<?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-3393501893056332043</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:28:03.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Break It Down Now!"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8903988084000321893</id><published>2009-10-10T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:52:12.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>This board has moved to &lt;a href="http://arcaindomain.blogspot.com/"&gt;ACDM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8903988084000321893?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8903988084000321893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8903988084000321893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8903988084000321893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8903988084000321893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7840822936864070740</id><published>2009-10-06T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:39:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SstEDx5TSkI/AAAAAAAAARI/kkQRnopcgls/s1600-h/Mr+Personality.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SstEDx5TSkI/AAAAAAAAARI/kkQRnopcgls/s200/Mr+Personality.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389476210802903618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Dammit. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for RED CAMP~ CAN'T WAIT FOR RED CAMP~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And O lvls are coming. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep, but I can't. Mom's birthday tomorrow and I wanna wish her right on midnight. And wow, I don't have much to post. Nothing much happened today, really. Chem and Physics prep papers. Taught Ani Add maths last night, and ended up finally understanding binomial thrm. Haha. Went to mac to eat. And the Koko Krunch McFlurry is NOTHING special. Wasted cash again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And October's song of the month, we have two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor&lt;br /&gt;This Is Halloween - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right. 'O' levels, I will survive you! xD I know, the song doesn't really fit, but I couldn't give two shits about it. And October is the month of Halloween, one of my favourite days. =D Let Marilyn Manson introduce Halloween to you~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I'm not the kind of guy who listens to his music. Truth is, I don't. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time, when something big happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7840822936864070740?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7840822936864070740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7840822936864070740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7840822936864070740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7840822936864070740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SstEDx5TSkI/AAAAAAAAARI/kkQRnopcgls/s72-c/Mr+Personality.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1772274989547766193</id><published>2009-10-05T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:10:23.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Ssnsqz_zM3I/AAAAAAAAARA/sqJ9suhpRR8/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Ssnsqz_zM3I/AAAAAAAAARA/sqJ9suhpRR8/s200/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389098649381974898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me bag, with the Ugly Truth badge on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, so, I spent last week and will be spending the rest of the weeks doing prep exams; that is, all the papers crammed into a single week, twice. I know, sounds fun, doesn't it? I have started revision, btw, for those of you who are wondering. Surprising, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The laziness I possess is quite well-known, after all. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much has been happening, actually. Just that Selynna bought me two shirts two weekends ago, a green-black baseball shirt and a pink-black collared shirt. I also managed to get ahold of my prom attire, though there are still a few things missing. I'll handle it soon, though. I'm just gonna start studying for 'O's now. Except for CLB. That paper can rot, for all I care. The last paper is the day before prom, and it's listening compre, so who gives a shit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got registered for Red Camp, which is actually starting on the same day as my Prom night, so now I'm confused. I was thinking of going for Red Camp in the morning and maybe after lunch, leave the place and get ready for prom? Then again, I got a practice game with Prestine that morning too. Hmm... I really wanna go for Red Camp. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Poly stuff, I was wondering what I should set myself to do after Os too, and I gotta decide soon. Here's a list of choices I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join another dance crew and start breaking it down again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay with Prestine and shoot hoops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for 58th and become a CLT for NCC Land.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go with Daniel for coaching course and become an air rifle coach for like a 100 bucks per week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Plus, I've got my own personal priorities too. Haha. What to do, what to do? Help me decide, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my knuckle. Wheee~ BATTLE SCAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia 2 is awesome. Watched with Selynna, Freida, Ee Sheng and Courtney. Yes, we snuck Courtney in. Heheh. It wasn't the best horror movie, but the variety made it quite entertaining. Not a waste of money after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with Freida and Ying Shan last Fri. Not much to say. Just that we tried to sneak out of Swensens after ordering, but failed. So, we used up... Or maybe just me. I used up ALL of my savings. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon again, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1772274989547766193?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1772274989547766193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1772274989547766193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1772274989547766193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1772274989547766193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-bag-with-ugly-truth-badge-on-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Ssnsqz_zM3I/AAAAAAAAARA/sqJ9suhpRR8/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-781155994579886022</id><published>2009-09-13T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:26:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa ~ SOTM September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzoB0B-kxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VRd44hGDwsg/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzoB0B-kxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VRd44hGDwsg/s200/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380930772645352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Sentosa again on Friday for Klevyn's birthday chalet. Went home this morning. Yeah, was fun, and eventful. So much that I'm gonna break it down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzsaQl2YgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MQmuvD74moc/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzsaQl2YgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MQmuvD74moc/s200/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380935590675374594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzx0J-wJDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tbu3yL1jt_c/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzx0J-wJDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tbu3yL1jt_c/s200/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941533135512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told Klevyn I'd be at his house by 12, but... I got stuck at home watching Aliens In The Attic, so instead, I left home at 12. Haha. Went to Bukit Batok first, hung around for a while cause felt quite lazy to go to Klevyn's house so early, but went there anyway when Klevyn suddenly called. Scared uh. Haha. Took the MRT from Bukit Batok to Toa Payoh straight, then met Klevyn at the mall at Toa Payoh, whatever it's called. We went to his house first to eat, but I stayed there watching A.T.O.M.s for the first time, while eating Doritos. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klevyn said check in was at 3, but also, we left his house at 3 and reached Harbour Front at 4. Met my dad first to get money, before going to eat at Burger King. Then, we took the monorail to Sentosa. Oh, and Klevyn bought degree-less glasses. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there soon enough, then we went to check in. Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da. John-Marie came at about 6.15 pm, then we started to lepak from then on. We ate at this small restaurant cause we had 10% discount. Then played pool. Then went to the beach to walk back and forth. Really didn't have much to do. Went back at about 2.30 am, played cards till 3, before heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqztHs4xuWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AFb2fQngT-Q/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqztHs4xuWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AFb2fQngT-Q/s200/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380936371365067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Klevyn and John-Marie left, cause Klevyn had a match to go to and John-Marie was asked to go help Tita Josie with the food. Kristian and I stayed at the chalet. Went to shower, then ate the cup noodles. My cup noodles the cup got hole. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't eat till Khristian finished and lend me his cup. Haha. So, we went back and slacked off all the way to 3, when John and Tita Josie came. =D We brought the food to the chalet, but had a little accident along the way. I swear, I didn't drop the food delibrately! The plastic bag tore! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people started coming, with Klevyn bringing his friends; Daniel, Zul (A real club DJ. Wow.) and Syafiq. Courtney, Gab and the others came too. And I started to eat. Haha. Instant noodles for breakfast, two plates of spaghetti for lunch, and 1 plate of spaghetti, two plates of rice with sweet and sour fish and one-third tub of ice-cream. YEAH! Everyone went back soon, leaving just me, Klevyn, Khristian and John-Marie, and Klev's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2, we went to walk Klevyn's friends back to the taxi stand and started to take pictures. While &lt;span&gt;walking back, I had a small fight with this Malay guy who was walking past me holding a Big Gulp. He was staring at John, so I stared back. He stared back at me and said something in Malay and I told him to fuck off. The three of them stopped walking and simply stared at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like being an ass and grinned at them. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the chalet and went to bed at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzKOM45I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/H8lSM_9zyF4/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzKOM45I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/H8lSM_9zyF4/s200/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941516020442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at about 9&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and went to shower, before booking out and heading to Vivo to eat. Unsurprisingly, we took more pictures. Lollies. We ate at Food Republic, had sweet &amp;amp; sour fish rice again. Took pictures with the ferry and crap. Then, went home. Took the MRT from Harbour front to Serangoon, then took Circle Line to Bishan, before heading home to Bukit Batok. Haha. Long MRT trip. MY BATTERY SURVIVED! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now, slacking off like crap. I'm tired. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pics I took. Not all, though. And a lot more are in Klevyn's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try it... just once?Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzhH9SqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TbbE7xokWaY/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzhH9SqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TbbE7xokWaY/s200/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941522168269474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really tried waxing my hair before...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzY7eePI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2DJtY7Y9alM/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzxzY7eePI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2DJtY7Y9alM/s200/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941519968434418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzxyv5jdQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D6F9tg7V6h0/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzxyv5jdQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D6F9tg7V6h0/s200/DSC00097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941508954518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no evil and...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzy4rhv1pI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NRhThIljzUY/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzy4rhv1pI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NRhThIljzUY/s200/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380942710371767954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See no evil. haha. I was bored.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzy4ElC-SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Xs3ull0D6Oo/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sqzy4ElC-SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Xs3ull0D6Oo/s200/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380942699916622114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONG OF THE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Back, by Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Been going through a lot of conflicts nowadays, like the Saturday night one. Most of them are people being overly annoying, and me having a short fuse nowadays. Must be the stress. I'm getting snappy and grumpy. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yeah. For those who want nothing but to annoy me, get back motherf*cker (censored for the faint of heart), you don't know me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-781155994579886022?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/781155994579886022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=781155994579886022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/781155994579886022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/781155994579886022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentosa-sotm-september.html' title='Sentosa ~ SOTM September'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqzoB0B-kxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VRd44hGDwsg/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-977718506795098896</id><published>2009-09-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:09:31.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d035e48d2234b0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d035e48d2234b0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18AF1C064426B2B650C6F40A561BA532AE72966C.57AD24660B7DB36C2197F8C748D7C39FF4FDA221%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d035e48d2234b0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2qTw1z2H5qwyze-REoyPb7mBQRI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d035e48d2234b0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18AF1C064426B2B650C6F40A561BA532AE72966C.57AD24660B7DB36C2197F8C748D7C39FF4FDA221%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d035e48d2234b0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2qTw1z2H5qwyze-REoyPb7mBQRI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I came upon this video and I thought it was kinda funny... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa today with Jeremy Yeo, Yuen Kai, Alan and Zhen Lin, meeting them at West mall at 11 before heading there. We reached at about 12.30, cause we went small shopping at Candy Land, or whatever that shop is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Sentosa beach and we went to swim first, before going off to play basketball. And after that, we just swam again, before heading home. Not really in the mood to detail it up. As for photos, uhm, I'll upload it once Zhen Lin uploads them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Queensway after eating at Superdog, using up all my cash then. We were looking for jerseys, but I ended up finding more than that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND FLAT-BRIMMED CAPS, PUMP SHOES AND HOODIES! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but I'm cashless. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-977718506795098896?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/977718506795098896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=977718506795098896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/977718506795098896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/977718506795098896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-i-came-upon-this-video-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1329491504534050155</id><published>2009-09-08T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:53:38.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqZTW8vndkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/STtc0I8yh4U/s1600-h/cmbatmanjoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqZTW8vndkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/STtc0I8yh4U/s200/cmbatmanjoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379078458668709442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Batman's humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST SCREWED MY PSP OVER! TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a couple of games that required the latest software to be played, so I unknowingly updated my PSP to 5.51 version, which is a stupid mistake, cause it was an original version, not a custom version. Original versions don't play downloaded games. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of that, my PSP is virtually unplayable until D. Alex creates 5.51 M33 version. THEN, I can play. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotted at home today. Didn't do much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1329491504534050155?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1329491504534050155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1329491504534050155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1329491504534050155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1329491504534050155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotta-love-batmans-humour.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqZTW8vndkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/STtc0I8yh4U/s72-c/cmbatmanjoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1535772829474528680</id><published>2009-09-06T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:33:12.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqO6DATeMUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BrpvgSvOIcs/s1600-h/6252_133018103133_627278133_3245113_4930628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqO6DATeMUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BrpvgSvOIcs/s200/6252_133018103133_627278133_3245113_4930628_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378346940794548546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIA!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just wanna thank you for everything you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;How you listened to me when I talked to you, how you made me smile when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;how you were there when I needed company, how you understood whatever I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I really am grateful for having gotten to know you.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I could do the same.&lt;br /&gt;You're 14 years old now. Haha. You're slowly growing up. =D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great year, and have greater years ahead!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't come over to pass you your present.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a fever and I couldn't leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I'll try tomorrow, ok, when I get better? =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope to talk to you soon. Take care, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1535772829474528680?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1535772829474528680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1535772829474528680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1535772829474528680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1535772829474528680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-nadia.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIA'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SqO6DATeMUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BrpvgSvOIcs/s72-c/6252_133018103133_627278133_3245113_4930628_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6240241814422542328</id><published>2009-08-31T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:43:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvPjNYajOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aJPudvyab58/s1600-h/5660_1221408100558_1389618205_632172_251313_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvPjNYajOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aJPudvyab58/s200/5660_1221408100558_1389618205_632172_251313_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376118783991254242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for the blood donation drive two days ago, to give something back to the community, I guess. It started at 10 am, but I had to meet Yuen Kai at 12 cause he wanted to watch Spongebob. Haha. We reached at about 12.45, then went in with Zhen Lin, Sachin and Li Ying. It wasn't as bad or as scary as I thought. In fact, it was quite funny, or at least, I made it to be. I kept laughing to push away the pain of the needle, which was the size of a Vitagen straw! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I went out with Selynna and Courtney to Baybeats at Esplanade. We watched some band. Wasn't exactly all too excited about it. And we met Mark, Adam and Ee Sheen. From there, we went to Peninsular Plaza, where I finally found a few things that I've been longing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarke Quay after that and had Rock Candy, before we finally went hungry and we ate at Hooters. Don't ask... =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak at Singapore River after that. And this is the shitty part. For some reason, I started to feel left out, like an outcast. A feeling that I really, really hate. