<?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-6547900</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:36.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with fire</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily streaks of crimson, mauve and turqoise that appear on the canvas of my life, the swirl of my soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-109550939789662351</id><published>2004-09-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T20:35:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update02</title><content type='html'>hi. i have just read my previous post. and i conclude that it is totally banal and uncalled for. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii potarrrrrrrrrtoe! :]&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. arghhhhhh. anyway this is a blog, not an outlet to complain, complain, complain.&lt;br /&gt;hey wait a second.. heh. anyway, didn't do much today.. had english oral.. jsut crapped my way through.. as always.. oh well what to do.. you're born with a mouth might as well use it..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;okay now i'm less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;you know i think i am corrupted. i don't know why. is the human race corrupted? yes. but if i'm not corrupted, i'm abnormal, and that in itself makes me corrupted. you know?? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. i wanted to watch the Trocks but i didn't. so sad ah. my HOLY COW YOU SHOULD SEE THEIR TURNS MAN. WOAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;oh YA had my first majors exam! i was majorly nervous. didn't really MAXIMISE my fucking technique. oh WELL. what to do. can't do anything about it. so might as well forget it.&lt;br /&gt;ladidah. LADIDAH. must change the bloody layout. its screwed up on me. heh!&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/6547900-109550939789662351?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/109550939789662351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/109550939789662351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#109550939789662351' title='update02'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-109427359896145487</id><published>2004-09-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T12:53:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;finally i am updating the blog. oh well. so many things to do and so many people to think about and &lt;span&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. feeling a bit down because of some people. actually, one person. and i get pissed with myself everytime i think of how despite everything that happened i still love that person. so, so much. even if things don'twork out, i'll never forget anything.. anything that happened these past few months. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love him and i curse myself for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; damn. what's love anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love a feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love an illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love a universal truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love existent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love infatuation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is love forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;personally i don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will remember you.. will you remember me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let your life pass you by..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;weep not for the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you look at the wounds and ask, why, belle, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but do you really care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or do you think it's what you have to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do you mean it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so tired of this straight line..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everywhere you turn..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vultures and thieves at your back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the storm keeps on twisting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you keep on building the lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it don't make no difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;escaping one last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's easier to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this sweet madness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh this glorious sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that brings me to my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly away.. from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from this dark, cold hotel room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the endlessness that you fear..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from your silent reverie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're in the arms of the angel..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may you find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some comfort here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let's escape.. let's just run to the edge of the earth and jump off. so tired. something has already happened, even if things work out we can't pretend it never did, it's not the same anymore but i don't want it to end.. i don't want anything to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-109427359896145487?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/109427359896145487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/109427359896145487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#109427359896145487' title='update.'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108203748516361986</id><published>2004-04-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:02:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[whee]</title><content type='html'>hi. am really tired. will be short entry. ah wells napfa was better than expected.. yayee=) didn't go for dance today had DNAzymes talk at science centre. aha got church tomorrow.. can't wait heehee.. but still owe gomez ice cream sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108203748516361986?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108203748516361986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108203748516361986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108203748516361986' title='[whee]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108168711618342903</id><published>2004-04-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:42:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[shadows]</title><content type='html'>The shadows are a distracting place&lt;br /&gt;Shadows disillusion you.