate this. They're(as in my uncles cos they wouldnt let her play cards with them) &lt;strong&gt;wrecking&lt;/strong&gt; my life." oh my. i had no idea people got emo so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i actually met a person who ACTUALLY says ABOURIT. i mean, we always say it for fun and laugh and all but ive never ACTUALLY met anyone who ACTUALLY says it! As part of his normal grammer! (Do not think your friends have bad grammer alright! haha) He also pronounces his l's as r's. eg. "you must serr this type of notebook to peeper who orways traver from praces to praces."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. from the corner of my eye i could see prema's shoulders vibrating incessantly. How to not laugh?. &lt;em&gt;But you cant mock him rach. He gives you your paycheck. &lt;/em&gt;Yea thats what i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't we hit restart and pause it at our favourite parts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sux. Deal wif tit - Van Essa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116472727499947848?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116472727499947848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116472727499947848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116472727499947848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116472727499947848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/seriously-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116437818847396374</id><published>2006-11-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:23:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaahhh, today was sooo fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;O's are over, yesssssssss. Im punching my fist in the air in a robyn-like fashion. This is like the beginning of my gorgeous gorgeous ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith, are you okay? call me okay. yay, yes yes i'll be ALLLLL yours just faster come down then we can go sleepover/shopping/swimming etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i met a guy whose email was &lt;a href="mailto:stareintomyeyes@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stareintomyeyes at hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And he can still spell it out for the person you know. " S-T-A-R-E ... " you should have seen prema's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i miss some friends who i havnt talked to in awhile. We needa catch up guys. like, me and dawn are gonna dye our hair next week. i mean, how fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Prema's birthday was a BLAST! though i was a sick paps so i fell asleep at 2 :( i had a grrreeaat time. HERE'S TO YOU PREMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4258/3470/320/168736/happy-birthday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats "Happy birthday you sex bomb, my eyes look like that cos i'm going gaga just looking at you, my-oh-my you are one sex kitten (er, what kitten all) dont tell my mum i said those things cos if she knows what i feel for you she will never accept it, its just the whole human thing, but dont worry she'll come round, by the way you're finally sixteen huh, oooeee, legal." in greek. Love you Prems :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116437818847396374?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116437818847396374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116437818847396374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116437818847396374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116437818847396374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/waaahhh-today-was-sooo-fun-os-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116368764595201883</id><published>2006-11-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:34:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was nice. Like, really really. Anyway, in the morning i went for my brother's prize giving ceremony. (He got 3rd in class!) And there were some performances. There was a band! They were only p6 but they were pretty pretty good. The singing was abit, sad, haha, but the guitarist was good. He was quite funy though. At many points of time he started stoning while playing. i mean dude! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The eclairs at the reception after that were the bestestest. (i could take eclairs form the guest section AND the students section. heheheh. and some boys were terrible. piling up their plates with little eclair-mountains)&lt;br /&gt;oh, and hahahahha. A group of boys danced to Tokyo Drift. hahah, it was so so cute. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; they were wearing &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; pants. eeurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Esprit has a major sale. There are tops for 9.90, i mean, seriously. Jeans too, 39. from 99. &lt;em&gt;NINETY-NINE EH!&lt;/em&gt; wowwwzzzeeerrr.&lt;br /&gt;But the one at yishun, north point only. Its not even crowded cos not many people know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and i love this girl : &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/Picture%20015.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/Picture%20012.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) :) :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116368764595201883?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116368764595201883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116368764595201883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116368764595201883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116368764595201883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116351229508035122</id><published>2006-11-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the kinda day where you &lt;em&gt;laugh to the piont of pee-a-lisation&lt;/em&gt;. (prema) hahaha. I really really miss you guys ratsapif-ians. After o's we can ALL laugh to the point of peealisation/peeage/exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO, judith's like the most wanted girl ever i swear. Italian guy, then the other guy then the OTHER guy, my goodness me. hot STUFF. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well what u expect she got boobs to die for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;study hard judith! Leave those boys alone. in the meantime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND today, i was called to go meet someone at bishan, but stayed there for half an hour. "no actually less than that" hahaha can still tell me that. but oh well I AM SO FREE ANYWAY if i hadn't gone i'd just be staying home doing nothing. Speaking of staying home, here's a list of what to do after my science mcq(FINAL!) next monday, for when i stay home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watch all of : - Prison break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                          - desperate housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                          - lost ( i know i know, that ended like eons ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                          - ALL the million movies i missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yea thats about it. My eyes'll be glued to the t.v. I just thought, imagine eyes REALLY glued to the tv. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this cup in my room, the kind you put pencils/pens/stationery in, and pictures of cows munching on grass is lining the bottom. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T NO OTHER MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116351229508035122?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116351229508035122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116351229508035122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116351229508035122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116351229508035122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-kinda-day-where-you-laugh-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116343155089105547</id><published>2006-11-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:25:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FREE FOR A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;The Guardian is really good. REALLY really. i mean, we all know ashton just adds on to the yumminess of it, but its a really good storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so annoyed now, someone just said something that made me feel like a rat in the drain. A big fat rat that feeds on sewage(rubbish) all day!. But AIYAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway im excited. going swimming with fel + prems toms. Had a good good day and tmr's gonna be just as good. CANT wait for science mcq to be OVER. THEN i'll be really free. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/1757156146500l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116343155089105547?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116343155089105547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116343155089105547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116343155089105547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116343155089105547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-free-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116333392621565423</id><published>2006-11-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:18:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY i'm going out after lit paper tomorrow. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, i need some help. My godfather's gonna get me an ipod nano for studying so hard for o's &lt;em&gt;(i know, right) &lt;/em&gt;but i can't decide which colour!! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turqoise&lt;/span&gt; is SUCH a nice colour, but the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; is so, en&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rap&lt;/span&gt;tur&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;! And my brother isnt helping situations. "I don't know la decide yourself". How now &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta last-min revise now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116333392621565423?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116333392621565423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116333392621565423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116333392621565423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116333392621565423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-im-going-out-after-lit-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116313072441148529</id><published>2006-11-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:52:04.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WWOOOOWWWWZZZZEEEERRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha. i have TWO more papers til the end of O's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is what one calls &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ecs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tic&lt;/span&gt;! I am very excited today. I have maths paper 2 (yum) and i am going out after!! (double yum.) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plus i grew my nails v v long so it can be french manicured now ! ( triple yum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksssss peema for the new skin. Although i had to make a few adjustments due to your unforseen spelling errors, I LUUV IIIIT. okay, i have to say this, whats with my stomach in that pink top pic? Pregnant much. (er what pregnant all). Peema in a while i will have as much time as you to go make one for you too. But i must learn first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people have been blogging for me. hahah. i bet the whole world knows my password already. waaaaait a minute. PREMA! keep it to yourself like how you cant keep your hands away from my jacket! hahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are NOT pimpin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116313072441148529?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116313072441148529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116313072441148529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116313072441148529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116313072441148529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/wwoooowwwwzzzzeeeerrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116300349435570909</id><published>2006-11-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:31:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rACHAEL. hope you like your new templateee. i &lt;3 you just like how you &lt;3 you and you and you. err. yea. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the coolest person to walk the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116300349435570909?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116300349435570909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116300349435570909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116300349435570909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116300349435570909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/rachael.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116254770376600443</id><published>2006-11-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:55:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think im like the second intruder hahaha. hi priss. anyways, since rachael is not blogging cos of her O's i, judith shall blog because I have no exams at the moment... cos I live in Australia hahaha. shit la, my exams are btw 24 nov-dec1. so after dec 1 i willl beee back to invade singapore! HAHA, be prepared yall! HEH, judith is coming to singapore without her parents! Everybody say,"hey! ho!" hahaha like raven. she's sooo? Fat. eww but i love her anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAUNNA IS LEAVING TOMORROW! NOOOO!! Shaunnaaa! stay until im back la! you cant even see me! Damnnnn. I will miss u la! And why am i saying this on rach's blog? hahaha, dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye people who visit rach's blog. and uhh rach, pls buy me some coconut oil, my hair is running out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/coconut.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love judie-nudie! xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;i know u can do well babe! Love u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116254770376600443?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116254770376600443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116254770376600443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116254770376600443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116254770376600443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-im-like-second-intruder-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116239028844071741</id><published>2006-11-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:11:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i intrude.