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home soon after, waiting for my parents to come home. And guess what happened the moment they reached? Well, my dad scolded me and actually pushed me aside, as I was opening the door FOR him. I didn't even do a damn thing. He proceeded to scold my younger brother after that cause he apparently wanted to sleep in their room, and I got scolded AGAIN cause I wasn't asleep either. How could I? You told me you wanted to buy me a flat one-size cap from Malaysia for me, something I've been wanting since my birthday, and hell, you didn't even buy it. So to say, I was excited to see it, so I didn't want to sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't as great a day as I wanted it to be, but we NEVER get what we want, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Teacher's Day? Well, the performances were awesome. Tried to have as much fun as we could, like singing the Indian Dance song with lyrics we thought the song was saying. "I'm a barley ninja~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to LAN after that, to play Left 4 Dead, and then basketball at shelter, and finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone buttons have all fallen off. Whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And I feel kinda alone now. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these are pictures taken by Ms Ngiam Huey Huey, though the last one was by Anira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken before waiting for our turn to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb8GyuiHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yqujUJwhnFQ/s1600-h/5216_125712097021_671422021_2321874_2366394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb8GyuiHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yqujUJwhnFQ/s200/5216_125712097021_671422021_2321874_2366394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132405858830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq mcm eating the meter. Haha. And my blood's being sucked. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb8V98sNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gosKiAF9DnI/s1600-h/5216_125712287021_671422021_2321896_735793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb8V98sNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gosKiAF9DnI/s200/5216_125712287021_671422021_2321896_735793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132409932427474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments. I ate three packs of Cream-O. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb85dD4FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zHEXpXcbhZ4/s1600-h/5216_125712692021_671422021_2321910_8188739_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb85dD4FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zHEXpXcbhZ4/s200/5216_125712692021_671422021_2321910_8188739_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132419458162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin was unlucky. They inserted the needle wrongly, so his blood shot out from the side of his wound like fountain. Messy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb9St_tgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aAv3flxUaqs/s1600-h/5216_125712757021_671422021_2321911_3730123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb9St_tgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aAv3flxUaqs/s200/5216_125712757021_671422021_2321911_3730123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132426240079362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The different coloured bandages they offered. I got pink. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcVgFnL1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZKMY5WSpz60/s1600-h/5216_125717427021_671422021_2321982_2308000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcVgFnL1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZKMY5WSpz60/s200/5216_125717427021_671422021_2321982_2308000_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132842145656658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Wallace's pose. Hehe. Maybelline guessed that I was going to take pink. She guessed right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcV2m3zbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Wb343iBFaiE/s1600-h/5216_125717502021_671422021_2321983_4909135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcV2m3zbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Wb343iBFaiE/s200/5216_125717502021_671422021_2321983_4909135_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132848190737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how big the needle is, as compared to Kenneth Yap's arm... And his arm is big. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb9tW5QCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AOdlFXAS_VQ/s1600-h/5216_125714167021_671422021_2321926_3948763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Spvb9tW5QCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AOdlFXAS_VQ/s200/5216_125714167021_671422021_2321926_3948763_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132433390944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Anira. Titled 'Cunning Smile'. =_=;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcWcdkZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/xozlg-Z2vGo/s1600-h/5252_1068774934259_1672661174_135747_771605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvcWcdkZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/xozlg-Z2vGo/s200/5252_1068774934259_1672661174_135747_771605_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132858352265154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6240241814422542328?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6240241814422542328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6240241814422542328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6240241814422542328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6240241814422542328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-donation-drive.html' title='Blood Donation Drive'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpvPjNYajOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aJPudvyab58/s72-c/5660_1221408100558_1389618205_632172_251313_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-925852736790272430</id><published>2009-08-27T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:31:14.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpaXzWCURXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gbm9xsebvfo/s1600-h/IMG_8521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpaXzWCURXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gbm9xsebvfo/s200/IMG_8521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650113657685362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS! &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Maths paper 2 and history&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is Chemistry paper 2 and social studies.&lt;br /&gt;Today was mother tongue, so I no need come school, but came anyway to fetch Nadia to school.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Physics paper 2 and Geography paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this week, all these stressful papers will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma put a video of it up soon, once I get assess to a dance studio or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was studying physical geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Gastric pain. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-925852736790272430?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/925852736790272430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=925852736790272430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/925852736790272430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/925852736790272430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooh.html' title='Oooh'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SpaXzWCURXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gbm9xsebvfo/s72-c/IMG_8521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1520637552618483803</id><published>2009-08-22T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:21:28.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's a Sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So_-QXzCLSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AFmn_wPYWck/s1600-h/zacksp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So_-QXzCLSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AFmn_wPYWck/s200/zacksp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372792437695720738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is something I did. From a coloured plain picture of Zack Fair, into a dark Zack Fair with white streaks on his back and sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty boring. Did nothing really, except study Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Dissidia came out. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Damn I can't get myself to hype up at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1520637552618483803?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520637552618483803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1520637552618483803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1520637552618483803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1520637552618483803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-its-sat.html' title='And it&apos;s a Sat'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So_-QXzCLSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AFmn_wPYWck/s72-c/zacksp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-3087836442452201223</id><published>2009-08-21T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:27:13.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another messed up day. Oh boy. &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So62LCcxxNI/AAAAAAAAANw/ekC5KyD-mQw/s1600-h/6252_133018038133_627278133_3245102_8162184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So62LCcxxNI/AAAAAAAAANw/ekC5KyD-mQw/s200/6252_133018038133_627278133_3245102_8162184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372431706251969746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Today sucked. With every hour, came ANOTHER mess-up that seemed to involve me getting the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: Not in the right mood right now. Expect some explicit material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see. Firstly, I slept at 2.30 am and woke up at about 5.30, as always. Three hours of sleep and I was already feeling quite lethargic and grumpy. I literally dragged my way to school, and I think I took a small 10 minute nap while bathing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I reached school that I realised I forgot to bring the basketball I brought home yesterday. I knew that the others confirm scold me about this and I was so damn sian already. When I walked past Jeremy Tan, he asked for the ball and I say I forgot to bring, and Run Zhou down there call me fucker. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue reading period was damn sian also. Heh. And when PE started, I decided maybe this was the chance to wake myself up. We played a little prank, putting Jie Jian's shirt at the top of the basketball rim. Yeah, played around a while, until Mr Mazlee came to me and asked me if I was a P.R. and I said yeah. And he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was supposed to be nominated for EAGLES awards, not only by NCC Land, but by Air Rifle also. However, due to the messed-up structure of Singaporean Education, I could not get it. Why? Cause I'm not a Singapore citizen. I wanted that EAGLES award, man. Not only would it make my O lvl cert look a lot nicer, but the $250 reward money was tempting too. Damn it. Yuen Kai replaced me instead. I was damn disappointed already. And Sachin didn't help, constantly criticising me for making mistakes that he was making too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Sachin can be an asshole sometimes. Then again, everyone is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has some hypocritical education policies man... Meritocracy? Reward for work and work for reward? Well, I worked for the EAGLES. Screw you, MOE. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was from 8 to 9. And from 9 to 10, another set of bad news came out. A close friend of mine's father had passed away and I was extremely worried about her, cause she had a history of bad habits. Habits that I worked quite hard to get rid of and now fear of coming back. And what's more, I told Daniel to sms her for me and Lewis down there say that I was flirting, and with Daniel's phone some more. For the first time in Mrs Goh's class, I threw vulgarities loud enough for her to hear at Lewis and at Qi Jie, who was pretending to know everything, as always, and asking me to cool down and it isn't a big matter. Fuck you, you half-assed ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, from 9 to 10, the sleepiness was coming in. And at the end of this hour, Alan they all walk past the class and asked for the ball. I said I never bring and they all give me this annoying fucked up black face. And Pei San's message made me feel quite annoyed. If I really am worried? Hell, I already told you I am! Why are you doubting me so much?! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-1030 was recess, spent it rearranging the tables for exam. Prelims would be in the classrooms cause the hall is used for Oral Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 - 12.30? Well, nothing much. geog lesson. Decided this time that I would handle those problems that I COULD handle, and leave the other two to dread the rest of my day. So, immediately after school, I went back home to change and pick up the ball. And I came, calling Yuen Kai but he never answer the phone. Then they all call and scold me for not saying that I reached already. Run Zhou came down first and he already walked up to me like some asshole. And before I said anything else, I told him to bug off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't play at all with Run Zhou, Alan or Jeremy Tan. Simply played with Brandon they all. You guys wanted the ball so bad? There, you have it. Delivered in an hour RIGHT after school. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty much me trying to destress with basketball. And meeting Nadia, and then eating at Koufu with Gracie and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I solved the ball problem, but I'm still pissed at Run Zhou. He had been constantly annoying me everytime we're together. And this is the last straw. Hell, if he had continued arguing with me about him not doing anything at all, I'd have smacked his face right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves the disappointment, the worry and the frustration. I hate it when I can't solve my problems and turn it into my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-3087836442452201223?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/3087836442452201223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=3087836442452201223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3087836442452201223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3087836442452201223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-messed-up-day-oh-boy.html' title='Another messed up day. Oh boy. &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/So62LCcxxNI/AAAAAAAAANw/ekC5KyD-mQw/s72-c/6252_133018038133_627278133_3245102_8162184_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5718388319685605775</id><published>2009-08-11T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:33:42.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SoFvD1vSQxI/AAAAAAAAANo/Jg7KCjIMYMQ/s1600-h/Nice+ca-+wtf+happened+to+the+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SoFvD1vSQxI/AAAAAAAAANo/Jg7KCjIMYMQ/s200/Nice+ca-+wtf+happened+to+the+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368694342558040850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a very eventful weekend. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, Saturday, wanted to go out but had to stay at home and take care of my younger siblings while my parents and aunt went to the hospital for their check-ups. Went to play basketball after that and I realised then that I had finally caught up to the level where I'd no longer be a burden to the team. Yay? Heh. Went home kinda late after that, and was hit down by a couple of bad news, something that made me feel kinda helpless, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, woke up quite early and met up with Nadia and Howard at the Bukit Batok Bus Interchange. Saw quite a number of people while waiting for Gab, like Chang Yen and Fang Ting. Went off the Vivo once we decided that Gab was probably not coming. Took MRT and went there quite early. Booked the tickets, joining the frikingly long queue, before heading out to eat lunch at BURGER KING!... Which is too expensive for me! =D The movie was G.I. Joe, btw. On the way back to the cinema, I met Ayuu. Haha. And Julie and Momo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was watching the same movie, but I already knew that. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went inside, bought popcorn and we sat on the sixth row at the right. Ayuu and her friends sat on the second row at the left. lols. The movie started and I got scolded by the guy beside me for being too noisy. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, talked to her for a while, then went to Esplanade with Nad and Howard to catch the fireworks, but we ended up being at Padang, following the parade. And there was nothing much there. The fireworks were covered by trees too. Sucks. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, fetched Nadia home and explained to Haziq why we were late. City Hall was crowded, so we walked all the way to Raffles Place just to get into the MRT. Mmhm. Then, when I reached home, it was about 11.45. And at 1 o'clock, Feei suddenly called me. xD She just watched The Orphan and was too scared to go home, so I had to meet her at Bukit Gombak MRT and walk her home, before going home again. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, I'll keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that picture was taken a few months back, at Bukit Batok McDonald. Notice the back wheel? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAT:&lt;br /&gt;Not a stranger: May I know whose that girl you have fallen for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May I know what your name is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5718388319685605775?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5718388319685605775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5718388319685605775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5718388319685605775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5718388319685605775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-home-after-that-fetched-nadia-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SoFvD1vSQxI/AAAAAAAAANo/Jg7KCjIMYMQ/s72-c/Nice+ca-+wtf+happened+to+the+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4801235836362076064</id><published>2009-08-07T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:08:16.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxDR-ZNO-I/AAAAAAAAANg/FGztrenBp9U/s1600-h/6252_133018128133_627278133_3245117_2246263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxChJCYOcI/AAAAAAAAANA/ldn96e4SSXU/s200/6252_133018098133_627278133_3245112_3884116_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367237993047800258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCg2fGIsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hkX3rULo0BE/s1600-h/6252_133018038133_627278133_3245102_8162184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCg2fGIsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hkX3rULo0BE/s200/6252_133018038133_627278133_3245102_8162184_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367237988067975874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCglBF9nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pZrUt8790gI/s1600-h/6252_133017933133_627278133_3245090_5650750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCglBF9nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pZrUt8790gI/s200/6252_133017933133_627278133_3245090_5650750_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367237983378732658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCgZHmPLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CNESWNCOVyM/s1600-h/6252_133017718133_627278133_3245052_8375670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCgZHmPLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CNESWNCOVyM/s200/6252_133017718133_627278133_3245052_8375670_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367237980184788146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCf5SKBII/AAAAAAAAAMg/5rtlJIxnz4c/s1600-h/6252_133017713133_627278133_3245051_6499061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxCf5SKBII/AAAAAAAAAMg/5rtlJIxnz4c/s200/6252_133017713133_627278133_3245051_6499061_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367237971639141506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3/4 of the retards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwulY9tDoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzf_rI_KynY/s1600-h/DSC00724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwulY9tDoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzf_rI_KynY/s200/DSC00724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216075810082434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Xin Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwulP6ak4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pkoW4UBuuuU/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwulP6ak4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pkoW4UBuuuU/s200/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216073380369282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwukktdzTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T3ZnF3vdSNc/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwukktdzTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T3ZnF3vdSNc/s200/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216061783330098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nazirul, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Snwukej7s5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/igXFkZ-z3dU/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Snwukej7s5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/igXFkZ-z3dU/s200/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216060132733842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Snwuj9ZUYaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xzU_4_8qdFo/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Snwuj9ZUYaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xzU_4_8qdFo/s200/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216051229843874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77c57cb17dd9595" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D077c57cb17dd9595%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20898DCBD20C9C7FF9A5189EF40F569513C979DD.2559806ED96D10C51F4216938C1DC11C46A87F2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77c57cb17dd9595%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCfL7dza-bdHyW8zoC7FhOmL2vy0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D077c57cb17dd9595%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330266049%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20898DCBD20C9C7FF9A5189EF40F569513C979DD.2559806ED96D10C51F4216938C1DC11C46A87F2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77c57cb17dd9595%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCfL7dza-bdHyW8zoC7FhOmL2vy0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the smoothest way to give someone a rose? Why, slide in on your knees, of course. xD That's Nadia, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More to come once I get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4801235836362076064?