&lt;br /&gt;Why wait in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Why watch in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Come out..&lt;br /&gt;Come out.&lt;br /&gt;Break free&lt;br /&gt;from apparent unbreakable bonds&lt;br /&gt;Break free&lt;br /&gt;Come..&lt;br /&gt;Come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are no longer..&lt;br /&gt;Light empowers&lt;br /&gt;Light fills&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness will never be banished&lt;br /&gt;Shadows will never disappear&lt;br /&gt;But stand with your face up&lt;br /&gt;Shadows you will see not.&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness must be filled..&lt;br /&gt;Shadows must be brightened.&lt;br /&gt;Come..&lt;br /&gt;Come out&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Come and brighten those shadows&lt;br /&gt;Make them disappear.&lt;br /&gt;They will.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it&lt;br /&gt;You can do it&lt;br /&gt;If you only try. &lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108168711618342903?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108168711618342903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108168711618342903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108168711618342903' title='[shadows]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108168684154268823</id><published>2004-04-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:37:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[fire]</title><content type='html'>Fire&lt;br /&gt;You lick&lt;br /&gt;You roar&lt;br /&gt;You scream&lt;br /&gt;You empower me&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;You devour&lt;br /&gt;You discern...&lt;br /&gt;You depress&lt;br /&gt;You inspire&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;Only you can do this&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;So enflamed...&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;Fire?&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Are you gone?&lt;br /&gt;Please say no?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say yes?&lt;br /&gt;Fire...?&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;You tear&lt;br /&gt;You torture&lt;br /&gt;You instigate&lt;br /&gt;You instill fear..&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;You dispel&lt;br /&gt;You digress&lt;br /&gt;You lap up my&lt;br /&gt;bleeding heart.&lt;br /&gt;Fire...&lt;br /&gt;I can only do &lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;I can only&lt;br /&gt;give all&lt;br /&gt;give my soul&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;may I have this dance?&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;may I dance with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108168684154268823?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108168684154268823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108168684154268823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108168684154268823' title='[fire]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108160722121427115</id><published>2004-04-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:30:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sheesh]</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;people should come up with their own poems.&lt;br /&gt;copying people's poems is just totally&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;serious lack of&lt;br /&gt;originality.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;went cycling yesterday with constance stephanie adele yuetong grace laura alicia sam.. who else ah. sorry ah&lt;br /&gt;I very blur now&lt;br /&gt;very tired&lt;br /&gt;very tired&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;chehh!&lt;br /&gt;hehh&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah if I forgot your name. =)&lt;br /&gt;my inner thighs hurt like hell man!&lt;br /&gt;xu jie stretched us like mad again&lt;br /&gt;he's obsessed with stretching&lt;br /&gt;he has a nice arch.. hehh&lt;br /&gt;OH I LOVE THAT SONG SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;agahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;CHEH OHEY POTATOEY BESTIE! but I don't think you're reading this though haha&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm going to the sleeping beauty audition&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously not going to get in&lt;br /&gt;[and tingzhi thinks she will.. hehh]&lt;br /&gt;i bet christina will get the young aurora part............&lt;br /&gt;i saw her extensions.....&lt;br /&gt;she is a strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO TIRED&lt;br /&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a notebook from ig's heaven..&lt;br /&gt;it has a monogram of egyptian stick figures..&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should show it to mr ang..&lt;br /&gt;hehh&lt;br /&gt;I'm TIRED&lt;br /&gt;AND BORED&lt;br /&gt;HEHH&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;josh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced&lt;br /&gt;try somemore.&lt;br /&gt;COME OUT OF THE SHADOWS!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised what you meant. &lt;br /&gt;you and your sweet tongue..&lt;br /&gt;eat too much strawberry yogurt already.&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;YU YUN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;A BABY IS NEVER A TISSUE&lt;br /&gt;A BABY IS A LIFE&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION IS EVIL&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AN IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;I WILL KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU EAT SHARK'S FIN&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE REALLY IT.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;hhehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108160722121427115?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108160722121427115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108160722121427115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108160722121427115' title='[sheesh]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108143859883037508</id><published>2004-04-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:40:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[revelations]</title><content type='html'>I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why boys are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Just now bryane was trying to a]convince me to let him see my picture &lt;br /&gt;b]call me lis.