&lt;br /&gt;the o's are getting to ray's head now&lt;br /&gt;she feels like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for it to be overrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;playgrounds are her favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;listen to "half-alive" by secondhand serenade,&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats about it, buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116239028844071741?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116239028844071741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116239028844071741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116239028844071741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116239028844071741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-i-intrude.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116205635663467871</id><published>2006-10-29T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:47:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, im extremely annoyed with my studies right now. i cant get that angle of depression of S from T uurrghh. my malay paper is tomorrow which means bio is in 3 days which means lit paper 1 is in 4. Lit paper 1, can just go screw itself okay. you know what, maybe i better talk bad about the paper AFTER i do it in case of some unforseen karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to disappear, but I got lost in your eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be another 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life sux. Deal wif tit." - Van&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116205635663467871?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116205635663467871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116205635663467871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116205635663467871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116205635663467871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-im-extremely-annoyed-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116187750192356065</id><published>2006-10-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:45:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day i was in the cab with my mum and cousin. All of a sudden, the cab jerked (annoying drivers who swerve in front of you without warning), and i got a shock, so i grabbed my cousin's hand. AND MY MUM GRABBED THE TAXI DRIVER'S HAND!!!! hahahahhahhahahahahhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Sorry! I'm sorry! It's just a reflex action, normally i'd grab my husband's hand.&lt;br /&gt;TD: ha. ha. its okay lar.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaaaaaaaahahhhhhhhhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Later she can still joke and tell me "Lucky i didn't grab his thigh!"&lt;br /&gt;Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a health tip for all those o-level takers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For every cup of coffee you needa drink 4 extra glasses of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116187750192356065?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116187750192356065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116187750192356065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116187750192356065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116187750192356065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-day-i-was-in-cab-with-my-mum-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116127375803373069</id><published>2006-10-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:11:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/b12494075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/b12494075.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I got this off Cheryl's blog. I like it when people get emo. Especially spongebob. Look at his eyes and stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha, i bet Judith actually did that. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought this was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pupil : "The moon". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher : "Why?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116127375803373069?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116127375803373069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116127375803373069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116127375803373069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116127375803373069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-this-off-cheryls-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116117616475690866</id><published>2006-10-18T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:56:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got killed two days ago. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/b-fl-marke-matchbox.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, if you expand your thoughts more and put yourself in the shoes of another, your brain will become more active and common-sensical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example. What would life be lying in this matchbox. all day and all night. you just lie there. not thinking. not doing anything. not even breathing. you see, by putting yourself in the match's shoes, you'd be able to see the world from his or her point of view. which is dark. and damp. and smelly. you'd smell wood all day with exception for that minute or two when your owner opens up your home. if you're lucky, you'll be left there to rest. If you're not, you'll be taken, burnt, and die an excrutiating death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geez. i wonder how much common sense i gained. Science practical tomorrow! Yessssssssssssss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116117616475690866?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116117616475690866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116117616475690866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116117616475690866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116117616475690866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-killed-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116093347840218815</id><published>2006-10-16T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:31:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October's a birthday month. and though it is 1 hr and 12 mins after your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAAAAAAAAN!!!! I wrote everything i wanted to tell you in your card. Cos i know, that you will not be reading this, cos you're studying so so so hard. Ve can do dis! HAHA. Love you 5732907539473290793 more times than i love spongebob and his square-y pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grade you will achieve for all your subjects :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/a1-Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the beach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In muddy grass we stand side by side with our knuckles interlocked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116093347840218815?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116093347840218815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116093347840218815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116093347840218815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116093347840218815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/octobers-birthday-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116080516658800117</id><published>2006-10-14T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:52:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUUUUDITHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really really really really really really miss you so, we'll celebrate our birthdays when you come down okay?And then after my o's, you can stay aaaaaall you like. You're finally sixteen! Be excited. I miss your lip thing and your contagious laugh!!!!! hahaha. AND siiince its your birthdaaay, i forgive you for all that times you said you'd call but didn't. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eg yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha. i LOVE YOU TOO MUCH LA. I really really hope today's great. :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cake i would have made for you were you still in singapore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/sb.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU. judie-NUDie. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116080516658800117?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116080516658800117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116080516658800117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116080516658800117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116080516658800117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-juuuudithhh-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116058730688192600</id><published>2006-10-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:21:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULINE CHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry i couldnt make it today, so now i owe you two. Specs + birthday. We shall make up for it! (italian accent) After all these exams etc etc. okay? And please donch worry about the you-know-who/what. so eeeeeetatinggg i tell you. A piece of my mind, it shall get, and a piece of my heart, you shall obtain. hahaha. Just smile okay? cos your as sexy as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/sexy_girl.0.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;HAHAH just kidding. LAUGH pauline! i can sense the tense-ness from all that great prelim grades your stressing so much about! You're actually like this: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/vanessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't be more serious. I hope your day was FAN-TA-BU-LOUS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116058730688192600?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116058730688192600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116058730688192600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116058730688192600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116058730688192600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-pauline-cheeeeeeeee-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116041016583192523</id><published>2006-10-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:09:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/Cotyledon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/Cotyledon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cotyledons produce enzymes that digest the stored food so that the growing embryo can use it. In endosperminc seeds, the enzymes flow into the endosperm to digest the food stored there. In non-endosperminc seeds, the digestion occurs within the cotyledons. In either case, the soluble end products of digestion is transported to the growing regions of the embryo.&lt;br /&gt;THERE judith. you wanted to know. ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this sudden attraction i feel whenever i look at dots. Like such :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/dogcats.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahahha. now THAT is a de-stress. Speaking of de-stress, i went to the gym today. i couldn't take it. All i ever do is sit down and have my three meals, and sit down some more to study. There's no more p.e. in sch, which i only dont miss cos i hated the changing. But still, it was fun and we used to play dog and bone and we'd have cheers for the respective groups and it was all stewwwpid fuuuuny cheers but it was cheerleader-ish none the less.                             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wanna mosh YOU wanna mosh?" - Priss. That was suppose to scare us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dang dang dang" - me playing the 'guitar' with the badminton racket. How did the topic change to missing school? As much as i sound weird, or stupid, or lame(Its the truffff hahaha) saying this, &lt;em&gt;i. am. going. to. miss. school&lt;/em&gt;. I know Jaime will miss the food the most. the MALAY food. she APOLOGISES when she doesnt buy food from the malay stall. which happens only once in a purple moon. But she apologises. If we were all as polite as her, the world would be a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food i'm gonna miss: baked rice, mac and cheese, malay stall food, cheese tofu, chicken nuggets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They only sell chicken nuggets on wednesday. i mean, how ridiculous? cos on the rest of the days they sell fish nuggets. Whats the diff? cant be the price can it. and the fish nuggets are really gross. which means. since sch ends this week for me, i have my last chance evvveeerrrr to eat those warm savoury nuggets from the western stall this wednesday. Must savour all these foods since its my last week. WILL savour all these foods since its my last week. canteen food can be a little too addictive. and i have yet to try the hotplate rice! i have alot to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for that Judith! I'll hear from you again this friday ya? yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116041016583192523?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116041016583192523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116041016583192523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116041016583192523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116041016583192523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/cotyledons-produce-enzymes-that-digest.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116018434588781192</id><published>2006-10-07T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:25:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAY I LOVE U! SORRY FOR NOT CALLING U! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUDITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INVADES! WHEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116018434588781192?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116018434588781192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116018434588781192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116018434588781192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116018434588781192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ray-i-love-u-sorry-for-not-calling-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-116013892881715171</id><published>2006-10-06T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:51:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good good good good day :) yay. its quite unbelievable really.&lt;br /&gt;And studying for o's is just the major spoiler la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got my results slip. I wasn't shocked. haha. I expected it. But oh well, its a greeeeat improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stumble through questions that you could never answer&lt;/em&gt; Judith this line is decdicated to you and you won't know why til you call me! How can you forget i have school on a FRIDAY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking that i hadn't gone to the gym in a loooong while and look what i coincidentally came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/legs.png" border="0" /&gt;Hahahh. That would help if i had one under my desk! I'm craving a jam + cheese sandwich now. mmMMmm jaaaam. cheeeeese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/moblog_e42531312cb47.