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=77c57cb17dd9595&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4801235836362076064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4801235836362076064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4801235836362076064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4801235836362076064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/34-of-retards-me-and-xin-le-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnxDR-ZNO-I/AAAAAAAAANg/FGztrenBp9U/s72-c/6252_133018128133_627278133_3245117_2246263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-306106209079409064</id><published>2009-08-07T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:48:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTM August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwrSYq2jXI/AAAAAAAAALw/AjMO89Fo7P4/s1600-h/Picture+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwrSYq2jXI/AAAAAAAAALw/AjMO89Fo7P4/s200/Picture+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367212450778615154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the first week of August! I finally have a song in mind that, I think, would suit how I'm feeling right now. Before that, though, Imma talk about yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOST MY HAIR! TOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my bestie, btw. Maybelline. Haha. We had our Official Opening Ceremony yesterday, and I was the Parade Emcee. It went well, I guess, other than the radio lagging up the salute song. Other than that, it was fine. After that, had absolutely nothing to do, so I went to bathe, then accompanied Nazirul all over the place, before finally spending almost the rest of the night in the Dnace Studio with the Malay Dance. And then, went up to the hall for the finale. I was so hungry, and I didn't think I could go inside cause I had not been invited, when finally, I was told that I could go inside cause I had duty. It was a nine-course dinner, and I only went in on the last course. wtf, why?! ToT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accompanied Nad adik and Fanna kak to 7-11, then lepaked till 11, before finally bringing Nad home and going home myself. reached at about 11.40, then went to bed after 12.34.56 of 07/08/09. Good timing, eh? xD Anyway, today was pretty dull too. Woke up quite late cause I was tired, and I went to school with Nancy. The celebration for National Day kinda sucked, cause it was nothing, actually. No performances whatsoever. And then, we went back to class, for lessons. Maths and a Chemistry test. Fun, fun. After 10.40, played basketball till 3 o'clock, before heading home. Yeah. That's pretty much all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for the song of the month. The song is Comfort by Omarion and Lil Wayne. It kinda sums up the message I wanna say right now, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how deep I've actually fallen for her. .____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enjoy the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and cheer up, alright? If there's anything, feel free to talk to me about it. I'll listen and try my best to be your comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGD L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-306106209079409064?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/306106209079409064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=306106209079409064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/306106209079409064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/306106209079409064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sotm-august.html' title='SOTM August'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnwrSYq2jXI/AAAAAAAAALw/AjMO89Fo7P4/s72-c/Picture+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8111714238518786798</id><published>2009-08-05T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:13:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>Mood right now: Hell, I just wanna go somewhere, lean my head back and shout.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8111714238518786798?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8111714238518786798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8111714238518786798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8111714238518786798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8111714238518786798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/08/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8675154178763018686</id><published>2009-07-30T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:12:41.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnGYt-yk36I/AAAAAAAAALo/gDWkkWnkn9Y/s1600-h/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnGYt-yk36I/AAAAAAAAALo/gDWkkWnkn9Y/s200/fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364236546891636642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. It's Thursday. And it's a day away from Friday. And a very long Friday tomorrow would be. ToT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see... First period, MT Reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd, Geog  -&gt; Geog Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd, Physics -&gt; Physics Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th, Maths -&gt; Traded, now Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th -&gt; Recess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-&gt; English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-&gt; Lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-&gt; Physics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, until 8 pm, we have rehearsals for opening ceremony. I'm tired. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I just brainblasted a choreography for Cookie Jar, Mad and Kryptonite, and a grand finale. o.o Don't ask why. I just did. Only wonder if I can properly define the moves into a proper choreography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to update, other than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Selynna. Uhm, don't worry so much, ok? I'll take over from things from here. Just take care of yourself, ok? I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Just beep me anytime. =D *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you know I'm yours for the taking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8675154178763018686?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8675154178763018686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8675154178763018686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8675154178763018686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8675154178763018686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/whee.html' title='Whee?'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SnGYt-yk36I/AAAAAAAAALo/gDWkkWnkn9Y/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2970526753998332565</id><published>2009-07-27T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:32:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right. For last week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sm2nw7YaJYI/AAAAAAAAALg/pgFqvWcAGYQ/s1600-h/Selynna%3B41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sm2nw7YaJYI/AAAAAAAAALg/pgFqvWcAGYQ/s200/Selynna%3B41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363127190283756930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, about last week. Well, you all know last Sunday was my birthday (Thnx to all belated wishes. =D). Sadly, after that, on Monday, I fell sick again. lol. Had to take two more days MC and only returned to school on Wednesday. And I pretty much used a lot of cash in those three weekdays. Other than lunch, I also bought tickets for a movie on Wednesday, two bubble-tea on Thursday, and a bottle of drink on Friday. Not sure how that costed up to 31 dollars, but it diiiid... o.o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I only got a wallet and two cards for my birthday. Thank you! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(237, 237, 237);  font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1. A pair of red, or black, or white Etnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2. A one-size cap, any design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3. A new MP3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4. A pair of cargo pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5. Collared dress shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6. A new wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;7. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8. A good night's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9. A new phone! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;10. A great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well, I guess I had three wishes come true, eh? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyway, Saturday was kinda tiring too. I was last-minutely asked to be the emcee for the opening ceremony parade. Sian. &gt;_&gt; As a result, I had to go for the rehearsal in the morning, so I woke up at 6 and went to school, reaching at 7.30. Stayed until 9 o'clock, before heading bakc home, and then rushing to the hospital for that check-up we were required to go through. Yeah. Went for lunch after that, then waited for my mom. It was already about 2 pm here. Then, we went to Vivo after that to get something from my dad's office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I parted with my family from there, as I called Nadia and waited for her for about one and a half hour (&gt;.&lt;). Apparently, her friend invited her to watch this shuffling competition at Vivo, and she didn't want to come along, so she wanted me to wait for her at Vivo. So I waited, and then we went to eat with her friend and her friend's bro... So, I bought a drink. I wasn't hungry. Ever since I fell sick, I lost my usually-big appetite. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyway, went back to Orchard after that, to go watch the Da'Showcase 8 at *Scape Park. Met Nesh there and started to talk to him. Met Gico too. Saw Yenny too. Then again, it was through her that I got to know about the place anyway. Other than that, I was alone, which made me wonder why I even went in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ayuu came about two performances in and she was lost, so she called me for directions. Haha. I had to go look for her too cause I wasn't sure where she was. And I met her again. Wheee~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Brought her back to *Scape Park and watched Nuts Crew. It was fun at first, but this was when the evening kinda got messed up. As Ayuu went to some other parts with her friends, I saw Noi, Ima and Rafidah. I joined then, then talked to Ayuu for a while, before watching her walk away. So, I stayed with the 3 De'Blazeurs, watching the remaining performances. Didn't enjoy them anymore, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;They went off a few performances later and I was officially alone. It sucked. lol. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I went home, got on my computer and found myself staying up till 12.30 am. For some reason, I couldn't sleep. Even as I laid on my bed. Ah, hell. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Spent Sunday doing homework and studying, and now, it's Monday. Today was kinda slack day. First period, Physics, went through TYS. Next, Chem. Went through a class test I wasn't around to do. SS, teacher never come. Maths, never do homework so I sat outside the classroom. Played instead. English, same teacher, never come. Played cards. Mother Tongue, no teacher also, played cards. And went home after that, to return to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;P.S., abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. Apparently, I can type all that in 3.67 seconds. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2970526753998332565?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2970526753998332565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2970526753998332565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2970526753998332565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2970526753998332565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-for-last-week.html' title='Right. For last week.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sm2nw7YaJYI/AAAAAAAAALg/pgFqvWcAGYQ/s72-c/Selynna%3B41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6135235931479091795</id><published>2009-07-19T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:16:18.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDD.... I'm 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmMWejhz8uI/AAAAAAAAALY/Znx1lCbQuVc/s1600-h/Baby+me~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmMWejhz8uI/AAAAAAAAALY/Znx1lCbQuVc/s200/Baby+me~.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360152695689966306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh boy, how time flies, yet it goes so slow. xD I can't remember when that picture was taken too, but yeah. And I'm 17 now. I wanna stay young. ToT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't say my 17th birthday was grand, but I loved it anyway. Was watching Haunting of Connecticut and was kinda expecting a cake to come in (I saw it in the fridge in the morning. Hehe). And as it came in, boy, I was flooded with 12 messages and 3 missed calls (Sorry, Fanna. xD). Not to mention online too. Hahah. Facebook got flooded, and everyone on MSN wished me. Haha, thanks so much to all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family got me a cake and I got a pic of it, but I still looked zombie-ish after recovering from a 3-day long high-fever. 3 days of doing nothing but staying on my bed. I hated it. &gt;_&gt; As a result, it will not be shown. &gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna thank everyone who wished me. In order (I think);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selynna; Ying Shan; Family; Nadia; Fanna; Jan; Ayuu; Pei San; Eric; Kami; Rasha; Lau; Mardiah; Nadiah; Sharmila; Anira; Iqa; Ivan; Sasha; Wan Zhen; Nicholas; Wei Xin; Daniel Lee; Jia Xun; Nathanael; Wei Xuan; Jessie; Min Rui; Enrique; Randall; Qazimah; Maybelline; Afifah; Rafidah; Mark; Swati; Heidi; Shafiqah; Wasin; Freedie; Rooban; Zafirah; Jeremy Tan; Kuya Kenneth; Patricia; Asnita; Iya; Celine; Nurrudin; Diyana; Emellene; Maya; Nick; JayJay (o.o); Hui Wen; Richalynn; Rafaila; Ryana; Jeslyn; Nadiah; Faiziyyah; Chephros; Suchi; Qazimah; Nicolina; Nick; Agnes; Hon Cheong; Janine; Aisyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((If I missed out your name, sorry so, so, so much. Tell me and I'll add it in. &gt;_&gt;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did I do on my birthday? Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 2 plus, after someone went to bed[I told you. xD]. Then, I woke up at 9.30 am and.... I did Physics TYS. After that, I took a lil break. Then I did Chem TYS... And I took another break for lunch, got online, then started doing Maths Paper. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YIPPEE! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tomorrow's the school day. I still feel tired. And I'm scared of Rooban and Bing Chen. They're planning a mass rape. OMG. TOT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save me. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few P.S.s,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1 year anniversary, Eric and Rei. ^o^ Best of wishes to the two of you. You have my support,  sheep bro! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... To Ayuu and those who are sick, get well soon. Take care of yourself now! Rest early, so you can get off that bed and start jumping around again! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace to all, and thanks again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officially 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6135235931479091795?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6135235931479091795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6135235931479091795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6135235931479091795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6135235931479091795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaaaaannnnnnddddddd-im-17.html' title='AAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDD.... I&apos;m 17'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmMWejhz8uI/AAAAAAAAALY/Znx1lCbQuVc/s72-c/Baby+me~.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5175370299365515025</id><published>2009-07-17T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:42:44.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmB_eMi959I/AAAAAAAAALQ/RP-syi1KsUE/s1600-h/once+again,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmB_eMi959I/AAAAAAAAALQ/RP-syi1KsUE/s200/once+again,.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359423713311582162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy crap, I just hit 38.5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already hating this weekend. I was supposed to eat dinner with some ex-UG friends, but my fever picked up and I couldn't go. I was supposed to play basketball tomorrow, but Alex wasn't able to book the place, so no game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to go out on Sunday, but if my fever keeps up, I won't even be able to go. And I don't really have anyone to go with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my luck. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5175370299365515025?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5175370299365515025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5175370299365515025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5175370299365515025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5175370299365515025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SmB_eMi959I/AAAAAAAAALQ/RP-syi1KsUE/s72-c/once+again,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2081536571522252331</id><published>2009-07-14T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:43:36.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SlyCfD09TOI/AAAAAAAAALI/OBZXdkV0opk/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SlyCfD09TOI/AAAAAAAAALI/OBZXdkV0opk/s200/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358301126779030754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, past two days have been quite boring. School ending at 4.30 on both days, something that I've kinda gotten used to... Although, my wallet has not. I already wasted 10 bucks the past 2 days. ToT I need more capital for food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school's been hit by H1N1. Omg. A single case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to update, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've one more thing to look forward to at night now. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... What a short post. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Pei San, I know I haven't been there for you nowadays, and I apologise. I've got some issues I have to handle first. I know you need support, and my support especially, I think. I'm sorry. Just know that I've got your welfare in my mind too. So, take care of yourself, alright? Stay strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s., Has Cupid struck again? o.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; put up a Wishlist here. A guy can wish pon his day, right? Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A pair of red, or black, or white Etnies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A one-size cap, any design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A new MP3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A pair of cargo pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Collared dress shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A new wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A new phone! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. A great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... So, yeah. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2081536571522252331?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2081536571522252331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2081536571522252331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2081536571522252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2081536571522252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-past-two-days-have-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SlyCfD09TOI/AAAAAAAAALI/OBZXdkV0opk/s72-c/DSC00558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4763480323296174087</id><published>2009-07-12T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:47:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouthGiG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Slmc41NfSSI/AAAAAAAAALA/QgDAsWKoAIM/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Slmc41NfSSI/AAAAAAAAALA/QgDAsWKoAIM/s200/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357485731904178466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Friday, 10th of July, was YouthGiG and honestly, I had a BLAST. xD Since nothing much happened yesterday, other than the supposed end of Cold War between my dad and I, I'm gonna talk about Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school on Friday, carrying more clothes than books. Went for PE, played frisbee. 3 of the All-Star Team (self-labelled. The four of us in any team were undefeated. =D) were on the other team. ToT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after school, immediately went off for Taman Jurong CC and was kinda surprised to see that the others had reached first. Apparently, they took a taxi. =_=; Anyway, we started a small rehearsal, and I finally memorised the moves by listening to the song the night before, and the whole morning. Haha. Kept on calling Nadia Adik and Fanna Kakak, wondering where the hell were they, and ended up almost hooking them up with Howard. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano, pre? Sabi ko naba sayo, hahanapin ko ikaw ng mga babae. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Nadia, Fanna and my cuz Gab came to support me and I really enjoyed the whole evening with them. Of course, there were a few embarrassing moments. *cough*Fanna...*cough*, but the night was great anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the vid, it's in Fanna's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the picture above, that's Ayuu, a new friend I made. Haha. She's really adorable, and a great person to talk to. Hope to get to know her better, though. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that should be all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S., if my dad finds out about this, I'm so dead. Yeah, he didn't know a thing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4763480323296174087?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4763480323296174087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4763480323296174087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4763480323296174087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4763480323296174087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/youthgig.html' title='YouthGiG'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Slmc41NfSSI/AAAAAAAAALA/QgDAsWKoAIM/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5495211044111432410</id><published>2009-07-09T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:47:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart ain't a brain but I think I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's romantic line. Haha. Never thought I'd have one here. WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's a line from the song Heart Ain't A Brain, btw, by Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my day's recently have been going quite fine, I guess, other than the Cold War between me and my dad after he tried to send me back home again. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending at 4.30 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals for YouthGiG have been quite fun, but due to time constraint, I haven't had the time to rehearse the moves. Messed up a lot of times last rehearsal. Haha. Met this girl though, and she had the cutest smile. Hehe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go. Wish me luck for tomorrow's YouthGiG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., my birthday's coming. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGDL&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5495211044111432410?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5495211044111432410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5495211044111432410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5495211044111432410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5495211044111432410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-post.html' title='NEW POST'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-3940448960989840114</id><published>2009-07-02T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:43:16.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sky30jdRc8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9VmXxYBQZOY/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sky30jdRc8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9VmXxYBQZOY/s200/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353856170535777218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, glance at the wonder that is my maths homework...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPIDERMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, nothing's been happening much. School just implemented that extra lessons. Ending school at 4.30 pm every day now, even Fridays, though I've been compromising with the teachers for a Friday off. I don't think it'll work though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P., Michael Jackson. I'll try to master that lean of yours. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah. It's July now. A new Song of the Month, right? Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss Me Thru The Phone, by Soulja Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liking the song, been listening to it a couple of times already. Anyway, enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-3940448960989840114?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/3940448960989840114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=3940448960989840114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3940448960989840114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3940448960989840114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-yeah.html' title='Ok, yeah...'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sky30jdRc8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9VmXxYBQZOY/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-439303360072538806</id><published>2009-06-18T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:08:20.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a short day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"In case of emergency, put the vest over yourself and kiss your ass goodbye."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If we are losing cabin pressure, please put the gas mask over your head to hide your frightened expressions from the other passengers. Thank you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your attention, dear passengers. This is your captain speaking. I have some good news and some bad news. Good news is, we'll be landing immediately. Bad news is, we're crash landing. We know that you had no other choice, but we would still like to thank you for riding the Pengiun Airlines."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda obvious, really, which movie this is from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm still online, or how, but yeah, here I am. Thought that I'd be getting a good night sleep tonight, finally, but I guess not. Somehow, it all got messed up again. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really do much today. Had a long nap from 2 pm, I think, all the way to 8. Must be why I can't sleep right now too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, good night to you all. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGD L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-439303360072538806?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/439303360072538806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=439303360072538806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/439303360072538806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/439303360072538806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-short-day.html' title='What a short day'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7931866635083444427</id><published>2009-06-16T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:24:57.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have a cut on your arm. What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"I got hit by a bicycle delivery boy. Your wrist is bandaged."&lt;br /&gt;"I spilled coffee on myself. You have a cut on your lip."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, my crack pipe broke. You have scratches on your neck."&lt;br /&gt;"I... Met a girl on Craigslist. You have a bruise on your neck."&lt;br /&gt;"I... Met a guy on Craigstlist?"&lt;br /&gt;"... Lance, we have to go."&lt;br /&gt;"What, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"... I shat my pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kudos to anyone who guesses which movie this is from correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today, actually. Woke up at 10, which, apparently, became my bio-clock. I've been waking up at 10 since the holidays (for me) started. Played basketball from 5 to 9, then went home. Finally know what to buy for Lia, with a little help from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Selynna, I'm really sorry, alright? I was stupid. Forgive me? I want my best friend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7931866635083444427?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7931866635083444427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7931866635083444427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7931866635083444427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7931866635083444427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-3044665039353601677</id><published>2009-06-15T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:27:16.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piccy-piccy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZZ2M-ykHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9cYQ22c0IHw/s1600-h/IMG_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZZ2M-ykHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9cYQ22c0IHw/s200/IMG_6844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560395281436786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZHLLimy8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8x_cfYtC6MU/s1600-h/IMG_6850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZHLLimy8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8x_cfYtC6MU/s200/IMG_6850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347539864951114690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZHK69NNmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u0Hm9kiapqs/s1600-h/IMG_6847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZHK69NNmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u0Hm9kiapqs/s200/IMG_6847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347539860499281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmhm...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-3044665039353601677?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/3044665039353601677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=3044665039353601677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3044665039353601677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/3044665039353601677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/06/piccy-piccy.html' title='Piccy-piccy'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SjZZ2M-ykHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9cYQ22c0IHw/s72-c/IMG_6844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-638556725621704482</id><published>2009-06-15T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:28:54.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wutlol -=- SOTM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm going to be like Hitler. I'm going to kill all the Jews and a clown."&lt;br /&gt;"Why a clown?"&lt;br /&gt;"See? No one cares about the Jews."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite an old joke, yeah... Sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Selynna's outing on Saturday. Had a lot of fun, albeit a few... Troubles along the way. Almost lost my wallet. Sorry for worrying you, Sel =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Jurassic Jumble from then on till our throats went sore and... What's that word? Croaky? I forgot. Made a mistake when we went to the chalet too. Wasn't sure what I was doing, exactly. Perhaps I was trying to get my mind off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;? I know. A shit of an excuse, but gah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could already tell she was somewhat pissed off during the first night cause she refused to talk to me, even shrugging me off once. Couldn't sleep last night either. I think I finally gave up at 4 am? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so grateful to have a friend like her. Someone who, no matter what you do, would always be there for you. And you know, Sel, that I'll do the same. I'll always be there, no matter where you or I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch the basketball finals now. Missed it this morning. I still don't know the resu- Never mind. Some Facebook guy just revealed it. GAH! Lakers won again. &gt;_&gt; Talk about spoilers. TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the month for June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krazy, by Pitbull and Lil Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays, so just jump and let's get crazy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-638556725621704482?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/638556725621704482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=638556725621704482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/638556725621704482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/638556725621704482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wutlol-sotm.html' title='wutlol -=- SOTM'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5928249693722327237</id><published>2009-06-11T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:12:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lolwut</title><content type='html'>Haha, screw that. I'll try to keep on my blog, now that I've given up on my most time-consuming internet addiction. Role-playing. Not going to elaborate on what it is, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been tiring. And fun at the same time. Been playing basketball almost everyday after school, but my legs are still fighting on. Haha. Kinda funny. And what's even worse, I'm still torturing it with 3 second squats, 4 sets of 10, every morning with 7.5 kg on my shoulders. My legs are pure power! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school today. Woke up at about 9 o'clock, when school started at 8. Got lazy, so I left house at 9.45. Reached the interchange at 10, then I forgot to bring the basketball. So, I went back home to pick up up and finally reached school at 10.45. Haha. I set a new school record. Late for June Holiday remedials for three hours. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got the ball confiscated by the power-tripping Mr Neo, though. Haha. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, oh! I brain-blasted this morning and suddenly thought up of a choreography for Cookie Jar. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my jaw hurts. Gah. TOT Zhen Lin's shoulder and the bottom of my jaw met when I was dropping from my jump, and he was jumping. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for tonight. Expect more to come. And as for the song of the month for June, I'll get on it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5928249693722327237?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5928249693722327237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5928249693722327237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5928249693722327237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5928249693722327237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/06/lolwut.html' title='lolwut'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1391980220883955452</id><published>2009-05-31T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:36:50.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels</title><content type='html'>Gone till November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1391980220883955452?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1391980220883955452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1391980220883955452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1391980220883955452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1391980220883955452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-levels.html' title='O Levels'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6214386446076654916</id><published>2009-05-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:41:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>On a side note...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weeklyworldnews.com/celebs/4783/megan-fox-is-a-man/"&gt;WTF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6214386446076654916?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6214386446076654916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6214386446076654916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6214386446076654916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6214386446076654916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/05/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8942815745488628938</id><published>2009-05-04T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:04:52.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Month Of May</title><content type='html'>Right. Surprise, surprise, it's not an RnB song!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's the exam season for most of the schools here. And you know how I love to listen to music. I even have music set aside for exam periods. And yes, they're all instrumentals. However, there is one that calms me down the most and lets me concentrate, which then happens to be this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And besides, it's from one of my most favourite games ever. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Zanarkand, by Nobuo Uemetsu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if that's how you spell his name... but yeah. Enjoy the soothing melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8942815745488628938?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8942815745488628938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8942815745488628938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8942815745488628938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8942815745488628938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-of-month-of-may.html' title='Song Of The Month Of May'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5728921950282845012</id><published>2009-04-26T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:10:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.O.B.</title><content type='html'>Right... Well, I was doing &lt;a href="http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; And here are the results, I guess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Does Kenneth have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, he does. Cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Will Courtney eat those green eggs and ham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll find a way to get her to. &gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What would Eric not be caught dead in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dress. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If Nadia were to be mistaken for a celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Oooh. Hard. Uhm...  Herself. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If you could do anything with Hafeez, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, run around Singapore once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What musical instrument would Selynna most likely play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guitar. Surprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Who is Kami's best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If Fanna and Nadia were locked in the same (really small) room for longer than a day, what would most likely happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would have enjoyed themselves, and then come after me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Have you ever been in Yi Ren's house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you mention it... No. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Who would be a better superhero sidekick between Jie Jian and Kenneth, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth. Sorry, Jie Jian, but I trust my brother more. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5728921950282845012?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5728921950282845012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5728921950282845012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5728921950282845012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5728921950282845012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/04/rob.html' title='R.O.B.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4346498878668141547</id><published>2009-04-12T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:12:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Month Of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fade Into The Background, by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah. Only a few people would understand why. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4346498878668141547?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4346498878668141547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4346498878668141547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4346498878668141547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4346498878668141547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-month-of-april.html' title='Song Of The Month Of April'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8527323656998158613</id><published>2009-04-07T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:26:17.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day 09</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. Been so long since I last posted. And I'm not gonna talk about what's been happening, but here's Sports Day of Bukit Batok Sec of 2009 for you. And I only have 1 thing to say:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Luck Strikes Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school ended considerably early, at about 11 am. Went off with Nazirul, Nasyitah and Pei San, but Pei San left afterwards to go find her friends and I followed Naz to his house. Ate lunch there, watched the first twenty minutes of This Christmas, starring Chris Brown, btw, and left for the stadium. Was supposed to wait for Nasyitah, but turns out that she went ahead. Whee~?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at about 1.50 pm, ten minutes before supposed time. No one was in their houses yet. Haha. Went up somewhere with Naz and Nas, put my stuff down and went to change. Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da. Everyone got in their houses. Attendance taking. And the opening march of the five houses. And for the first time ever, I think, the female House Captains are the flag carriers. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, 100 m started first. Md Farhan rocked the U-13 boys division, winning two trophies and a medal in his first year. Congrats. Nazirul did awesome too, beating Kai Zhong and placing right behind Ipin. Though, he started to have muscle cramps, and we were having 200m too. Went on anyways, and I got 4th, right beside Hong Jie and behind Nazirul, Ipin and Kai Zhong. Meh, didn't expect to win anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest went on pretty well, Lewis was pretty much getitng the top three per race, if there were participants in it anyway. Then came 4x100m. Khairul suddenly reported sick and Raimi backed out, so we had no choice but to call in Nicholas. Boy, big mistake. Guy doesn't know how to pass the baton and step back. Rafiz was the first runner and he caught the baton quite... Dumbly. Then when he passed the baton to me, he actually placed his right foot in front of my back foot, causing me to fall forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell hard on my right elbow, grazing my knees and fists and somehow, getting my right waist cut too. But I put my mind on the race and rolled back up, continuing to sprint and almost catching up with Sachin. Passed the baton to Nazirul and slowed down, when my knees collapsed and I skidded forward. Yeah, hit my elbow pretty badly. And I was pissed off at myself too, for actually falling down. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad luck, eh? Yeah. I was so pissed off I actuallly clouded out everyone else. I lost count of the number of people who asked me if I was alright, cause I wasn't even counting. I did count the number of replies I gave, though. 0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to SJAB soon after and got my grazes cleaned up, cause I didn't realise that my waist was cut yet. Used the pain as an excuse to be a little more emotional than usual. When I was done, I walked off, looking for Rafiz and apologising to him, ignoring Nicholas completely, then went off to look for Nazirul. Found him at the long jump station so I went there. Apologised, then sat down to rest my elbow, which was still hurting, btw. Then, noticed that there was only Helmi and Nazirul. Run Zhou was not there. Quickly told Mr Lee, then went on to replace Run Zhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First jump was a bit messed up, cause it was my first time ever doing long jump. Landed on my feet, but quickly fell on my grazed knees. Hurt like hell, and my injured elbow didn't help. Walked off for a bit, psyching myself to do better, before going for my 2nd jump. Squeezed my elbow to drive away the pain first, I went off to do my second jump and I just did things naturally. Landed on my two feet, and fell forward, stopping myself with my right arm. And thus, my right elbow. My waist started to hurt too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got off the sand pit and checked my waist, noticing the cut that was slightly bleeding. Yeouch. Went to check the results and whoo~! I got 5.43 m! I beat Kai Zhong and Arrifin, injured. Well, at least something good came out of it, ya? Went to SJAB to get my cut cleaned, joked with Naima about how everytime we talk, I'm always injured. Then went to the prize giving ceremony. And Lewis was leading. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went off with Hafiz this time, met Fanna, before heading off to meet with Nadia. Yeah. Walked her home. Went home with Hafiz. Picked up Show Chan's pants. Went home and got my elbow checked. Turns out that the muscle got beat up pretty badly. Yeah. The grazes were cleaned up too, and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to wear bandages today, though. Felt like a mummy. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That should be all... So, till next time? ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ReneGaDe L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8527323656998158613?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8527323656998158613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8527323656998158613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8527323656998158613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8527323656998158613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day-09.html' title='Sports Day 09'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1298864973064546135</id><published>2009-03-25T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:49:59.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/ScooNRFDkSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fq2XJ00zA-g/s1600-h/090324_105658.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/ScooNRFDkSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fq2XJ00zA-g/s200/090324_105658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317106518452310306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know. I can't believe it either, but hell, that is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liyana Yeo placed my picture in. And Mardiah got InHoney. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay to me? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1298864973064546135?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1298864973064546135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1298864973064546135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1298864973064546135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1298864973064546135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotw.html' title='HOTW'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/ScooNRFDkSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fq2XJ00zA-g/s72-c/090324_105658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4698608000524266321</id><published>2009-03-16T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:05:17.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>And I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, it had its ups and downs, but everyday has its ups and downs. It's just a matter of how big those ups and downs are, and these are pretty big. I'll list them out soon, though. Let me tell you what happened first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Courtney and I went off at about 11am to head to Selynna's house to help her prepare for the party. Reached there quite late and got a small lecture from her awesome mom. Haha. Proceeded then to help load the things into the car, but only after meeting Insyirah, Selynna's cousin, and trying out Selynna's mom's awesome curry. =3 Went to Costa Sands Pasir Ris then with them and started to unpack, taking charge first of the guy's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things proceeded well after that. Selynna went off to fetch Dexy, and at that time, Zul and his two other friends, Syed and Zach arrived. Made friends, set up the bbq, and waited for the rest to arrive. It was totally fun, I guess, being able to meet more people. And as always, people thought I was Malay. One even thought I was Arab. xD PLayed Jurrasic Jumble then till 10.50 pm when my dad called. Got an earing, told Sel I was going, and said goodbye before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sel. And everyone else. But this Air Rifle Competition is quite significant too. It might be the only opportunity we have into getting the school club those new rifles we really, really need, cause if we don't get it, we might just close down. So, yeah... Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early and went to the Air Rifle comp. It was considerably difficult, cause my hand and right leg kept on shaking and it was hard to steady myself, no matter how hard I tried. And Shu Yan experienced it too. Still, by some stroke of luck, I moved up from 4th to 3rd and I got 2 medals. 3rd team, and 3rd individual. And a 20 dollar Popular voucher. Haha. Went home after that, got changed, and went straight off back to Pasir Ris. Reached there at about 3.25 and talked to Courtney and Insyirah for a while, before watching them off. Helped with the second barbeque and started to curse myself for not coming earlier and joining them in their first Escape Theme park visit. So I went in the second one. And it was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the Go Kart. Now THAT was awesome. And Zul crashed me during the downward ramp. I swear, my kart actually lifted off the ground. Haha. Went home after that and started to slack around. Got the bbq ready, started to bbq. Then, went inside with Selynna as the others shisha'd outside and had a good long talk with her. Realised then how much she really cared about me, and how much I cared about her. Really lucky to have her as a friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell asleep halfway through, though. And I was thinking of our conversation all the way to 6 am, before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.30 am, helped the others pack up the stuff. Some of the ash went into my eye. Major ouch. Went to Sel's house afterwards and watched Slumdog Millionaire and I have to say, it is one of the most influential and touching movie I have ever watched. Somewhat, I could relate to it, cause the Philippines is not that different from India, and Zul and Selynna kept on saying that I looked like Jamal. Haha. Went to sleep after that, but woke up in an hour as dad called me again, asking me to go to the dentist. And I really didn't want to go off again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 2.30, and then I woke Sel up to tell her I was leaving and why. Zul was sleeping still, so Sel asked me to stay until it stopped raining. I said yes, of course, and we talked again. Haha, really miss talking to you right now. Went off at 3.20 pm when Zul woke up, said goodbye to Selynna and Zul, then went off to Terminal 3 dental clinic. SMSed Selynna on the way, and I was smile like an idiot in the MRT. Took me quite a while to find the clinic, and I found it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my side-front teeth filling'ed up, and my molar tooth plucked out. Been bleeding like a bitch since then. Now, even. And the numbing thingy, whatever its called, has had its effects until 10.30. That's like, 4+ hours. o.o My whole right cheek, even my ear, was numb. And I was still smiling like an idiot. Haha. Reached home, and here I am, still with a slightly bleeding gum and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome weekend, really. I loved our moments together. Wish I could relive them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for today, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;-ReneGaDe L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., I wish I could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S., I hate my bad luck, but am grateful for it for giving me you.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S., Thursday is going to be one eventful day for me...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S., I love postscripts. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4698608000524266321?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4698608000524266321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4698608000524266321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4698608000524266321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4698608000524266321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend Ever'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5091567795791579761</id><published>2009-03-14T09:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:58:32.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Country 2009</title><content type='html'>So, 12 March 2009 was the cross country day and it turned out a lot better than I expected it to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up as usual, my bio-clock ringing at 5.15,  but I went back to sleep out of laziness, only to wake up at 5.45. Haha. Went to bathe, got dressed and left for Bukit Batok Interchange, listening to Dreamer the whole long way. Yeah, inspiration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fanna and Nadia, kenna left behind by the two hyperactive retards and finally, after they passed the ticket counter, they turn around and start wondering where I am. Sigh. &gt;_&gt; Found Hafeez at the last cabin, talked to him about X-country, then went off to Japanese Garden. Nadia, Fanna and Hafeez left first as I went up to my Part Bs to say hi. Then proceeded to Japanese Garden with Daniel, Cherie and Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got there quite early, found out that Yi Ren was going to run. Saw Nura, said hi. Started to warm up through dancing. (lol). Had a few announcements, but I was not listening. Listening still to dreamer then. Before the sec 4s started, I went to the toilet, so had to rush back, pin my number, and proceed to the starting line. Haha. Shook hands, wished good luck, and pop goes the whistle as everyone started to dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, everyone sprinted at the first 100 meters, and I was placed at 17th. As usual, Zhao Xuan was in front. Idiot doesn't know when to learn. Caught up with him soon after, and one by one, I overtook the first few. By the time we hit the roadside, I was like, sixth already, behind Nicholas and in front of Rafiz and Nazirul. Kept pace, Nicholas stopped soon enough and I was behind Naiim and Brandon. CAught up with the two of them then, and found myself third as I continued running at the bridge. Took the water, drank a bit, swallowed, then vomitted while running. Still, I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never stopped at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed on and soon enough, I ended with third. WHEEE~~~!!! Hafeez was first and Jimmy second. 4th was Naiim, followed by Rafiz, then Nicholas. Altogether, there was 8 Lewis in the top 15 for upper sec. Hahaha. Fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injured my ankle while walking into the injury tent, after seeing Aisyah there. Foot fell inside a hole. Stupid. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize presentation came and Lewis totally flooded the top 15! Hahah. Not surprising who won as the leading house now. When I heard the 3rd and 2nd team was not Lewis, I was already at the front of the hall, jumping and waiting. =3 Yay. We won! Haha. Not sure how, but I won 3rd in timing among the upper sec too. It was a tie, though, so I had to play scissors-paper-stone to see who would bring home the trophy first. The other guy won. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off with Retards, Morons and jokers then to IMM, went to eat. Met Asnita's mom. Haha, she's so funny and cute. Went to play at the water park, before getting chased out. Then rode the bus home, all sleepy and shit. 6 pm, while walking with Nadia and Hafeez, I simply said bye and turned towards home. Was too tired, and someone was calling me back. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         3rd and 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaHR4DpeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJ4XZRuj-vQ/s1600-h/1st+and+3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaHR4DpeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJ4XZRuj-vQ/s200/1st+and+3rd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868897773561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         0916 - 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGisW0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2_pydIn5XZ0/s1600-h/X-Country+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGisW0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2_pydIn5XZ0/s200/X-Country+09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868885108019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              100 plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGosAeEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lxa-6pXP788/s1600-h/Gotta+love+100+plus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGosAeEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lxa-6pXP788/s200/Gotta+love+100+plus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868886717167682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100 Plus again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGejiUdI/AAAAAAAAAII/sCTB9bVy37s/s1600-h/0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGejiUdI/AAAAAAAAAII/sCTB9bVy37s/s200/0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868883997282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGD46l-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QDnn6sKeE68/s1600-h/3rd,+baby%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaGD46l-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QDnn6sKeE68/s200/3rd,+baby%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868876839196642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morons with trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbB2Km-PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jrPKwhZVhkQ/s1600-h/Morons+with+trophies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbB2Km-PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jrPKwhZVhkQ/s200/Morons+with+trophies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869903947462898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot nerds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBpQOu-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nG1flu3m52A/s1600-h/Jokers+nerdy%7E%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBpQOu-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nG1flu3m52A/s200/Jokers+nerdy%7E%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869900481379298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Retards on travelators!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBdhetMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JvetLgtdUTs/s1600-h/Extra+background%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBdhetMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JvetLgtdUTs/s200/Extra+background%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869897332503746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow into the cup. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBSnKGkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qke2USNvG2I/s1600-h/Blow+into+the+cup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBSnKGkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qke2USNvG2I/s200/Blow+into+the+cup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869894403529282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind extra sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBBujP3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/a3koS0ku7q4/s1600-h/Blow+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsbBBujP3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/a3koS0ku7q4/s200/Blow+again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869889871134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8jLxeYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sZp7LqMV_R8/s1600-h/We+be+the+hotties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8jLxeYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sZp7LqMV_R8/s200/We+be+the+hotties.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870912464353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we on travelators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8pk-_7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/H5ciutPf0PE/s1600-h/Travelator+is+ours.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8pk-_7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/H5ciutPf0PE/s200/Travelator+is+ours.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870914180710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wet people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8GV8jkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mi6z1X9HCgQ/s1600-h/The+Wet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8GV8jkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mi6z1X9HCgQ/s200/The+Wet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870904722394690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dry people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8IabCzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Uumy_kPGc4E/s1600-h/The+Dry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8IabCzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Uumy_kPGc4E/s200/The+Dry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870905278040882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We be the awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8MMWmmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MtRWzSdrvlc/s1600-h/Nerdy+hottie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/Sbsb8MMWmmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MtRWzSdrvlc/s200/Nerdy+hottie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870906292771426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEWIS HOUSE X-COUNTRY CHAMPION! (With Anira and Diyana)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbscRSeBT7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/SyXPx4zLq-g/s1600-h/X-Country+Champion+Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbscRSeBT7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/SyXPx4zLq-g/s200/X-Country+Champion+Lewis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312871268754739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trophies galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbscQ7l7eTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D2e23iO7h7Y/s1600-h/When+the+trophies+pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbscQ7l7eTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D2e23iO7h7Y/s200/When+the+trophies+pile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312871262613895474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5091567795791579761?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5091567795791579761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5091567795791579761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5091567795791579761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5091567795791579761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/x-country-2009.html' title='X-Country 2009'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SbsaHR4DpeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJ4XZRuj-vQ/s72-c/1st+and+3rd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1369163913921628674</id><published>2009-03-08T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:41:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Month Of March</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm gonna add something new to my blog, since it's all... Music-oriented. Anwyay, this month's song of the month is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreamer, by Chris Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspirational song that he wrote for the Beijing Olympics 2008, and it has inspired me quite a number of times already, especially before major events like competitions and performances. Some examples would be that Assembly, with Mr. Samuie's talk about Aesthetics in the school. I was listening to this song before the performance to psych myself into doing it, and it turned out quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second example would be yesterday's Air Rifle competition. Yes, I listening to this song again to drive away my nervousness, and once again, it worked. And I really need it this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 March - Cross Country&lt;br /&gt;14/15 March - Home Team NS Invitational Shoot Finals&lt;br /&gt;19 March - *Secret*&lt;br /&gt;24 March - Track Heats&lt;br /&gt;31 March - Inter-School Air Rifle Competition (Nationals)&lt;br /&gt;2 April - Field Events&lt;br /&gt;6 April - Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm gonna need a LOT of inspiration. Oh yeah, since this is a new song and all, I have to write the lyrics myself, so... Don't complain if it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamer, By Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Stop, go?&lt;br /&gt;Fail, succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Live, or die?&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;It's worth saving.&lt;br /&gt;And to get lost,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a daydream.&lt;br /&gt;So why hesitate?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to another place,&lt;br /&gt;So far, far away,&lt;br /&gt;So I can get out of the dark!&lt;br /&gt;High speed,&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm racing.&lt;br /&gt;Just like lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Sky is blazing.&lt;br /&gt;But you've lost your way&lt;br /&gt;You've been led astray.&lt;br /&gt;Are there better days&lt;br /&gt;For my fallen dreamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;You don't sleep no more,&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even sleep no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dream no more.&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even dream no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer, dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just dream again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Believe,&lt;br /&gt;In you.&lt;br /&gt;You got something to prove.&lt;br /&gt;You're a star.&lt;br /&gt;Watch you shine bright&lt;br /&gt;On your way to the lime light,&lt;br /&gt;Finish line.&lt;br /&gt;The sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;You can channel all of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;Sleep no more,&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even sleep no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dream no more.&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even dream no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer, dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just dream again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer, a a dreamer x8&lt;br /&gt;You can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;Calling the dreamer! (A dreamer, a a dreamer x2)&lt;br /&gt;You don't sleep no more,&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even sleep no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dream no more.&lt;br /&gt;(You don't even dream no more)&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer, dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just dream again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1369163913921628674?