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Then joshua kept saying that I should have gone for his concert.&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry but &lt;br /&gt;a]my mother won't allow&lt;br /&gt;b]my mother won't GO WITH ME, JOSHUA!&lt;br /&gt;c]I don't want to sit with giggly bimbos&lt;br /&gt;d]I don't want to run into khairul&lt;br /&gt;e]no one i know is going&lt;br /&gt;f]I don't know how I would react&lt;br /&gt;g]they'll chase me out for laughing too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yu yun,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to kill you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put the reason down here&lt;br /&gt;in case people read it&lt;br /&gt;but I swear&lt;br /&gt;one of these days&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;kill &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am tired&lt;br /&gt;and bored&lt;br /&gt;and tired &lt;br /&gt;and giddy&lt;br /&gt;and pissed off&lt;br /&gt;and interested&lt;br /&gt;and disinterested&lt;br /&gt;and tired.&lt;br /&gt;and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108143859883037508?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108143859883037508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108143859883037508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108143859883037508' title='[revelations]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108091557350298564</id><published>2004-04-02T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T22:23:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ouch]</title><content type='html'>ouch!&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt&lt;br /&gt;they were squished in pointe shoes and now..&lt;br /&gt;they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;pointe isn't as glorious as people make it out to be, you know.&lt;br /&gt;hehh&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;just came back from catechism&lt;br /&gt;had this stations of the cross thingy...&lt;br /&gt;all the girls started crying when they showed Jesus being &lt;br /&gt;crucified&lt;br /&gt;good grief&lt;br /&gt;neway&lt;br /&gt;*log off! you gotta be in sch early!*&lt;br /&gt;*nagnagnagnagnag NAG NAG*&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;stupid mother is bugging me&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/6547900-108091557350298564?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108091557350298564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108091557350298564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108091557350298564' title='[ouch]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108056210033474547</id><published>2004-03-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:12:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[pointe shoes.]</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got ma pointe shoes.. &lt;br /&gt;YOOHOO..&lt;br /&gt;heehee. i went to sonata rainbow dancewear [duh] and collected my purplee leotard... then i asked mr ong for pointe shoes.. so  he gave me this stockingy thingy to put on and toe pads.. then he pulled out a pair of shoes.. then he pulled out this mat thingy and asked me to stand in demi second.. then i tried on two more pairs before he said okay.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the car, I looked at the soles and realised he had given me suprima strongs..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i tried on a serenade [ i think] and it went "craaaaaaaaccc-K!"&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;then janice and tingzhi were like,&lt;br /&gt;"eh! no fair! suprima strong!"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like,&lt;br /&gt;er.. *blank look* huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm driving my mother crazy&lt;br /&gt;everyday she hears this noise...&lt;br /&gt;*tok*&lt;br /&gt;*tok*&lt;br /&gt;*toktoktoktoktok!*&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;haha'&lt;br /&gt;and my sister's like,&lt;br /&gt;WAH... SO SHINY!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like,&lt;br /&gt;*a-doi* DUH?&lt;br /&gt;hehhh&lt;br /&gt;ms cheah said one strengthening exercise was to immerse your feet in cold water, then hot, then cold, then hot..&lt;br /&gt;I'd DIE AH!&lt;br /&gt;cheh!&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;gotta go reprepare for debate..&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan and jonathan coming in to watch..&lt;br /&gt;*opens eyes really big and bites nails*&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;cheh ohey potatoey.. you know who you are.. you know what i mean! =)&lt;br /&gt;bubbyeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;HE TOLD ME NOT TO TRAIN WITH TOE PADS!!!!! UH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108056210033474547?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108056210033474547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108056210033474547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108056210033474547' title='[pointe shoes.]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-108004788383202879</id><published>2004-03-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:21:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[caged bird.]</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Caged without a key&lt;br /&gt;Everyone comes to stare at me &lt;br /&gt;With so much joy and rivalry&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They didn't know how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Through my smile I cry&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what they're doin' to me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from flyin'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's why I say that&lt;br /&gt;I know why the caged bird sings&lt;br /&gt;Only joy comes from song&lt;br /&gt;She's so rare and beautiful to theirs&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why not just set her free&lt;br /&gt;So she can &lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;Spreadin' her wings and her song&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Let her&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly fly&lt;br /&gt;For the whole world to see&lt;br /&gt;She's like caged bird&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;Ooh just let her fly &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Just let her fly &lt;br /&gt;Just let her fly &lt;br /&gt;Spread the wings&lt;br /&gt;Spread the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-108004788383202879?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108004788383202879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/108004788383202879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#108004788383202879' title='[caged bird.]