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam and cheese is the new peanut butter and jam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-116013892881715171?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/116013892881715171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=116013892881715171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116013892881715171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/116013892881715171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-good-good-good-day-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115988810758487169</id><published>2006-10-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:08:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really envy people who can get nervous breakdowns and still do well for their exams. And i think the person who came up with source based questions should just go write a book. And geography? whats with the 'answers beyond the textbooks'? then WHAT is the point of textbooks tell me! uurghhhh. At times like these i wish i were studying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;But nuuuuhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then all &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wouldnt have made me ecstatic! hahaha. I'm 'pulling a rachael' according to prem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadha yadha yadha the main spoiler right now is my o's in 1 month. Well its 1 month and 18 days til it ends at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is really driving me up against the wall, i got so saturated with geog just now that i talked to my water bottle. WHO. DOES. THAT.&lt;br /&gt;me: You are not full of water at all&lt;br /&gt;water bottle: yes i am cant you see the bubbles when you shake me&lt;br /&gt;me: what bubbles, all i see is air (which is bubbles so whats the point of arguing)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i caught myself in time, and stopped the conversation before the bottle could pursue the matter any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and whats with malay and me. That day a bottle dropped and i told cheryl "eh, tolong la, botol jatuh" Hahahahah. O levels, o levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115988810758487169?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115988810758487169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115988810758487169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115988810758487169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115988810758487169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-really-envy-people-who-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115972097647882218</id><published>2006-10-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:42:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All Hands on deck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont abandon the ship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never know what it could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All hands on deck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ship is sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont let me drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very absurd stage in my life. I'm a giver but i'm a taker. I'm sinking and i'm floating. Now what's with all these emo-tional quotations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies is driving me &lt;em&gt;up against the wall&lt;/em&gt;. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so contagious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115972097647882218?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115972097647882218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115972097647882218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115972097647882218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115972097647882218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-hands-on-deck-dont-abandon-ship.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115945725111039003</id><published>2006-09-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:27:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now why am i blogging? Right. Because Petra and her father's problems about the people turning against him is starting to piss me off major. An enemy of the people is really the worst book i've ever studied for literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/IbsenAnEnemy1942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look, a scene from the play. That man in the cantre with the Albert kinda look, that's Dr. Stockmann. The woman next to him is Catherine, his wife. The sensible woman. I only pray that the person on the right with the i'll-never-be-caught-dead-with-her-hair-look isn't Petra, his daughter. The righteous woman. She just can stand up for herself so well. I wish i were like her at times. All fiery and girrrlll poweerrr. (imagine Priss meowing here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now. i'm tired. really really. i'm starting to look like death/a panda. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; coffee &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coffee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That'll help me stay up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/coffee-frothy-milky-in-ceramic-mug-on-saucer-on-wood-laminate-round-table-in-Costa-Coffee-in-Leith-Edinburgh-DHD.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt; Now doesn't that look good. I like the way the woody background just makes it look all the more appetising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/snowing.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, SNOW-WING EHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115945725111039003?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115945725111039003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115945725111039003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115945725111039003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115945725111039003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-why-am-i-blogging-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115943555225971408</id><published>2006-09-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:25:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda speechless right now. And really stoned from all that 4 hour sleep nights. Study Study Study. People make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er Van, lame. Sorry, it's the truff. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Papaks&lt;/span&gt; of the world unite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115943555225971408?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115943555225971408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115943555225971408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115943555225971408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115943555225971408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-kinda-speechless-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115875011408697227</id><published>2006-09-20T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:01:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fashion Junior High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're set to get to school cos learning is looking fun&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a cashmere class"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in handbags 101"&lt;br /&gt;We wanna know how to draw and so we're going to the perfect place&lt;br /&gt;If they quiz on fashion faux pas we're sure to get straight a-a-a-a's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love school and we can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher's cool and our homework's great&lt;br /&gt;Oh we'll never dress down and we'll never be late&lt;br /&gt;to fashion junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the nicest Mary-kate and Ashley song i've ever heard. Along with 'No one tells the president what to do' Here are a few funny verses :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'd like to be president&lt;br /&gt;It's a job that's caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;I know i'd enjoy being president&lt;br /&gt;And here's the reason whyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one tells the president how to dress&lt;br /&gt;No one bugs him if his office is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No one tells him when it's time to mow the whitehouse lawn&lt;br /&gt;If anybody tried to you can bet they'd soon be gone "Bye-bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one tells the president not to slouch&lt;br /&gt;No one says "Dont put your feet on Mr. Leacon's couch"&lt;br /&gt;No one tells him "company's here, use your fork and spoon"&lt;br /&gt;Unless they want to be the next ambassador to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one tells the president, no one tells the president, no one tells the president what to do. (Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one tells the president not to run&lt;br /&gt;No one says "there's no desert until that speech is done"&lt;br /&gt;No one says"the press is coming, clean behind your ears"&lt;br /&gt;Unless they want to have a TIME OUT for the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Background singers)&lt;br /&gt;She'll change all the rules&lt;br /&gt;The kids will run the schools&lt;br /&gt;she'll be on the side of girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;She'll fix all the laws&lt;br /&gt;she'll be like santa claus&lt;br /&gt;and her cabinet will overflow with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was most of the song. Hahahaha. It is so super cute i tell you, they are so young and their voices sound so so cute. They have a song called 'Brother for sale' too! haha. But oh well im not in a mood to sell my brother right now. He's on his way to becoming a priest! I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN i was supposed to study for awhile before church but now its already 6:53 and i havn't bathed yet! How like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an extremely Mary-kate and Ashley CD mood now! After going through all my old CDs. Guesss whhaaatt i founddd. Britney Spears and Westlife! I miss westlife. Flying without wings! One of the boys was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going to be late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115875011408697227?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115875011408697227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115875011408697227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115875011408697227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115875011408697227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/fashion-junior-high-were-set-to-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115859066627610299</id><published>2006-09-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:44:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are just so ignorant and annoying and i really wish they'd just do something when i expect them to for once yea so the whole oh im so unpredictable is nice and all but it gets annoying when i really really expect you to really do something and you dont it annoys me so much so so much but then after awhile everything is okay cos i think of that and that is equally annoying as well its sometimes nice but its annoying cos im not supposed to like that and everything is all annoying really. uurrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hfjdifcnkhfishhuf now i know how good prema feels when she types gibberish on her blog fiosajfkljdfujsiofjsaklfjasifjasifjsaijdis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. ok. No one will probably get that but. hahahaha. it made me feel better. ON the plus side it was &lt;em&gt;rain-ning eh&lt;/em&gt; today. HAHAHAHHA the whole &lt;em&gt;hail-ling eh&lt;/em&gt; thing cracks me up. &lt;em&gt;eh,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;snow-wing eh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115859066627610299?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115859066627610299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115859066627610299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115859066627610299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115859066627610299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-people-are-just-so-ignorant-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115849613021953996</id><published>2006-09-17T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:28:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it's nothing then why do i feel threatened? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;If its nothing then why am i feeling this way? I have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Maybe it's just some weird you-must-go-through-this-to-feel-the-final-product thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry is annoying me! I feel no love OR chemistry what-so-ever between me and the subject AND my bio is being pretty annoying as well. Bern is a freak you know i have no idea what she's doing in our class. TEACH ME TO GET A B4 FOR SCIENCE BERN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON the plus side, i had fun painting people's skin today. Although the smudging was getting on my nerve. It was reeal fun with the afro man and cheryl there as well! The putting back of tables reminded me of school's post prelim programme. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the way he sways his hands as he walks." -Prema&lt;br /&gt;By the way he walks like he wanna die. I bet only Cheryl'll get this.&lt;br /&gt;"That boy is it? THAT boy u like?" (points directly at him) -Prema&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. And i didn't even like the boy! Rumours pass around cos of that girl u know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/AFROMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway look! We should get these dolls Prema + Fel! Afrooo mann yeeaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115849613021953996?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115849613021953996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115849613021953996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115849613021953996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115849613021953996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-its-nothing-then-why-do-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115816028753313819</id><published>2006-09-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:11:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my malay paper had this line. I shall translate it.&lt;br /&gt;"Is your heart bleeding? Mummy knows."