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1369163913921628674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1369163913921628674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1369163913921628674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1369163913921628674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-month-of-march.html' title='Song Of The Month Of March'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1633919477933578254</id><published>2009-03-07T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:14:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Team NS Shooting Comp</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the Home Team NS Invitational Shoot and... Yeah. I have to say, I'm very, very disappointed. No, not at my team-mates, not this time round, but at myself. Yeah. Not that I did not shoot well. I'm actually surprised at how much I got, cause it's my new personal best. I'm disappointed in that I was not a better shooter, and that I actually made some stupid beginner mistakes, like rushing my triggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I shot 1 seven. If I had shot that well, I'd actually be third, but no, instead, I shot a seven, and got one point behind third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - 563&lt;br /&gt;2nd - 560&lt;br /&gt;3rd - 558&lt;br /&gt;4th - 557&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? So close to getting first. Goddammit. Anyway... Here are the scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan - 83, 77 ,86, 88, 86, 81 - 501 @ 26th / 37th&lt;br /&gt;Louisse - 90, &lt;b&gt;97&lt;/b&gt;, 95, 91, 92, 92 - 557 @ 4th / 37 th&lt;br /&gt;Haziq - 87, 82, 91, 82, 94, 84 - 520 @ 13th / 37th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1548 @ 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm still disappointed. But hell, at least now we have a set of results to help persuade Mr Loo for new frikin guns for the next batch. As for girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah - 90, 90, 91, 92 - 363 @ 15th / 36th&lt;br /&gt;Cherie - 84, 85, 83, 86 - 338 @ 29th / 36th&lt;br /&gt;Florence - 89, 88, 90, 90 - 357 @ 17th / 36th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1058 @ 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I need to train hard cause now that I got 4th, I may have to come back for the finals the coming weekend. And it'll be a Final 10 style shooting. Meaning that we're not shooting target cards anymore. It'll all be electronic. Anyone who watched the Olympics would know what I mean. And what's stressful about it is that I will only have 10 shots, and that every shot will be announced to the crowd and every shooter. Talk about pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me using a 10-year-old rifle does NOT help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1633919477933578254?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1633919477933578254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1633919477933578254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1633919477933578254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1633919477933578254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-team-ns-shooting-comp.html' title='Home Team NS Shooting Comp'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7158082301433402725</id><published>2009-03-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:10:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Oh, and I wanted to add in something for the events that have occurred to me the past few days. It's a line from my older brother. Yeah, during one of our quality time nights, spent with our friend Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Give And Teach Others How To Love, So That They Can Love Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, to hell with us. I'm tired of getting left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And shit, my knee's still bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7158082301433402725?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7158082301433402725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7158082301433402725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7158082301433402725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7158082301433402725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8468745270449730896</id><published>2009-03-01T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:03:31.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>... When will ever be a month where I won't post something fucked up? I'm getting tired of this shit, and unsurprisingly, it's always caused by the same, same people. And you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying how I was asked to attend a party and you didn't want to go because of a past issue, something that should have been settled a long time ago. Hell, grow up already. Stop holding grudges, and move on like the adults that you are. It's frikin annoying how my relationship with my friends get affected by how all of you see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop questioning my decisions. You don't even know what I do, cause you are never at home, and when you are, you're always stuck at your computer. How do you know what I do before you reach home? I study too, you know. Yes, surprising, but fucking hell, I do study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really just wanna send me back, why don't you save us both the trouble and annoyance, and just do it? If I'm nothing but trouble to you, then just get rid of me. That kind of actions seem to be right up your alley, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I've lost the mood to do anything now. No mood to do my homework. No mood to chat. No mood to sleep. No mood to eat. Dammit... I didn't eat lunch yesterday, had a small plate of pasta for dinner. And that was... 9 pm+ yesterday night? I haven't eaten a single thing since then. And for some reason, I still don't want to eat. You said it yourself, right? I have to learn handling my own stuff. Well, I've no mood to go get something to eat, so whatever the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGD L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., the clot on my knee just got scraped off and it's bleeding like a bitch. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8468745270449730896?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8468745270449730896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8468745270449730896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8468745270449730896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8468745270449730896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck?'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4392407267636021895</id><published>2009-02-26T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:22:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Part Bs</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much happened the past few days, other than Common Test. So far, only got back my maths and physics paper. The rest are still unknown, and I'm quite anxious to know what my marks are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 33 /40&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 12/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Didn't do so well for Physics, surprisingly, considering it was my best subject in my lower sec years. Haha. Oh, and I still owe Ms Lau english and social studies homework. Can't get my ass down on one spot and start doing them though. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went for Part B IMT today. Left lessons at 11.50 am, school at 12.30 pm and reached there about 1+. And we were the first school there, so yay! First detail = First people to shoot. So, we went to shoot fast. Show Chan and I simply sat there and started talking about what we would do during Part A camp. Secrets, though. Haha. Anyway, I have to say the results are better than how we fared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had 4 passes and 1 marksman, but my Part Bs had 7 passes and 2 marksman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations, Marcus and Kwok Fong. Keep up the good work. And for the rest, there's always next year. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Yeah, I admit, I've been putting up a bit of fake smiles recently... But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;-RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4392407267636021895?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4392407267636021895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4392407267636021895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4392407267636021895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4392407267636021895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/02/congrats-part-bs.html' title='Congrats, Part Bs'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7787052628120430607</id><published>2009-02-23T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:40:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, bored again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) Do you think you are hot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sometimes? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Upload a favourite picture of yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SaKYLJbhOcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3uoEDJZbIiE/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SaKYLJbhOcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3uoEDJZbIiE/s200/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305970628273191362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Why do you like the picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just do. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) When is the last time you ate pizza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I can't remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) The last song you listened to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superhuman - Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) What are you doing right now besides this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) What name you prefer besides your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renegade L? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five People Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Nadia&lt;br /&gt;2.Fanna&lt;br /&gt;3.Syakila&lt;br /&gt;4.Celine&lt;br /&gt;5.Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Who is number 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sayang adik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Number 3 is having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Uhm, Dzul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Say Something abt number 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney~ My lil, lil, cute sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) How abt number 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my lil, cute sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Who is number 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanna. My sayang kakak, and someone I'm really grateful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7787052628120430607?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7787052628120430607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7787052628120430607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7787052628120430607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7787052628120430607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-bored-again.html' title='Yes, bored again.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SaKYLJbhOcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3uoEDJZbIiE/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1202646629622005531</id><published>2009-02-15T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:37:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop, Wait And Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Light's Blinking, Should We Stop?&lt;br /&gt;Should We Just Give Up And Drop,&lt;br /&gt;And Surrender To Those Who Thought&lt;br /&gt;That The Two Of Us Wouldn't Work Out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, It's Yellow, So Let Us Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Leave Yet, It's Not Too Late,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Leave Me Standing At Your Gate.&lt;br /&gt;Let's Give A Second Chance To Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green's Come On, So Let Us Go.&lt;br /&gt;I Told You We'll Make It Through The Door.&lt;br /&gt;So Hold On, Cause I Would Never Let Go,&lt;br /&gt;Not Until I Let You Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, that was my contribution for the Valentine Day's card competition. It was one of the winners too. Not sure how, but it made it there anyway. And as many people are wondering, I'm just gonna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this was not dedicated to anyone. It was just something I thought up of in 20 minutes during a free period, right before the period where I had to hand it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty lazy too. The teacher gave me three cards, a red one, a yellow one and a green one. That meant that I was supposed to do three different cards, but Daniel (thank you) pointed it that it looked like a traffic light. It gave me an idea, so yeah, I glued the three hearts together, with red on top, yellow below that and green at the bottom. One stanza in each heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, Wait And Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I wonder if it'll still be there on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how did my Valentine go? Well, that's something for another day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friendship Week to one and all, and thank you for everything you've done for me, be it big or small. I appreciate it. Luv ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;ReneGaDe L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1202646629622005531?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1202646629622005531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1202646629622005531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1202646629622005531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1202646629622005531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4178523634961276452</id><published>2009-02-06T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:29:01.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a fucker...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. Low self-esteem, yeah. I figured as much too, but hey, considering the situation, I truly agree with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of the people involved, Imma be real discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real guilty, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault cause I went on with it despite knowing the consequences, which involved hurting a few people, including her. And I still went through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault cause I was the one who said yes when she asked the question, despite him being right there, although I didn't notice him before I answered, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault cause I promised her that I would try not to cause any problem between her and him, but it happened anyway, and yes, it's because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what made it worse was that she almost cried. And it's ultimately my fault. I started this whole situation, after all. And I want to fix it. Thought of a couple of ways... Annoying ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one I thought of was simply disappearing, like leave her and his life alone, don't contact either one of them, stay on my own, graduate and be gone for good. But, somehow, I don't want to leave her. And other people already say that this would end up hurting her more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one was tahan the pain, step back a bit and let them fix their relationship, and stay just as her friend. Painful, yeah, but I can try my best, right? Also... I don't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is like, hold on. And of course, I want to do this, but a part of me is saying otherwise. I don't want to hurt him also, although I don't even know him. I've been through the same kind of situation he is in before, and I don't want him go through the same thing, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth is... The asshole part. The part where I make myself a real asshole, and get her to start hating and avoiding me. She gets back with him. She forgets about me. I tahan. Everyone's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice me don't wanna do anything and not hurt him, but the selfish me wants her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of making sacrifices, but if I have to... I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RGD L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4178523634961276452?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4178523634961276452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4178523634961276452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4178523634961276452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4178523634961276452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-such-fucker.html' title='I&apos;m such a fucker...'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7605498986846003849</id><published>2009-02-03T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:42:03.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Many things to rant about now! Hahahaha. Anyway, let's do this LORMS style, eh? Well, Imma talk about the earliest things to the latest ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think six sec 1s have my e-mail and friendster already, and it's getting a lot more. It's quite creepy, actually. But hell, I can't do much about it anyway. Besides, their quite fun. One even asked to be my mei. So, yeah. One also asked me to accompany her to school, and back home. Done it two days in a row now. Hahah. I don't mind, really. It has its ups, and not that much downs too. Yeah. Meeting her again tomorrow to accompany her to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mazlee just asked us to starting planning for the March Part A camp, with Yi Wei as OIC and Keneth and I being AICs, or whatever you can call us. And apparently, we're gonna have a joint proposal with Sea, since Yi Wei is going to be planning with Wei Ting. Truth be told, I'm kinda worried about the results. Haven't really seen Yi Wei plan anything, so yeah... As for Wei Ting, he's in-charge of the Sec 3 UG Bonding Camp too, so not sure if they can do it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis House Meeting. First time ever I attended a House Meeting. Sec 1, went to hospital on the same day, cause my grandfather got sick, and they had to check up on us to make sure we were not infected. Sec 2, I was at Camp Feast, so yeah. Missed it too. Sec 3, I had that National Educaiton course shit. Mr Lee excused me, so yeah. This year, I came a bit late due to Maths Remedial, and I came in just in time for the voting. And hell... I became the captain, beating the other by votes, who became senior vice-captain instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisse, the captain of Lewis house. The best inside joke of the year. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite stressed about it too. Past two years, Lewis was the champion house, and now, it's up to me to bring in another victory. Wahhhhh... Sian. Stress. Must get a three-win streak seh. Hell with me if I don't. Guess I gotta train harder now. And with the others too. Must win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Air Rifle. Wah laooo, Mr Loo sucks. &gt;_&gt; Too lazy to type everything out sooo... here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;For one... He broke his promise about letting us have the range on Feb, and instead postponed it to March.&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Cause the authorities have YET to check on our range.&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Bastard's taking too long. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Two, a lot of people are calling him stereotypical. Yan Ling has improved a considerable lot, and so has Rafidah, but Mr Loo is fixed on Nadiah, Cheri and Florence for the team.&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even pay attention to Yan Ling shooting.&lt;br /&gt;--.: Cain :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Third, tomorrow's training was cancelled. Know why? Cause he anticipated that the sec 1s would come late and delay a lot, so training cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We're getting fucked up by our own teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all the updates for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;-RDG L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., thanks again to Selynna and Kia. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7605498986846003849?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7605498986846003849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7605498986846003849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7605498986846003849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7605498986846003849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/02/omfg.html' title='OMFG!'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2324407911256789763</id><published>2009-01-27T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:06:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lCKEdUII/AAAAAAAAAHw/E4GwlYS1mWk/s1600-h/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lCKEdUII/AAAAAAAAAHw/E4GwlYS1mWk/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922037059833986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lB0-Y34I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fPzsUxsQssc/s1600-h/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lB0-Y34I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fPzsUxsQssc/s320/IMG_1238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922031397232514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lBunX9pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hk_g1bot7fs/s1600-h/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lBunX9pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hk_g1bot7fs/s320/IMG_1198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922029690091154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right. Yeah, went out with Selynna, Zul and Courtney yesterday. It was a pretty fun day. Went to Cathay to play Guitar Hero, then after that went to Vivocity Rooftop, when to Zul's house, and then went to Sel's house, before heading home. Yeah, that's Zul, Selynna's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of Valentine 07. Hahaha. Yeah, I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun anyways. Lots of it too. Especially Long John Silver. Wow, real open now, weren't we? Haha. MRT Train was creepy as shit, though. Yeah. Sel's mom is awesome. Too bad she only remembers me when I was a weenie teenie lil kid. Hahaha. And met Sel's step-dad for the first time too. Not gonna say much, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after talking to Sel, and seeing how perfect their relationship is, it kinda makes me feel a bit jealous. Wish I could have that kind of... Gift, of chance, of care. Yeah, I've decided to move on from LATEOQS, and I wanna try again. Thing is, believe it or not, I'm a bit scared to try again. I've been hurt so many times in different ways that it's getting kind of annoying to me, and I'm tired of it. So... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, time will tell, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RDG L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2324407911256789763?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2324407911256789763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2324407911256789763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2324407911256789763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2324407911256789763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions?'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SX7lCKEdUII/AAAAAAAAAHw/E4GwlYS1mWk/s72-c/IMG_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1111488581694445915</id><published>2009-01-18T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:56:23.