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107935928829355967</id><published>2004-03-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:05:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[prove it]</title><content type='html'>you think love exists?&lt;br /&gt;you think it's possible?&lt;br /&gt;despite what you've been through&lt;br /&gt;you actually still think&lt;br /&gt;love prevails?&lt;br /&gt;you think people stay together?&lt;br /&gt;you think true love exists?&lt;br /&gt;you think you can love someone&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;you think love is that simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ain't love&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no such thing as love&lt;br /&gt;love is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;an illusion created to disillusion you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing but a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still think love exists?&lt;br /&gt;prove it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107935928829355967?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935928829355967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935928829355967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107935928829355967' title='[prove it]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107935892336250240</id><published>2004-03-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:58:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ugh]</title><content type='html'>WHAT IS EVERYBODY'S PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE GUYS HAVING PMS TODAY IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;HUH????????&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY MY BLOODY NEIGHBOUR&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE READING THIS&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET IT&lt;br /&gt;WHO CREATED LIES ABOUT WHO?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?????&lt;br /&gt;YOU ANSWER THAT&lt;br /&gt;YOUSELF.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO YOU CARE HOW MUCH I GOT FOR PSLE&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO YOU CARE WHETHER I WAS ON TV&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO YOU CARE WHO I LIKE&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS &lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO YOU CARE WHO JOSHUA LIKES&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUSINESS EITHER&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK YOU'RE DAMN BIG?&lt;br /&gt;REALITY CHECK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC LIAR&lt;br /&gt;WHO ACCUSES OTHER PEOPLE OF LYING&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU SAY I'M BLIND?&lt;br /&gt;PISS OFF AND GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR&lt;br /&gt;OR WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;TREASURE YOUR LIFE TOO MUCH TO LOOK?&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOOKS KILL DON'T THEY?&lt;br /&gt;WELL TOO BAD&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU CAN'T BREAK ME&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU CAN'T FORCE ME&lt;br /&gt;TO GIVE IN&lt;br /&gt;AND THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT&lt;br /&gt;COS&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;AT &lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107935892336250240?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935892336250240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935892336250240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107935892336250240' title='[ugh]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107935537221474296</id><published>2004-03-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:59:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Depression]</title><content type='html'>Depression. &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;What exactly depression is?&lt;br /&gt;When it is felt?&lt;br /&gt;At what extent?&lt;br /&gt;How it is felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had found out.&lt;br /&gt;But I didnn't;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True pain is when the crimson flowing from your arms isn't felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't reached that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fix me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broken.&lt;br /&gt;YOu can't break me&lt;br /&gt;but you can't save me either&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/6547900-107935537221474296?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935537221474296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107935537221474296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107935537221474296' title='[Depression]'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107891233116541797</id><published>2004-03-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:55:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moral disintegration of society</title><content type='html'>[Societal problems]&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile delinquency. Homosexuality. Anorexia nervosa. Bulimia. Terrorism. Clinical depression. &lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to this world?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not see, ladies and gentlemen, that depletion of your OWN moral standards provides the capacity for mistakes in the WORLD such as corruption, which wiill inevitably lead to the moral disintegration of society??&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I shall leave to conjecture.&lt;br /&gt;It's none of my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book entitled Diary of an anorexic girl.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;A deeply converse topic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have to lose 5 kg... at least. But I'm not gonna become anorexic. Gawd. HowEVER, I NEED to lose.. or else. I mean. Look at me for pete's sakes. Beeg sigh.&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/6547900-107891233116541797?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107891233116541797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107891233116541797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107891233116541797' title='The moral disintegration of society'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107891141004611667</id><published>2004-03-10T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:39:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why people do what they do?&lt;br /&gt;Why they trust who they trust?&lt;br /&gt;Why they portray what they feel?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who really chooses the punishment?