&lt;br /&gt;How nice. hahah. At least, i'm 99 per cent sure thats what it is in english. What else could it have meant right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith, just call. And bern, you STILL owe me that photo! AIYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/vegeterian_Pardon_My_Planet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eggplants rule. hehheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115816028753313819?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115816028753313819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115816028753313819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115816028753313819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115816028753313819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-my-malay-paper-had-this-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115806008017319702</id><published>2006-09-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:21:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so ecstatic about my lit marks! From a D7, to, get this, a B3! I improved like, wooaahhh. I'm finally like writing to the point this time. I don't even wanna think about my ss + geog. But my math was abit of a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. i'm just waiting for my sciences + english. Bio, nuh, not very ecstatic to get it back, Chem, yes! I'm quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i TRIED teaching Justin chem today. How long did it last? Bout ten minutes actually. Then he decided he felt smarter already. You have TWO weeks to your end years la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wake up call for me, 6 weeks Rach! Yep, with mt prelim tmr as well. HAHAH. useless subject, mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think things are looking up for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115806008017319702?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115806008017319702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115806008017319702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115806008017319702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115806008017319702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-ecstatic-about-my-lit-marks-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115788598361296636</id><published>2006-09-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:59:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. I shall not dwell on my loss of butt. Hahah. Hahah. ANYway, whats to bother anyway. i got BIGger things to think about. There is such a short time to my o levels. And the only reason why im scared is cos i know there is no chance to &lt;em&gt;just screw up one paper&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;not study this chapter&lt;/em&gt;. Its so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, at least i have hardly any distractions anymore. I think i've learnt to be more like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, if that person can do it, so can i. &lt;em&gt;La-la-la-la-la &lt;/em&gt;i wonder if that person's mind'll change after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just baked bread pudding! I t hasn't even come out, but i already know there's gonna be a defect, and that even the SLIGHTEST SMALLEST thing bern bakes at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last minute&lt;/span&gt; will be fifteen thousand times better than anything i take hours to prepare! There, go and dwell in it bern. haha. I tell everyone your secret ah. Passport size photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you build me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115788598361296636?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115788598361296636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115788598361296636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115788598361296636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115788598361296636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115763625245597475</id><published>2006-09-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:37:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm lost for what to type. I'm thinking. and my mind is blank. just empty. there is absolutely nothing to say. i don't know what i did today that was interesting. AND i just realised i just typed a whole paragraph about not knowing what to type. And thats something isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES! i bought my dress today. Wah damn nice. i absolutely cannot wait to wear it. AND i have an ass related problem. AIYOO. hahaha. but i seriously needa know how to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye keeps twitching. For five days already. Do i feel lucky? Yes i do! I feel lucky. HEHHEH. new dress what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans has the best G.T.T coffee. hahahaha. Whoever can figure that out'll get a prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115763625245597475?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115763625245597475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115763625245597475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115763625245597475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115763625245597475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-lost-for-what-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115756065588191451</id><published>2006-09-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:37:35.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in the bus we were entertained. This BOY, sec one or two im not sure, but he was from a school with all white uniform. Suddenly his phone rang and you know what tune??!! BEEP. by the PUSSYCAT DOLLS. BOY you know. SECONDARY boy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, he and his friend were talking and proclaiming to the whole bus that he was going out with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;Boy with Beep as ringtone: Ya man! I bringing her out for movie!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Eh. Bring her watch scary movie la. Then she can hug you.&lt;br /&gt;Dude! hahahahhahahahhaha. That's old. Now i know boys and all their tricks. Wait. Hasn't Justin already told me all those? hahahahahah. seriously &lt;strong&gt;BOYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this sudden wave of feeling come over me. What if everything i think is just me wanting to feel better? or, or, or, NOTHING AT ALL and all &lt;em&gt;a hallucination-a pest hole! &lt;/em&gt;Okay i know i've become paranoid when i relate my life to school work, literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Destination 3 is sooooo good! I'm a fan. And date movie is so stupidly annoyingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a man only thinks about the &lt;em&gt;beep&lt;/em&gt;! Got a real big heart but i'm looking at your &lt;em&gt;beep&lt;/em&gt;! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115756065588191451?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115756065588191451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115756065588191451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115756065588191451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115756065588191451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-in-bus-we-were-entertained.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115747436708577374</id><published>2006-09-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:39:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pauline : Yes im very sure, im veeeery sure there is today.&lt;br /&gt;So we went, and it was divine mercy. But oh well. It wasn't bad. Very serious and all. And i caught Justin stoning ALOT. hahahaha. But it was a productive + fun night. Ben and Jerry' s cookie dough is just soo shiok. and NOW my mother tells me she doesn't wanna go to the gym tmr. Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. Yes i'm trying not to think about &lt;em&gt;that boy&lt;/em&gt;. Aha. I don't know what to blog about him. He's the only boy that can make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Nuh, i was having a 'The Hot Chick' moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're having a BLAST at camp Judie-Nudie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are bored go to youtube and type galipoka. Watch the episodes he makes. HILARIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115747436708577374?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115747436708577374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115747436708577374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115747436708577374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115747436708577374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/pauline-yes-im-very-sure-im-veeeery.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115738722921440570</id><published>2006-09-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:27:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i feel better now. Both things are solved. kinda. i just wish it was said to my face instead. But still. it's not everyday something this sweet is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read this convo btw me and bern + averil.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh you can finish that whole big mac ah its so huge.&lt;br /&gt;Bern: I can't even lift it up.&lt;br /&gt;Me, bern and averil: Hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bern: Why do you think its been in the box for so long?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. That girl has no energy to eat. Get how ironic this is? We eat for energy to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine Jesus Shine was really good. Even though my knee got all muddy and wet from kneeling cos of the rain. it was all good really. i realise i miss dawn alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, priss. Tell me when you're ready. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115738722921440570?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115738722921440570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115738722921440570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115738722921440570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115738722921440570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-feel-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115728065513595809</id><published>2006-09-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:50:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening. I really don't. I mean, first its that. Then its &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know how else to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cleaned up my room. And its the beginning of the holidays. Study-fest, major. I'm planning to start tmr since i slacked the whole of this week already. I don't know how i'm supposed to study with all this annoying stuffs going on. Annoying/not annoying? i don't even know.  Either way i don't even know if its a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look above, and i know i'll always be blessed with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema, you DON'T need a boy to make it seem like you're special OKAY. wth? a BOY?? means you're special??!! Rubbish. You're admired for so many things, can you just see that? SEE IT PREMA. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S STARING YOU RIGHT IN THE MIRROR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that phrase made sense, but i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so ridiculous when unexpected things happen. I know, unpredictability's a plus, but it can be SOO annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing comforting me tonight is those unbroken records and the thought that i have, maybe, just maybe, a little bit of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115728065513595809?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115728065513595809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115728065513595809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115728065513595809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115728065513595809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-whats-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115716727071763333</id><published>2006-09-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:21:10.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it annoying how you wish something could be this way only to find out its exactly not the way you expected it to be at all? But then, the way it turns out in the end is so great you wonder how you could even have thought it was annoying in the first place? I've been feeling that lately. Only now i'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith FINALLY called yesterday! It was so great talking to her again and HEARING HER LAUGH. i love her laugh. Its what makes her judith! i can't wait for you to come down so we can have our annual sleepover with Bern + Dawn again! YAY. Thanks for listening to me talk about that person with thick glasses and coconut oil in their hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. i love you Judie-Nudie! Have fun at camp =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give Shar her birthday lunch today. :) Jonny la, must come also. HAHAHA. it's supposed to be a GIRL cousin birthday lunch but noooooooo. HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats for putting gross photos of me on your blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fetish for red, judith don't forget the slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Van, i WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115716727071763333?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115716727071763333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115716727071763333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115716727071763333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115716727071763333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-may-be-raining-but-theres-rainbow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115709816582422985</id><published>2006-09-01T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:09:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Rachael-5-8-12.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I know that i'm not gonna get married and have any kids to miss me by and won't even get a good job cos obviously i can only afford one cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i am quite annoyed. Aaargh. scream and shout, shout and scream. And i'm waiting for judith to call me. "In fifteen minutes" she says. hahah. meaning fourty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' angels instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115709816582422985?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115709816582422985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115709816582422985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115709816582422985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115709816582422985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115702602900625220</id><published>2006-08-31T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:10:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema, please remember all i told you ok? Love you alot, i SERIOUSLY don't know what i'd do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED FELLYYY! i really wanted to say this yesterday but was tooo tired to blog. Furthermore i ended a call at 1.30 in the morn, after having slept for 4 hours for the past few days. And now my eyes are all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway. today friends came over, and we just slacked. MAJOR. All this is gonna change next week. But i will still find time to go out if i really want to. I really don't know what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Goodnight. Gonna watch Sg idol now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's why, it's incredible that someone so unforgettable can think that i'm unforgettable too.&lt;/em&gt; Now isn't that nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115702602900625220?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115702602900625220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115702602900625220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115702602900625220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115702602900625220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-was-great-prema-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115685730932026187</id><published>2006-08-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:15:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. I have an exciting day tmr :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Van was magically insane. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I will never stop painting. I will never stop painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And lunch/tea was fun! carrot cake so shiok la. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;eee i hate carrot cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HOW can anyone hate carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's &lt;em&gt;Be Yourself Day&lt;/em&gt; in sch tomorrow. And the theme is Office Wear. I KNOW. haha. Anyway, i'm just wearing normal stuff and saying my career'll be a fashion designer. I mean, how do journalists dress right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way this is how i'm feeling today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/cartoon_worm_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahaha. What a cutiepie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the most entertaining recess today. "Is she not push me anyhow orh, is she push me &lt;em&gt;like that&lt;/em&gt; orh!" (pushes friend to demonstrate) Seriously. Alot of people probably won't get this. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judith, just CALL already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115685730932026187?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115685730932026187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115685730932026187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115685730932026187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115685730932026187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115677362803425930</id><published>2006-08-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:00:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus is an amazing God. He will give you your heart's desire if you ask for it. Really really ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))) Yay. I'm entirely a different person from the person i was just 3 hours ago. And i think i'm psychotic cos the song &lt;em&gt;Like a prayer&lt;/em&gt; by Madonna is getting to me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you call my name, it's like a little prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Siao cow" - Priss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Life as we know it is good. So is the show. Hahhah. Okay here's sth i find cute : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/doggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahahaha. Really, my aunt's dog did that. ANTM on in 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115677362803425930?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115677362803425930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115677362803425930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115677362803425930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115677362803425930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/jesus-is-amazing-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115667050432507058</id><published>2006-08-27T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:23:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look like a movie star! haha, wah so nice. Jeff's (the hair cutter) good la. He cuts so fast also. I got abit scared watching him. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's nice in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to coffee bean to get my egg mayo, its so good, but when i got there, aaarrrggghhh. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No more egg miss" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was so upset. So i ate tuna, but had a hard time biting. My teeth still kinda hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched Elizabethtown yesterday. Orlando Bloom was abit of a disappointment. He wasn't as handsome and his hair? g-t-g. Major. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you fail, you are allowed five minutes to dwell in the disappointment, let it overcome you, let it sink into you. And then, you proceed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or something along those lines anyway. Veee sweet show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/animated-1.png" width="281" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/cellphone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/cellphone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahah. I'm still waiting for your call. HURRYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115667050432507058?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115667050432507058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115667050432507058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115667050432507058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115667050432507058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-look-like-movie-star-haha-wah-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115659427138968953</id><published>2006-08-26T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:11:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/short_easy_hair_styles_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/short_easy_hair_styles_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if i told you i cut my hair that short. Hahaha, no la its much longer. But i like it! Though it ain't sexy (sorry Justin, HAHAHA), at least Priss doesn't feel shaved next to me anymore. hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My teeth are so pain cos i went to tighten my braces yesterday. OWWWWWW.  can hardly eat anything, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ALL I ATE TODAY WAD OATS AND BREAD!&lt;/span&gt; Even so, i couldn't chew the bread properly so i had to swallow most of it whole.  My teeth better look nice after all of this i tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND, my cousin COUGHS when he is scared.  Today we watched Amytyville Horror and there he went &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cough cough cough cough cough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats about it. I'm home early today cos i decided to go have dinner with my parents today only to find out THEY went for my dad's company's dinner. Aiyo. So now i'm too lazy to go back out to meet anyone for dinner. NOT LIKE I CAN EAT ANYWAY. Stupid oats. I want nestum la but no more nestum! Oats is only nice when my mum makes it. And both my mum and nestum aren't here! How now brown cow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judith you better call me ASAP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115659427138968953?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115659427138968953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115659427138968953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115659427138968953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115659427138968953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if-i-told-you-i-cut-my-hair-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115644679716896601</id><published>2006-08-25T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:13:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what's wrong with me. Nows a days i go to sleep around 12 only to find myself waking up at around 2 plus/3 plus thinking about things going on right now.  I mean seriously! I have bloody science mcq in 6 hrs and whenever i try to close my eyes? MY. MIND. CAN'T. STOP. WORKING. It just can't stop thinking can it. This and that, this and that, EVERYTHING that's going to happen, has happened, is happening, UURGH. annoying really. Yesterday i actually woke up thinking about &lt;em&gt;They flee from me, Did sometime did me seek ... &lt;/em&gt;INSANITY i tell you! If this is what prelims does to someone, &lt;em&gt;wa-lao-eh&lt;/em&gt;, i DO NOT want to think of the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, 3 am now. haha. I really can't wait to cut my hair tmr. It has been annoying me for the past week and i'm finally gonna get it off my shoulders. hahaha, joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a chem tutor! ME! The one who hated chem to the very core in the middle of the year tells her tutee "I'm gonna help you pass and love the subject". Hahaha, things have changed soooo much since June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should try to go sleep now. Blogging hasn't really taken up much of my time. I'm still back to square one. Only 3 hrs 15 minutes till i wake up. I don't know what i'm gonna be doing tmr, stoning on people probably.  UUURGH hfiehfihfidoyfudhdhfuhf okay good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115644679716896601?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115644679716896601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115644679716896601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115644679716896601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115644679716896601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115639035692228883</id><published>2006-08-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:40:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K la i'm so bored and Judith keeps PESTERING me to do it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Judith&lt;br /&gt;02. Bern&lt;br /&gt;03. Averil&lt;br /&gt;04. Justin&lt;br /&gt;05. Gerald&lt;br /&gt;06. Jaime W&lt;br /&gt;07. Robyn W&lt;br /&gt;08. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;09. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;10. Pris&lt;br /&gt;11. Felly&lt;br /&gt;12. Ally&lt;br /&gt;13. Prema&lt;br /&gt;14. Pauline&lt;br /&gt;15. Jd&lt;br /&gt;16. Alex&lt;br /&gt;17. Fel P&lt;br /&gt;18. Justine&lt;br /&gt;19. Marcus&lt;br /&gt;20. Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did u meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;Cat class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I think I'll die if I didnt! Ahhh, Love you baby! (hahaha i copied what judith said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 9 dated 20?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and my sister??!! EL-OH-EL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;As a friend yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;She can't EVER go out in her uniform and says such funny things not knowing those funny quotes will travel with me for months after that. "How you know she bare to you ah" HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Super da bomb la she! Her fringe very nice + inspiring also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about 7?&lt;br /&gt;She always makes me feel better when i talk to her and she always makes sense. Unlike i! "Think about the future, and remember, not the history where you were ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family members?&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Her mama suuuperrr niceee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 10 favourites?&lt;br /&gt;Cartel waffle, cheese prata and emo hair! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 18 confessed that he/she liked you?hahahaha. She probably got one million guys on her trail la why the hell would she like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What languages does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;English and Malay. Hey, he passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going with?&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh. ask her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 this yr?16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. "aaarrghh! ha much ha much!" "Eee, no la prema, NO la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose 2's favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;Alot la. Likes alot of stupid songs like chocolate balls or donno what. HAHAH, but i liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 17?&lt;br /&gt;No! But i like her tummy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Wonder why, she too damn saxxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 13?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! She's hot and all, but dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ St. Josephs Convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;S'goon North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favourite things about 5?&lt;br /&gt;He is extremely funny. "For those of you celebrating your birthday this week, have a good birthday" HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen 1 naked?HAHAHAHA! I saw her panties that time during P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this: Err, anyone when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! That took up alot of time. Happy now Judith.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115639035692228883?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115639035692228883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115639035692228883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115639035692228883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115639035692228883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/k-la-im-so-bored-and-judith-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115638767814049447</id><published>2006-08-24T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:47:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Priss said this : &lt;em&gt;Man i'm so hungry i could eat a crow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing u know. After laughing sooo hard for sooo long she says : &lt;em&gt;Actually i wanted to say cow and ox.&lt;/em&gt; ??!! How cow and ox sounds like crow, i don't know. But anyhow, isn't the saying: &lt;em&gt;Man i'm so hungry i could eat a horse!&lt;/em&gt; Cow, ox, all these weird animals. COOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!! ohhhh, RACHHAAEEELLLL! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky. Today lit paper all the poems that came out i studied!! I mean, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They Flee From Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was two poems i decided to last-minute study the DAY BEFORE and it came out!! Who gets this kind of luck, really? 25-mark question here i come. Woo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yay, so things are going pretty well, i always seem ecstatic huh. I don't know why everything is going so well!! God is toooo good. But i'm glad right now =) Ecstasy. muchhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to my blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/krabbypatty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look! Krabby Patty Maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Judith just call me la, my prelims end &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;! Call at night k. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; Got tooooonnnnsssss of ecstatic-ness to share. Hi justin! How's everything ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know what i mean ;)&lt;/span&gt;) haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Aye!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115638767814049447?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115638767814049447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115638767814049447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115638767814049447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115638767814049447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-priss-said-this-man-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115625612256699150</id><published>2006-08-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:15:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a joke-y mood and waiting for priss to call. My geog paper was easy-as-pie! everything i studied came out! Well, that's cos i studied everything, but luckily those i knew better came out! Global warming. muchhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now after i called andrea on my phone and just talked casually, like it was free, cos i had so much to talk about, that i didn't realise we talked for half-an-hour! On my PHONE u know! Terriber i tell you. But i got kinda shocked that day. Cos i received my bill and it had DOUBLED from all the msgs! Sth i swore never to ever do, doubling my bill. So when i heard my dad calling me from his room i knew i was gonna kena. haha. But all he said was "You broke a record Rachael." ??!!?? &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was shocking.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Dude, i just doubled my bill. And that's all he had to say. My parents are too nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny pic :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/pic13554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get it Judith? Ahhaha, just kiiiiiiiiddiiiiingg laaaaa. Hahaha, so how's the new file?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115625612256699150?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115625612256699150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115625612256699150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115625612256699150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115625612256699150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-in-joke-y-mood-and-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115620806389052170</id><published>2006-08-22T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:54:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Priss i had an extremely awe-sum phone call with you yesterday! &lt;em&gt;"One more minute la! one more minute!" &lt;/em&gt;hahahahahaha. And i miss all my friends la. Just cos of exams, i hardly see them let alone talk to them, i mean, they're all so busy. Like yst, i heard Cheryl's voice for the first time in 4 days. This is terriber i tell you. Can't wait to see you'll this wed, lit paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog paper is in exactly 2hrs 20 mins. i hope my map reading doesn't pull down my grade again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/200/map-lrg.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't this picture make you nauseous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, some re-vising to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one who can get me on my feet and i can't even dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115620806389052170?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115620806389052170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115620806389052170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115620806389052170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115620806389052170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/priss-i-had-extremely-awe-sum-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115616764162823454</id><published>2006-08-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:40:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PREMA you are insane. Remember, heart's desire + "maybe not the right time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lubchewxzxzxzxz. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115616764162823454?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115616764162823454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115616764162823454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115616764162823454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115616764162823454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/prema-you-are-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115616278031561969</id><published>2006-08-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:19:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning i was feeling very &lt;em&gt;uurghhh. &lt;/em&gt;But now? I'm ecstatic!! Haha. &lt;em&gt;AGAIN?&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha. Yay. Now the only spoiler is my geog paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i was feeling so &lt;em&gt;uurghhh &lt;/em&gt;so look what Prema sent to me cheer me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/thecowchasingthecat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA. Prema you d best la. We just woke up so don't mind the 'just-outta-bed look". HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, You're finally 16 Ally!!!!! Are you ecstatic? I am ecstatic! I hope you had a splendid, fantabulous, electrifying, amazing WOWZER birthday. Love ya =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115616278031561969?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115616278031561969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115616278031561969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115616278031561969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115616278031561969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-morning-i-was-feeling-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115600130365018652</id><published>2006-08-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:28:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME day. I am so ecstatic right now, i can't even describe it. ECSTATIC i tell you, absolutely ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Explosion was good. I'm glad Shar came. :))) Supposed to go for supper afterwards but in the end?? Only Ally and i came. hahaha. And when i came back my dad asked, "So, did any bombs go off" HAHAHA, get the drift Prema, get it?? Faith explosion, Bombs. EL-OH-EL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh! Everything was super duper GOOOOOOD, i absolutely love going to bed with this feeling, AMAZING i tell you. I know i keep on saying im so super ecstatic, but its because i have no other way to express it. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There she goes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115600130365018652?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115600130365018652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115600130365018652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115600130365018652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115600130365018652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/awesome-awesome-awesome-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115591377172484296</id><published>2006-08-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:09:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MARCUS IS A PHILOSOPHER I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say it i shall do it! hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115591377172484296?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115591377172484296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115591377172484296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115591377172484296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115591377172484296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/marcus-is-philosopher-i-tell-you-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115591150774582414</id><published>2006-08-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:31:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaa</title><content type='html'>2 things are making me feel really &lt;em&gt;uuurrgghh&lt;/em&gt; right now. thing &lt;strong&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;i suceeded with pushing to the back of my mind and expected it not to affect me so much as thing &lt;strong&gt;b,&lt;/strong&gt; but now it resurfaced and both are affecting me in equal proportions. I'm so confused, so annoyed and trying to be so patient. Aiyo, so terriber. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, math was do-able today. I think i'll pass. Thank you all those 3 and a half hour tuitions that always extended to 4 and a half hours or even five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema you are the best. You are letting me drooonee oonnn aaannnddd ooonnn. i love you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pris also, you rock, major. We both are still living with all this rubbisshhhh!!! i love you kilogrammes. Bern, thanks for letting me have all the tonnage being released. Jaime and Robyn alsoooo!!!!!!!!!! You guys give the best advice. Cheryl, philosopher much! :))))) You ppl make me smile wideeely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i like math and chem but i don't want to have anything to do with it in my future. Hahah. I wanna be a journalist but i think magazines are a complete waste of money. How now brown cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115591150774582414?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115591150774582414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115591150774582414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115591150774582414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115591150774582414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/aaaaaa.html' title='aaaaaa'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115578389950166693</id><published>2006-08-17T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:04:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Good things are happening. And i think i nailed my chem paper! For the first time, i actually knew what chapters each question was linked to! Do you know how AWESOME that feeling is??!! And for the first time, i think i'm gonna do better in chem than bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYESYESYESYES i'm so ecstatic!!! Things are going pretty well. Except for one thing. But that's not gonna get to me. The only spoiler today is my 3 and a half hour math tuition. Shite. But i guess its good since my math paper 2 is tomorrow! That's gonna be tough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARGGHH stupid photo can't be uploaded. Pris, ya ya haha, bite your tongue la bite. HAHAHA. Er jaime, what sense you talking all. HAHAHA. Cheryl, can you PLEASE blog. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AYE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115578389950166693?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115578389950166693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115578389950166693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115578389950166693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115578389950166693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-good-things-are-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115565809220739913</id><published>2006-08-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:08:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uurgh uurgh uurgh uurgh uurgh. Okay, nice songs, happy songs, songs which aren't filled with annoying words, songs with nice catchy lyrics, songs with a nice beat. Try it. It really gets your mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play the acoustic version of 7 years on the guitar! Ahha, all thanks to Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;"You have beat you know!"&lt;br /&gt;"It takes people long to learn how to pick!"&lt;br /&gt;Yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please save my prelims. Starting malay tuition ALL OVER AGAIN this sunday. I was really looking forward to a malay-free life. Thanks, all you markers for that wonderful grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all the best for my Bio paper tmr. I'm quite confident and know everything quite well already. Bio puts the 'B' in bee.you.tiful. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who thinks we live in a beautiful world say 'aye!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115565809220739913?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115565809220739913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115565809220739913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115565809220739913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115565809220739913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/uurgh-uurgh-uurgh-uurgh-uurgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115543852900156746</id><published>2006-08-13T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:36:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning my parents came into my room carrying a rose and they gave it to me. I asked what it was for and they said "Don't worry about your malay. You can study harder". Then when they walked out i heard my mum whisper to my dad, "That's what you call motivation."&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. But what a sweet thing to do. If my dad had just lectured me i wouldn't have known what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what i'm trying to do. But i get the same treatment back! Sometimes. But sometimes sguuhsduif is so nice and does really random things that surprise me. But sometimes i get soooo irrinnoyed!!! Aaargh seriously! What did i do to deserve this, i mean, you started it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/jonny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why can't life be fine and dandy like Jonny Depp's. Now HE is fine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you kill me. You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115543852900156746?