&lt;br /&gt;Who executes the crime?&lt;br /&gt;Who carries the guilt on her heart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind people's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;What's the solution to the indefinable problem&lt;br /&gt;Or what you could have done differently if &lt;br /&gt;You'd only had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why you stick with it?&lt;br /&gt;Who plots with you and against you?&lt;br /&gt;Or if now is a good time to just give up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of wondering...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107891141004611667?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107891141004611667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107891141004611667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107891141004611667' title='Do you ever wonder?'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107862651421055471</id><published>2004-03-07T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:31:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed</title><content type='html'>Deep streaks of crimson&lt;br /&gt;Pain?&lt;br /&gt;Self-denial&lt;br /&gt;Lack of real inner strength&lt;br /&gt;Flowing&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of comtemplation&lt;br /&gt;Wild streams of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Dark thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Rip&lt;br /&gt;Tear&lt;br /&gt;Draw the blood...&lt;br /&gt;Quick!&lt;br /&gt;A quick moment of&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy..&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Decisions&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal&lt;br /&gt;Denial.Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;Run to a land&lt;br /&gt;Far away..&lt;br /&gt;Run to paradise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107862651421055471?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107862651421055471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107862651421055471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107862651421055471' title='Bleed'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107862631723321905</id><published>2004-03-07T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:28:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee...</title><content type='html'>Gee. I'm TIRED. I got tortured yesterday and am aching all over. I am sick. And I have church, ballet and tuition today. In my opinion, life is beautiful..without tuition. Of all subjects I have to take CHN tuition. Bloody hell. Not to mention I'm really worried about some people... People who do things to themselves...why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107862631723321905?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107862631723321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107862631723321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107862631723321905' title='Whee...'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107813913413205307</id><published>2004-03-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:08:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A [not]nice day</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a bloody HC test. Meaning higher chinese. it SUCKED IT SUCKED IT SUCKED. I FORGOT to study for it can you believe it??????????? Oh man! today is not a good day. Am planning to do constructive with my life.. but haven't decided what yet. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107813913413205307?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107813913413205307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107813913413205307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107813913413205307' title='A [not]nice day'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107797336261747709</id><published>2004-02-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:05:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THBT the girl will abstain from hot guys</title><content type='html'>I need to post this.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL ABSTAIN FROM HOT GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, I won't fall for any hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;TOO many girls like them already.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute..&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy and you think you're hot..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107797336261747709?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107797336261747709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107797336261747709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107797336261747709' title='THBT the girl will abstain from hot guys'/><author><name>lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12503422619108842677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547900.post-107797262077307155</id><published>2004-02-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:53:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first entry. </title><content type='html'>Hey there..whoever is reading this..&lt;br /&gt;Well uh..this is my first entry so bear with my newbie-ness..heh&lt;br /&gt;Today..was a tiring day..spent seven fifteen to twelve plus in the dance studio.. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;oh YEAH..first of all. *clears throat* only friends are allowed to read this. If you are not my friend, you wouldn't and SHOULDN'T be reading this. Unless you want to be my friend and if you're my enemy with no intention of becoming friends, unless you want to read how I MAY diss you, I am cordially inviting you to leave to conjecture. Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;Okie. Back to what I was talking about, which was.. yeah. my day. I was actually supposed to go to the asian aerospace show.. but due to some &lt;em&gt;unfortunate incidents&lt;/em&gt;.. I could not. [hey the one who caused the unfortunate incidents if you are reading this.. I forgive you lah. heehee:)]&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired. *yawn yawn* I shall go to bed soon.. have church tomorrow.. hopefully I will be able to wake up. *sleepy face*goodnight my dear people.. *yawn yawn yawn* :) be real be good and behave..not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6547900-107797262077307155?l=dancewithfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107797262077307155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6547900/posts/default/107797262077307155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancewithfire.blogspot.com/index.html#107797262077307155' title='The first entry. 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