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115543852900156746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115543852900156746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115543852900156746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115543852900156746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-morning-my-parents-came-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115529758879308318</id><published>2006-08-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:59:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the results were out. And i was not the happiest person today. I seriously didn't expect what i got and when i say the grade i couldn't control myself. I mean, how am i supposed to tell all those people whom i told that i could pass!? At least my mum and aunty were nice about it. And of course my friends. And you definitely helped too! If you even read this, you made me feel sooo much better with just a few messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But studying at macs and another session of 3 + 1/2 hour tuition made it just another normal day. Oh, and the fact that i did an extremely hard rgs math paper 1 and passed! By one mark, but still. i expected to get like, 20. And the rest was all the same normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm very confused and unsure about something. I don't know how to say it, or if i should write it, but i reeealy reeeally wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/harry%20looking%20funny.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His facial expression is saying everything i'm feeling at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaime's lit interpretation: From his angle i can tell he doesn't want to look anyone in the eye. This show he is is an annoyed mood. But his eyes show otherwise. He is kinda happy about something but is it real? He wonders. etc etc etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND i practically suck at every subject i take so i have to go mug now. Uuurgh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115529758879308318?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115529758879308318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115529758879308318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115529758879308318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115529758879308318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-results-were-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115522132766302294</id><published>2006-08-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:48:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ho, Cheerio! hahahaha. I'm so ecstatic right now. IDPRUIC MREIURIEOAJIC JIFJ. yay! yay! yay! I can't believe what just happened. Was deemed impossible. Til just now. HEHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime i also love you la! More than you know. Uh-huh, the day i do that, is the day you grow out your hair. hahaha. But don't okay, you look nice with your hair like that :)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, my mother can't find my thumbdrive with ALL my ss notes stored inside!!!!!!!! I'm supposed to be freaking out, but things seem too perfect for me to freak. hahah. Endorphins are a great help. Even though i'm not even exercising now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern! I don't know you know. Are we bad people? Cos we both feel bad, so that means we're not right? I mean, i would be in a dilemma too. Would i believe me? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/sweet.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awww, what a shweeeet buttercup picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115522132766302294?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115522132766302294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115522132766302294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115522132766302294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115522132766302294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-ho-cheerio-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115518323309670355</id><published>2006-08-10T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:13:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that whole thing about endorphins being released when you exercise making you feel better? It's true. hahah. dhguhfuuh syndrome this morning was MAJOR. But talking to Andrea about it and using up all my angst while running made me feel sooo good. But ya, now i'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is out today, i'm studying ss. Uurgh. My most hated subject. Next to geography. Too bad they're a combined mark, i'm forced to work hard at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i feel like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/huh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean seriously. How oblivious can someone get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAH hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115518323309670355?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115518323309670355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115518323309670355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115518323309670355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115518323309670355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-that-whole-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115513443412092593</id><published>2006-08-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:52:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Imagine this. you and your boyfriend are all nice to each other and romancing and stuff, suddenly you push your cheeks together with your hands and purse your lips like a fish's, cross your eyes and say"PUUUUCKER UUUPPP!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha, Prema you're funny la. FUUNNYYY LAAA YYOOUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the esplanade is a really nice place to study! Although we had to shift a couple of times. But its quite nice once you get the right spot and start to get comfy. The stairs, outside the library, Haagen Dazs. If that's how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;And then Prema came to meet us!!!! Jaime, Andrea, Robyn, Van + Prema. What a fantabulous combination for dinner laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/IseeDumbPeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Justin. So they're real la. Hahah, i figured. i LOLed when i saw the article. hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prema, what grandson all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheryl! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH MY FINGER MY FINGER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115513443412092593?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115513443412092593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115513443412092593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115513443412092593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115513443412092593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115505743449598197</id><published>2006-08-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:17:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i found out today? that the fireworks in the sky are all computer generated. But i didnt believe at first! Cos there is smoke in the sky right? But apparently, if you look closely, (and its true) the fireworks don't fall to the ground, they disappear into nothing. Real fireworks fall onto the ground, but if that happened many people would be killed. Only people in the army know that, apparently. But til now, i don't know whether to believe. hahah. cos then what explains the smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, shopping with plineage and vanee was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious today! Seriously, pauline should write a book entitled "How to play hard to get - and get what you want" and Van should just stop falling on mannequins already. HAHAHA. From my point of view its funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the changing room trying sth, with the curtain kind of door, and all of a sudden, i hear VERY loudly, "BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP" continously. And i thought sth was gonna fall on me through the curtains, so i quickly changed and when i came out i saw Andrea and Van laughing hysterically (This happened yst). I didn't even NEED to ask what happened. Hahaha. And i won't write the whole thing here la. Poor van. it happened in heeren you know. So, enough damage done already. :PPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a sad thing happened today though, admist all the fun + laughter. You know that pang u get once in awhile. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Prissy, you made me feel better with that just one phone call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nuh, that wasn't funny van. Funny's all the way there, in &lt;strong&gt;Ang Mo Kio&lt;/strong&gt;, and we're here.&lt;/em&gt; - Jaime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/8847.0.png" width="150" border="0" /&gt;Now THIS is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrea, your fringe is inspiring me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115505743449598197?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115505743449598197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115505743449598197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115505743449598197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115505743449598197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-what-i-found-out-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115495705674153056</id><published>2006-08-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:24:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANOTHER GOOD DAY TODAY!! At least one good thing happens to me everyday u know. i'm so ecstatic about it :))) except the fact that i got hydrogen gas released in practical today. What pop sound did i hear, huh? Crackle of fire, more like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway today was such a fun day. Van made FIVE people follow her to far east just so she could buy her top. But it is quite nice. And i bought alot of stuff also.  So i didnt really mind la.  And the you-know-what was fun wasn't it van? don't wanna do? but had so much fun. haahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gtg continue studying reeeal hard for prelims NEXT week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115495705674153056?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115495705674153056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115495705674153056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115495705674153056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115495705674153056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-good-day-today-at-least-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115483389470679084</id><published>2006-08-06T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:11:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something very nice happened today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was ecstatic. ECSTATIC i tell you :)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry la i don't know the lyrics properly. I just think it's a nice song that's all. If its loser material, sorry, but i don't know what you're doing reading it then. And dude, I'm not emo. You wanna see emo? Look at Gerald. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. "i. hurt. ma. toe." hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH the paul sisters are so fun to spend the night with. Especially fel and her you-know-what! hahahahaha. thanks for the wooonderful sleep i had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priss you rock! You made me laugh, i love you! Judith, you stone(rock)! And i love you though we're miles apart. funny pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/Beckham%20doggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREMA + PAULINE, no obvious tags on my board please!! Van, doesn't even read this. haha. Ally i miss you too. :) Never see you since my birthday outing u know!Aiyooo, when u gonna come for 7 huh? And fel, u gave me such a nice hug today :) shweetie pies all of you'll are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115483389470679084?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115483389470679084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115483389470679084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115483389470679084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115483389470679084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-very-nice-happened-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115476461050194786</id><published>2006-08-05T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:56:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY my skin can be seen again. THANK YOU JUDITH! At least, i think it was you who helped me. :) You D best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now don't go worrying bout me. It's not like i think about this constantly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. I'm sure, right Priss? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym with the other two bumps was fun! Too bad priss couldn't come to complete it. AND andrea and her tuition. :( But you know what happened? I was queing up for the treadmill and i HONESTLY didn't see the other guy there first. SO after 5 mins of running, and i'd got into the mode of running already, Van comes and tells me that the guy suddenly went up to her and said "You see! I was waiting here first and then this MONKEY comes and goes first"&lt;br /&gt;i was appalled! I'm not thaat mean as to take someone's place like that! So i got annoyed cos i was already into the mode of running, and he was hinting largely that i should get off. So i had to stop. And when i apologised to him? He didnt even acknowledge it. Freeeaakk eh, this kinda people.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part? When he started running HE looked like a monkey! His shoulders were squared and his arms were stiff as they moved along his sides. SERIOUSLY. He's calling ME the monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/i%20agree.gif" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to sleep anyway. What's the point when my dreams are infected with what you have to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115476461050194786?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115476461050194786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115476461050194786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115476461050194786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115476461050194786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-my-skin-can-be-seen-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115469741302716125</id><published>2006-08-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:25:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. Being me i wanted to try and change the skin, thinking i COULD do it. But now? It's gone. Disappeared. Vanished. Oh shite, i liked that skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priss is eating so she can't help me, Judith is offline, so how am i to do it??!! It's not like i created this blog. I need help. And fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, uuurrgghh. huieusdhc is being annoying again. By not even doing anything. Just being fhdufhd at times, it annoys me. &lt;em&gt;So tonight i'll sit and think about your pictures. And over-analyse your words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-analysing? That's so psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Shar to come, my parents aren't home for a whole weekend, WOO! (claps once) hahah. But what am i gonna do? Study, yes. They told me they installed a camera anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/400/ouch.2.gif" width="230" border="0" /&gt;THAT's how boring my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115469741302716125?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115469741302716125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115469741302716125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115469741302716125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115469741302716125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115462182117681209</id><published>2006-08-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:17:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what i realised? Even after we've had such a nice conversation, it doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this i feel like priss. ieuffdmkadjfurijfajmnfjadfiefj. emo much. hahaha. "you have a distorted definition of emo" But that wasnt said by priss la. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla Eng Shu Mei(haha, now everyone knows your chinese name), you have to learn. Learn not to keep it all inside all the time cos thats what a blog is for, and most importantly, what WE are for. okay??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no sch tmr which is why i'm staying up late wasting time on the comp. My eyelids are sooo heavy, but at least Gerald entertained me with his chinese teacher and sleeping classmate stories just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, something so weird happened. Last night, i dreamt that Gerald had sore eyes, and get this, HE REALLY DID HAVE SORE EYES. Seriously, that is just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turning saints into the sea"&lt;br /&gt;"Turning sex into a dream"&lt;br /&gt;"Turning everybody green"&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one is the correct line for Mr. Brightside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAA my picture can't be uploaded again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least spend 4 days on an island at your family's local town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115462182117681209?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115462182117681209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115462182117681209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115462182117681209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115462182117681209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-what-i-realised-even-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115460886900499979</id><published>2006-08-03T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:45:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Yo, Mr Yeo G, over here. Ova heeerreee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Until van spoilt it by saying "ova-ryyyy"&lt;br /&gt;Nuh van. MAJOR nuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG judith is going to watch saosin and underoath and senses fail, walao eh! Pictures, yes i'm sure that'll measure up to the REAL THING. Just rub it in judith, &lt;strong&gt;rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/errr.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, really. What are we doing. Hahahaha. Prema is quite famous here huh. :) (Way to go Prems-ie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115460886900499979?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115460886900499979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115460886900499979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115460886900499979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115460886900499979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-mr-yeo-g-over-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115451951608390408</id><published>2006-08-02T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:51:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS SO GOOD!!!! jhudhfdjk syndrome was completely absent! But school was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Judith! I know you know who that is. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/PHOT0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now tell me, do YOU watch Onion.&lt;br /&gt;Prema i luuuuvvvee you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115451951608390408?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115451951608390408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115451951608390408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115451951608390408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115451951608390408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-so-good-jhudhfdjk-syndrome.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115444239338412786</id><published>2006-08-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:26:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today this happened.&lt;br /&gt;Van: Eh, Jaime! You got pimple on your cheek!&lt;br /&gt;Jaime: NO! Only because i got my thing. Everytime during, before and after then i'll always get pimples.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: Isn't that all the time?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. couldnt stop laughing. These things Jaime says ah. AND, she doesn't find it funny. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, steps to get rid of pimples from a GUY:&lt;br /&gt;First you wash with clean and clear that blue bottle thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then you apply pimple cream.&lt;br /&gt;Must wash your face with water every now and then when you're outside.&lt;br /&gt;If can, use oil clean sheet when you feel like.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You know i'm not making fun of you la. I just want to share this info with the rest of the world. Hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/PHOT0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, there's Jaime acting cool. Why that pic's sideways, i don't know. Hahah. She's reeallly good at the guitar, even though she thinks she's not cos she cant play the sweet child of mine solo properly yet! I mean, how many people can play that? And everytime i want to learn songs from her she's so patient. Even though i ALWAYS can't get it right. JAIME you rock. really :)) even though you have many saypos. HAHAH. "Yes, refess!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more feuihfido syndrome today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115444239338412786?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115444239338412786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115444239338412786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115444239338412786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115444239338412786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-this-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115434949946358693</id><published>2006-07-31T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:38:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY morning was baaad. reaaal bad. i just kept thinking about it and i know i'm having rtyuihfui syndrome but the more i thought about it the more i realised i had no idea why i was having dfiuhdsi syndrome! So maybe i had no reason to be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then, sth funny happened. There was this girl we saw who had an extremely low voice. A girl with a voice that low is quite rare. And she was talking rather loudly. She and her friends were all talking about someone. All of a sudden she said "i tell you ah, her voice puts me off!" You should have seen Van's face. Hilarious with a capital V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARGH im trying to upload a pic but it can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pauline, Beee live it. hehhehheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115434949946358693?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115434949946358693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115434949946358693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115434949946358693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115434949946358693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-morning-was-baaad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115426607294686920</id><published>2006-07-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:27:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always manage to just say the PERFECT things at the PERFECT time. I wonder what kinda person ythfkddfhj thinks i am. Probably someone who just wants ta talk about herself aaalllll the time.  aaaaaaaaaaa. i dont know la, i DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this i listen to savage garden. i know, don't ask. But they soothe me. I NEED TO STUDY, seriously. But how can i when all i can think about is my stupidity in front of iuhiufhir.&lt;br /&gt;It really is unfair how other people can do it just fine and i always either screw it up or just nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about it Rach, you have your prelims to worry about! IT IS IN 2 WEEKS and so dont waste time please. OKAAAY then. JUDITH i miss you. "you d best la you d best" and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogging thing is getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115426607294686920?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115426607294686920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115426607294686920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115426607294686920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115426607294686920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-always-manage-to-just-say-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115424033647324906</id><published>2006-07-30T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:22:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaahah</title><content type='html'>Today was an AWE-SUM morning. even though i am really an idiot sometimes. i have no idea why i can't just behave NORMALLY. my goodness. ask van. she knows aaalll about it, doesn't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, haha, the G ghost didn't come haunt me in my sleep last night. Really, 2 nights in a row? as prema says, too muuuch. heh. just kidding la, you know you make me laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel this certain sense of aura about me and i really don't know how to describe it. its a terrible feeling, and nothing has been done for me to feel this way. SO GET IT OUUTTT GEETT IITT OOUUTTTT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/1600/PHOT0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/PHOT0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. Nothing like a gigantic slipper to brighten up your day. hahah. Now is that really my sister trying to carry it? And my brother lifting his hand up to the imaginary?? My, my. They are related to me aren't they. Now look at that! Her jacket matches the slipper! i think we were gonna watch Peter Pan that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this is funny for bern who thinks princessy.blogspot.com is a good idea. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ifsevenelevenisopen24hoursthenwhydothedoorshavelocks?.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;sharpasamotorazr.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;imtoocheerytobeemo.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. needless to say, these are all funny ideas. except for the last one, she came up with it. wow bern. (wow mark-prema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaay then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115424033647324906?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115424033647324906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115424033647324906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115424033647324906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115424033647324906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahaahah.html' title='hahaahah'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845149.post-115418696370093869</id><published>2006-07-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:29:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>omg. i was gonna go and bathe and then my sister comes home and DASHES to the bathroom. so now i cant bathe. i know what u must be thinking, this girl only has one toilet in her house? well, no. i just dont like using my parents bathroom. i mean, the shampoo my mum uses smells of coconut, which is so weird. and my dad uses head and shoulders. head and shoulders. no offence to everyone who uses head and shoulders, but the name itself puts me off. shampoo IS only for your head right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about toilet accesories. I have to wake up early tmr but noo, my sister cant let me have my 5 minute bath when she takes 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i'm feeling so anti-social nows-a-days. im just staying at home, studying. Doing nth much else really. I guess thats what prelims and o levels do to you huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a random piccie &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/3470/320/31714586643554s.0.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DID CHA KNOW that that guy's with the boy from nsync? Forgot which one. The point is, he finally let it out to the world. After all these years. My, my, some people get all the luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY my sister's out in record time. About ten mins i think. Goodnight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31845149-115418696370093869?l=danceewithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115418696370093869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31845149&amp;postID=115418696370093869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115418696370093869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31845149/posts/default/115418696370093869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceewithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/seriously.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>Rachael Nicole Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06931503539598095235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