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>'G mampos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow. Seriously, ow. Two words. And for a moment, there, I almost felt like listening to you. Heh. I wish I could, really. I never thought I'd actually hear you say that to me. I mean, I don't even know why you don't want to talk to me anymore, whether it's something I said or did. I want to know what, so I can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Apparently, you don't want to. And it's frustrating how hard I'm trying and you just keep pushing away. I'm getting tired, but I don't want to stop, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of things to write about, but now, I don't even feel like typing out. Just wanna say that... I'm gonna try to move on now, but I will still be waiting for you. Whether it'll be for good or bad, I'll still be waiting. And whether that night would happen again, a stab in the heart and three hours of tears, I'll bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Thank you to everyone who helped. In order of appearances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anira,&lt;br /&gt;Afifah,&lt;br /&gt;Diana,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice,&lt;br /&gt;Nazirul,&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ren,&lt;br /&gt;Rooban,&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jian,&lt;br /&gt;Haziq,&lt;br /&gt;Salman,&lt;br /&gt;Amin,&lt;br /&gt;Fanna Kakak,&lt;br /&gt;Nadia Adik,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;Haziq,&lt;br /&gt;Jessie,&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah,&lt;br /&gt;Diyana,&lt;br /&gt;Selynna,&lt;br /&gt;Yanee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most especially, Kia and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, again. And if I missed you out, sorry? *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RDG L, moving on, yet waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1111488581694445915?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1111488581694445915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1111488581694445915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1111488581694445915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1111488581694445915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8740512751053905202</id><published>2009-01-15T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:04:20.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation Needed</title><content type='html'>From left to right, I see my history homework, maths homework and other stuff best not said here, and no matter how hard I try, I can never get my hand to move towards the pencil box, take out my pen and start working on them. It's kinda obvious what it is, though most of you would call it laziness. I guess that's one way to put it, but in my opinion, the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lack of motivation. The problem is i don't have enough motivation to get my ass up and start moving forward. Yeah, I'm that kind of guy, where I often need something, or someone, to do things for. I never seem to be able to do things if it's for myself. I really need to learn how to be a little bit more selfish. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays, I'm starting to feel as if I'm getting left behind while the world keeps on moving forward. Like days are passing by, and I'm still living the week before. Lack of sleep? Maybe. Makes me hate having insomnia. Or maybe it's something else? Maybe cause I'm finding lesser and lesser people to consider friends? Lesser and lesser people that I'm sure I can trust, and I am willing to confide with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main problem still stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still lack motivation to do anything, and catch up with the rest of the world. And I can't seem to be able to find one. I just hope I'm gonna be able to find one soon, before O levels become just right around the corner. Now, that would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find motivation?&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Or who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh... One way to find out, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get one back tomorrow. One that I know would definitely start me going forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8740512751053905202?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8740512751053905202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8740512751053905202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8740512751053905202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8740512751053905202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/01/motivation-needed.html' title='Motivation Needed'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-9222450226748477005</id><published>2009-01-14T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:04:17.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures FTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_5Hbs1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAKdHsE1B_c/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_5Hbs1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAKdHsE1B_c/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291149018172994386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right, the singer, Courtney; the dancer, Louisse; the drummer, Kenneth; and the basketball prodigy, Clark.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: See you next time, bro. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_zKYndI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s5soW5ryYo4/s1600-h/DSC000401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_zKYndI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s5soW5ryYo4/s320/DSC000401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291149016574762450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rate of Reaction? No, no, no. It's ReneGaDe L. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_rL8e2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9I0dRCE9M2g/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_rL8e2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9I0dRCE9M2g/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291149014433823586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McDonald's. And so starts the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_UNlmzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KeBUmQZ7OKU/s1600-h/DSC000101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_UNlmzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KeBUmQZ7OKU/s320/DSC000101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291149008266697522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got the hat from Syafiq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uz9XX6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y3LqtgHbxVs/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uz9XX6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y3LqtgHbxVs/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147713643539138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year~! Hahaha. Yeah, the Bragais Brothers tradition on celebrating New Year. This wasn't all though. I had six cans total. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uzswwRXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2bUmmwRCyL4/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uzswwRXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2bUmmwRCyL4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147709186590066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Career Workshop attire. Hmm... Is this the last time I'm gonna wear this to school? Dum dum duuuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uzFkxHtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Pmi3sxdsjY/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uzFkxHtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Pmi3sxdsjY/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147698667331282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's me. Got a problem? I'll bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uy-nqe8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7JANReYuaEg/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uy-nqe8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7JANReYuaEg/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147696800431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with cute lil Jolyn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uytneDGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TDXzUz7ExzQ/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3uytneDGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TDXzUz7ExzQ/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291147692236213346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my brother-f0r-life, Yi Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-9222450226748477005?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/9222450226748477005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=9222450226748477005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/9222450226748477005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/9222450226748477005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-ftw.html' title='Pictures FTW'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SW3v_5Hbs1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAKdHsE1B_c/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5359280588879248626</id><published>2008-12-23T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:00:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve-Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: Knuck If You Buck - J-Squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, krump song. Guessed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy damn! An update right on the next day! And I've got nothing to update on too! I'm really blogging! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm serious, there's no updates at all. Nothing much happened today, really. Didn't talk to anyone. Didn't do anything special. Didn't even get off my lappie. Yeah, I know, I'm getting a wee bit addicted to it, but meh, whatever, right? Besides, when 2009 starts, I doubt I'll be on as often as I do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas is gonna be another blue Christmas for me, I think. That sucks. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be getting considerably lesser presents this year. People out there, there's no need to buy me anything. Plain cash is enough. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song changed to Glory To God by J-Squad. Yes, another krumping sound. Me love krump music. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ok, I be gone now. Bai-bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;RDG L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5359280588879248626?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5359280588879248626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5359280588879248626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5359280588879248626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5359280588879248626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve-Eve'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6945569114452550748</id><published>2008-12-22T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:24:51.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Early Christmas</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Mad, by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, I never seem to be able to get myself to stick to the blog enough to update it daily, even though it's my web browser's home page... Yeah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing's been happening the past few days, really. Yes, Nov 25 - Dec 22 was quite uneventful. In fact, I can list down the events from the latest date to the newest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First that comes to mind is the Zheng Hua CC Hip Hop Affair on 6th December '08. Hahah. We went up second, and there were a total of 17 performances. Not sure how well we did. We didn't get top three, but I got a feeling we didn't go rock bottom either, so I guess that's good enough? Haha. Met a couple of people from the competition, like Rouchy Crew, Lulu and Ee from Bling Desirez, Ella from Lil Funky and Yenny from F2DM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella was the most memorable one, though. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the catwalk platform, talking to Gico when she suddenly come up to me and asked to have my picture taken. So yeah, we took pictures. First one was simple, really. Second time, I discreetly put my arm around her shoulders. *cough* Yeah. Asked for her number after that, and voila, I got it. Hung out at the competition till, like, 10.30 pm, before heading out to hang out with Rouchy. Had a dance off with Shasha. Dance floor krumping vs Battle krumping. Me won. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Next event that comes to mind would be the 3E1 Class BBQ. Funny how I only found out about it exactly the day before, on Tuesday. It was on Wednesday, btw. And the day was as tiring as hell. Firstly, I had dance practice in the morning. No... Wait. This happened before ZHCC. Ah, hell, too lazy to edit. Just... Flip it around in your mind, somehow. Yeah, had dance practice in the morning, went home, changed, then left with enough money to pay for the BBQ. Was 20 minutes late, but I found them anyways, still waiting for people. Atikah, Jie Jian, Sherry, Jia Yi and Si Wei. Boarded the bus, went off and reached the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was ok. I loved the mushrooms. Those were awesome. Heh. Went on and on till about 10.30 pm. when Rooban finally arrived. We left after that, and played at the playground. On the way there, had a good talk with Sherry. Haha. The rest after that is, as they say, history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next event would be the SFB Beyond Your Style Competition. It was on the 13th of Dec. And there were supposed to be 10 teams in the Finals, but since three of them backed out, there were three empty spots, and they invited DBV to come. Guess what? I only found out the day before. So, we had totally no time to practice. And only Syafiq, Ezzaty, Shannon (Guest DBV) and me were there, Evon coming later. So... it was a no-show. We simply became the backstage crew. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Merged was there, and so was Chacha's crew, and the Fan Crew too. Freakzy Nutz came as audience. Ella wasn't there, so yeah... Nywayz, it was a good show. Me and Syafiq stayed, handling the chairs, audience and things. Then, the battle part started. E-Merged PWNed with Krumping. After all, it IS a battle dance style. Haha. E-Merged and Fan Crew proceeded to the finals. We were like, "Pinoy power!". Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan Crew won, E-Merged got second. And once more, the Philippine Pride emerged victorious. FDC, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the shitty part of the day... My older brother, Kenneth, was coming in from Philippines on the same day. Yeah, I missed the chance to see him at the airport, at home, and at the Christmas party afterwards cause I was at the dance competition. Yeah, sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the most bothering part of the past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the next year starts, DBV may be breaking up, cause of O levels, you know. The girls wanna concentrate on that. I want to too, but I still wanna keep on dancing. What do I do, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a couple of thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;I COULD try to get myself inside Freakzy. It'll be hard, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Or I could go join E-Merged.&lt;br /&gt;Or I could make my own crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Here are a few updates, though:&lt;br /&gt;1) Krumping is now my main style, not popping.&lt;br /&gt;2) Working to train up on contemporary, lyrical and B-Boying.&lt;br /&gt;3) Will be performing on CNY '09. Though, I need Chinese songs. Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;4) Will be joining the Groove In The West Competition. With Streetaticz, or my own group, I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;5) I need a female partner dancer. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... And bye bye Dance Prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holla out to the new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renegade L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6945569114452550748?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6945569114452550748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6945569114452550748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6945569114452550748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6945569114452550748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-early-christmas.html' title='Merry Early Christmas'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2965410019309078180</id><published>2008-11-25T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:46:47.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Wow... An Update</title><content type='html'>Yeah... 2 days since my last post. Fastest ever, I think?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, never mind. It isn't. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to get a charger after subjecting my room to a typhoon and finding the warranty card. Yay for lappie.&lt;br /&gt;Had a rehearsal today, with Syafiq, Shannon and another guy whose name slipped my mind. Three B-Boyers and a krumper. Wow. Wonder what kind of dances we're going to make. Haha. Watch for it!&lt;br /&gt;Another dance rehearsal tomorrow, De'Blaze. Tired, tired. Scratches on my knee and aches on my calves, I need rest. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Anyway, I was reading Yanee's profile earler and I noticed the little note thing on her profile and I clicked on it accidentaly. Sent me to some weird website called Lets101. Not sure what that meant. Is it supposed to mean Let's 1augh 0ut 1oud? Meh. Did the quizes there anyway, and see what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Blog Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/fall_in_love" style="border: 0px solid blue;"&gt; &lt;img alt="fun quizzes and meme for blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/guy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Fun Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/sex_appeal" style="border: 1px solid transparent; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent url(http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/sex_appeal_m.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(153, 204, 0); -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; line-height: 32px; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;My sex appeal is 7.6 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ladies beware!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/"&gt;Dating Free Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, here's a little memory that came to mind when I saw Cherie today.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, then you need to rest the rifle on the knuckle of your third finger."&lt;br /&gt;"... Is that the third finger from the left or from the right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2965410019309078180?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2965410019309078180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2965410019309078180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2965410019309078180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2965410019309078180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-update.html' title='... Wow... An Update'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2910342165606579104</id><published>2008-11-23T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:54:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lappie go boomie</title><content type='html'>... So, anyway, my laptop can't be used anymore. Well, the laptop's not the problem. It's the charger. So, here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I used the laptop and noticed the charger was not plugged in, so... Well, I plugged it in. Started using it, posting, chatting, what not. Then, suddenly, I heard a spark. I looked at the part of the charger that was meant to go into the laptop and it sparked again. And again, and again, and then, *beeeep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charger stopped working. My laptop ran out of battery after that. And I can't do shit now. I'm using my sis' computer, and I hate the keyboard. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, hell. Imma have to think of ways to get my lappie up and running, like maybe connect it to a CPU or something, whatever. My music files are in there, and I need them ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I talked to girl H again. Haha. Not sure if that's a good thing, but hey, it made me smile anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your bowling comp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2910342165606579104?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2910342165606579104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2910342165606579104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2910342165606579104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2910342165606579104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lappie-go-boomie.html' title='My lappie go boomie'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2683672532897933952</id><published>2008-11-21T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:58:19.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Comp.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I had the Annual Shooting Competition NCC for Part C yesterday, and it did not go as well as I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night before, I was watching Space Chimps, and it was so awesome, I watched it twice. As such, I fell asleep at 3 am. Yeah. And I woke up at 5.30 to get ready for the competition. I reached Khatib at exactly 7.30 am, the supposed meeting time. Goes to show how punctual I am. Always RIGHT on time. Anyway, saw Zhen Lin and Jeremy, got worried as shit. Supposed to be 4 shooters, so where was the third? Well, he got sick. And guess what, he told us right at 7.32 am. Yes. Last minute, suddenly get sick. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, they panicked. I just sat there listening to mp3, wondering if we were still going to shoot, or are we just gonna go home? Jeremy called Mr Quek and they thought of a plan, to drag Yuen Kai from his Engineering camp and into the shooting comp. Lucky guy, get to go for camp AND shooting comp. Anyway, we went there on a shuttle bus. Quite a squeezy ride. *cough* Big ma'am sitting beside me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Anyway, reached the camp, waited for Yuen Kai, received messages from Mr Quek which we were to pass to Shi Cheng. Quite awesome messages, by the way. "Tell that fuckin asshole to get an MC for today, or I don't want to see him in BBSS anymore. He better not fuck with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuen Kai came, we registered, and got into the 12th detail. 3rd last. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down, listened to the briefing, and started to wait, wait, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, talked to a few friends like Mubin and Iskandar from Hong Kah, Aizat from Hillgrove, Sabrina from Queensway and Hafizan from Yusof Ishak. Got to know a few people too, like Fatimah and Amalina from Yusof Ishak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, our detail started, my rifle was shooting to the top left, so I had to aim bottom right. While I was shooting, the gunpowder smoke kept on burning my eyes. What a bitch. Couldn't see properly. My right eye was already blur in the first place, and the smoke did not help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of how disappointing it is, Imma keep the score a secret. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a bit eventful too, or shall I say, afternoon? I woke up at 1.30 pm, saw my phone and saw Mus and Syafiq's sms, asking me where I was and to bring batteries. I thought there was rehearsal today, and I didn't even know about it. Went to bathe, got changed and rushed to the place, only to find it empty. Borrowed some guy's phone and asked Syafiq, only to realise that it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old sim card. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2683672532897933952?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2683672532897933952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2683672532897933952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2683672532897933952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2683672532897933952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/11/shooting-comp.html' title='Shooting Comp.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6210076257313459252</id><published>2008-11-19T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:06:47.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Boredom (As Tagged By Selynna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The rules &amp;amp; regulations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own, 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&lt;br /&gt;4) No tag back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN WEIRD THINGS/HABITS/LITTLE KNOWN FACTS ABOUT ME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes, I dream of being a ninja. Uber PWNage.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink is one of my top five favourite colours. Tough men wear it.&lt;br /&gt;3. My right eye has a degree of 100, my left eye 0.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a third eye.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate being in crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;6. Once, I played the X-Box for two days straight. No sleep, whatsoever. Bathe, eat, yes, but no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7. I enjoy pain? o.o It's adrenaline boosting.&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to come to school real early just to put traps in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;9. I still have a library book in my possession, overdue since I was Primary 5. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a little precious box, where I keep items like my Ya-Lo Necklace, my Valentine Aquababies, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LUCKY TEN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cyra&lt;br /&gt;2. Courtney&lt;br /&gt;3. Pei San&lt;br /&gt;4. Feei&lt;br /&gt;5. Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;6. Josh&lt;br /&gt;7. Nadia&lt;br /&gt;8. Fanna&lt;br /&gt;9. Anira&lt;br /&gt;10. Mardiah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6210076257313459252?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210076257313459252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6210076257313459252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6210076257313459252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6210076257313459252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-boredom-as-tagged-by-selynna.html' title='Out Of Boredom (As Tagged By Selynna)'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7891197737235191990</id><published>2008-10-18T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:13:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of A Father</title><content type='html'>"Tell me, what good thing have you done for us? Nothing. You are a good-for-nothing idiot who thinks he's so smart. You are useless and problematic. I mean, what have you done for the past few days? Dancing? Staying overnight at parties with people I don't know? You've been like this since you started dancing. I never liked your dancing. I just pretended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next time you go out, don't you dare come back. In fact, I want you out of my house by the time I get home for dinner. Am I cle-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of all this shit, you fucking abusive cheating drunkard. I'm sick of my family. I'm sick of my life. And I'm sick of people leaving me behind WHEN I need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the deal. I just came home from Sara's Sweet Sixteen birthday party at East Coast Park, and I was having a really eager-to-burst bladder, ever since I boarded the train at Jurong East. Tahan and tahan all the way to home. What happened? I was stuck at the door for 20 minutes as I knocked, rang the doorbell and shouted. 20 fucking minutes of holding it in, while some fucking banglahs building the elevator stared at me. My maid finally opened the door, staring at me and scolding me for being so impatient. First WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the toilet, did my thing, walked out, saw my younger brother watching TV. That motherfucker. While I was down there, calling his fucking name as loud as hell, he just sat there watching TV. And he said he heard me too. But did he do anything? No. That stupid little idiot just kept watching TV. So, I scolded him, but he didn't even give a shit. So, I switched off the TV. He shouted at me, then switched it back on. Second WTF. So, I switched it off again. This time, he started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as always, being the biased annoying bitch that she is, my maid came up and started to scold me again, saying something about telling Clark not to open the door if there was a doorbell cause it's broken. WTF, doorbell? What about the knocking and the shouting? What, the door was moving on its own, the hinges broken, and the speaker downstairs too? Motherfucking idiots. Shouted here. Shouted there. Called my younger brother a fucking retarded gay (Word by word) for crying over a fucking television while I was calling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid retreated, and so did my younger brother. And then, suddenly they called my dad and started telling fucking lies like me hitting my younger brother and throwing things at him. I was throwing things at the fucking TV for being more important than me! And my dad called me, and that is an extract of the long and hurtful things he said. Hung up at the end, of course. Pointing my middle finger at my phone the whole time. I'm packing my stuff now, complentating whether I should leave or not. To where, I don't care. Just anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a few people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie: Really, jessie, what the hell happened to us? You were one of my closest friend, someone I really treasured and was grateful for. You seemed to be the only one who knew that I was hurt, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. And you helped me drop the habit of smoking too, if you don't realise it. I have no idea what happened between us and suddenly, you're all hostile at me. What did I do wrong? I really need your support and encouragement again, Jessie. And thank you for leaving me when I needed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faana and Nad: Yeah... You know the story. I still can't believe you two did that to me, you know. You saw my tears. You saw my reaction. You saw my attitude. When you girls did the same, I was there to comfort you. This time, what did you do in return? Leave me without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fuck you. That's all I gotta say. Fuck you for almost leaving my mom, my siblings and I to fend for ourselves as you run off with her to America. Fuck you for shouting at my mom everytime she tried to stop you from going out with her. Fuck you for throwing me against the cupboard when I tried to stop you. Fuck you for the shit you've given my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and fuck you for being so selfish and not take your medicine. If you had done it, then we wouldn't be in this fucked-up financial crisis in the fucking first place! You wouldn't have needed that operation, and those fucking injections and we wouldn't be this poor in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else who continue to give me shit no matter how much I suck up to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace, DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7891197737235191990?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7891197737235191990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7891197737235191990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7891197737235191990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7891197737235191990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-of-father.html' title='Words Of A Father'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7685765561838663187</id><published>2008-10-16T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:45:07.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>F-U-C-K-E-D U-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my spelling of life atm. Honestly, nothing's going right anymore. At least, not for me. I don't know about you, nor do I give a rat's ass, but honestly, can't a SINGLE thing work out for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Imma start on last Friday. Compared to the past few days, this isn't really anything, but I wanna talk about it anyway. Yi Wei and Teik Wei completely pissed the hell out of me. Let's start first. I took Part A, as I always do, since I'm their PC, but suddenly, Yi Wei and Teik Wei are constantly butting in, cutting into my command and talks. I mean, like, what the hell? Yi Wei, WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR, YOU FUCKING ASS. And Teik Wei, just cause you didn't get to the top five, doesn't mean you have to be an ass about it. And especially on me too. Oh yeah, I was having a fever that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, part A only had sixteen people, so I wanted to command as a platoon, but Yi Wei suddenly split them up, just like that, without even telling me. At first, I didn't give a shit. PT was at 4.30, so I planned to form them back up at 4 to command them as a platoon. Went on, went on, headache got worse, Gary asked me to rest, I rested for like, five minutes, then ignored him and went on. Then, 4 o'clock came. All of the fucking sudden, I see Yi Wei's half of my part A changing to PT kit. First, he splits them up in front of me without telling me, and now, he gives them instructions without consulting me. I was as pissed as hell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I  didn't do anything. I just went along with it, asked my section to go change too. Then, suddenly, 4 people didn't go for PT. I didn't go too, cause I had a fever. So, like, as everyone was assembling at the field, I saw the 4 Part As who reported sick playing cards. I didn't want Mr Mazlee to scold them, so I sent them to the field too. Then, I followed after soon and saw them folding their sleeve down to long 4. Teik Wei was asking them to run in long 4. Again, wtf? I went off to take a walk with Faana, to cool down. I come back down, and see Mr Mazlee at the NCC Room scolding the 4 part As. Teik Wei had sent them back. I got scolded too, then asked the Part As to go to the field and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou Han kept annoying the fuck out of me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: "Staff, can I run?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;DH: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cause you're in uniform, and you report sick."&lt;br /&gt;DH: "But the other staff (Yi Wei (See? Another fuckin mistake)) also run in uniform."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you a staff?"&lt;br /&gt;DH: "No, but he run in uniform."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He's a staff. Are you?"&lt;br /&gt;DH: "No, bu-&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, you're not. Go sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Then, started to think that I was going too easy on the Part As. PT, they were just sitting at the side. Annoying, really. So, I went to the area in front of the NCC Room, gathered the platoon there, then started to talk to them, asking them if they were really serious about NCC. I was being serious there, and I was talking to them about what I wanted from them, how I would treat them from then on and how I was going easy on them the past few weeks. And Yi Wei and Teik Wei kept butting in. I just ignored what they said and kept talking, but in a louder volume to shut them out. That was fun, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, made Part A march up and down the parade square and constantly scolded them for dragging their boots and swinging their arms. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I stopped them. And I was about to talk to them again, to debrief them on the day's training and events, but something happened. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Part A, on yo- (ur butts, down)."&lt;br /&gt;Teik Wei: "Part A, I want you to go into the NCC Room, get your stuff and fall in back here. MOVE!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Asshole. You've lost my respect. Congratulations, and a good day to you.&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/3393501893056332043-7685765561838663187?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7685765561838663187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7685765561838663187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7685765561838663187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7685765561838663187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4260228210844057891</id><published>2008-10-01T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:42:09.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--.: Ragnok :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Mwhahaha. I'm lashing out on the Singapore Slingers.&lt;br /&gt;- - // [ Otakugfx ] [ The glorious series is finally over, R.I.P Code Geass T_T ] [ Busy Status means studying ] says:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;- - // [ Otakugfx ] [ The glorious series is finally over, R.I.P Code Geass T_T ] [ Busy Status means studying ] says:&lt;br /&gt;the what?&lt;br /&gt;--.: Ragnok :.-- says:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Basketball Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to post something else too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many blow jobs they had give the referee to get him to be in their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4260228210844057891?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4260228210844057891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4260228210844057891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4260228210844057891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4260228210844057891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2658945087262901185</id><published>2008-10-01T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:46:09.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBA Pure Foods VS. Singapore Slingers</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 7.40 pm, Singapore Indoor Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PBA Champion Pure Foods was challenged by the Singapore Slingers to an exhibition match and of course, being the Pinoy and the Basketball-fan that I am, I went with my parents. The match went pretty well, really. A lot of funny parts. Too bad there were not any Singapore Slinger fans around me. Wanted to annoy them with my booing everytime those darned Singapore Slingers got the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first quarter, the score was, about, 19-25, second quarter 42-56, third quarter 64-82, last quarter 86-90. Yeah, we fought hard in the last quarter and managed to catch up, with 4 points left to a tie. Pinoy power. Pinoy pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things about the match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10 of the crowd were Filipino Fans. I mean, honestly. Everytime the Pure Foods made a shot, there'll be cheers. Everytime the Singapore Slingers made a shot, there'll be jeers. It was so funny. It was their home turf, and yet, the crowd was against them. Imagine how pathetic they felt. Oh, I loved it. Yeah, I hate the Singapore Slingers. Oh yeah, and we set the record for the most number of people coming to watch a Singapore Slinger game. Pathetic, really. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Flag was being waved everywhere. Honestly, there was never a time in the whole game, no matter which direction you looked, that you would no see the flag of the Philippines. And there was not a single Singaporean flag. Here I was, thinking that Singaporeans were actually proud of their innocent, pure and stead fast country, when us Pinoys were more proud of our shaky and poor country with an undeniably corrupted government. Another reason why I hate Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head referee was an asshole too, giving out bad calls and all those fuckin shit. One of the Pinoy players was injured after getting elbowed in the face by Sandrin from the Singapore Slingers. The referee was not looking and no foul was made. And then, he was talking to the court officials and when one of the Singapore Slingers fell, he was not looking, but he still called a foul. Ass. And no one touched the damned Singapore Slinger player. He frikin tripped. Of course, the crowd was on the Pure Foods' side, so you can guess their reaction. A copy of a crowd's cheer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person: "Referee!"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: "GAGO! (Idiot/Fool/Stupid/Crazy in Tagalog)"&lt;br /&gt;One person: "Referee!"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: "GAGO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it went on for twenty minutes. I love pinoys. We love to have fun. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only the Singapore Slingers team were spared. After the Pinoy player was unjustly injured, the crowd hated every Singaporean in the stadium. The cheerleaders came out greeted with jeers. It was so funny. Some guy shouted, "WE WANT FDC!" The Filipino Dance Club of Singapore. And I'm in it too. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one part where the Singapore Slingers point guard actually committed a back-court violation, but the referee simply let it slide, then the Pure Foods coach went to the officials to complain. Some fucked-up Australian guy who supported Singapore Slingers stood up and scolded him, asking him to get back to the bench. Man, you should have been there. The whole team crowded at the court in front of the Australian, asking him to come down and dare say that again. If I was not wrong, he asked the coach to "Get your ass down and complain to your maid mother instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a total of eight water bottles being thrown at the Australian Guy. Fucker deserved it, I say. In fact, if I wasn't on the opposite side of the stadium, I would have thrown the tennis ball I found outside the stadium. Fucking asshole. The announcer was like, "It's just a game!" and the crowd was jeering at him. Anyone who supported the Singapore Slingers were not spared, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three minutes were awesome. The Singapore Slingers were unable to score. You know the announcer plays different kind of tunes to get the people to cheer 'Defence' or 'Offence'? Yeah, they were playing the 'Offence' tune, but the crowd was cheering 'Defence' instead. And yeah, the team worked well defensively. They couldn't even get near the ring. Everytime the ball was turned over, or a shot was taken, everyone, except the Australians and the Singaporeans, would stand up. It was so funny. No one could see the Singaporean Slinger fans anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there was too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: "That was a good game, but Singapore Slingers won 90 to 86. Let's give it to the fans!"&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: "BOOO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: "Uhm, I mean, the fans for the Pure Foods, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: "YAAAAY!!! WHOOO!!!! PINOY PRIDE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love Pinoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have lost that match, but we achieved a whole lot more than the game. For that night, the Singapore Indoor Stadium did not belong to Singapore Slingers, no. It belonged to Pure Foods and to the Philippines. And we showed the Singapore Slingers just how small their fan base are (Which is fucking small, btw. Hell, wonder how small it would be during their game against the Australian team. lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we showed just how proud we are of our country and how united we can be, despite not knowing who each other are. We waved the Philippine Flag in a place that was supposedly a foreign turf, and in a basketball game too, cause we are proud of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed that when it comes to pride, no Singaporean can match a Filipino. Cause we love our country. So, Singapore Slingers, next time you wanna challenge one of the top basketball teams in the Philippines, take note. You're not only challenging the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're challenging the whole Filipino community in Singapore. And trust me, we will crowd your stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, as for that asshole who shouted at the Filipino coach, he had to be escorted home by the police. He was, after all, injured by a mere water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that felt so good to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you Australian bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Singapore Slingers, STOP RECRUITING FOREIGN PEOPLE! You only have one Singaporean and you call yourself the national team? What a bunch of losers. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Slingers -&gt; Suck&lt;br /&gt;Red-shirted Australian bastard -&gt;Suck more.&lt;br /&gt;Pure Foods -&gt; Rock&lt;br /&gt;Filipinoes in Singapore -&gt; Rock more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2658945087262901185?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2658945087262901185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2658945087262901185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2658945087262901185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2658945087262901185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pba-pure-foods-vs-singapore-slingers.html' title='PBA Pure Foods VS. Singapore Slingers'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-7133770694325735474</id><published>2008-10-01T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:52:19.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBP HIPZ HOPZ DANCE COMPETITION</title><content type='html'>27th September was DBV's first participation in a Dance Competition and I have to say, despite it being our first time, we did pretty good. True, we didn't really win anything, but hell, we were there more for experience than to win. We never expected to bring home anything, but at least we were more familiarised with dancing competitions, yeah? Next target, November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it was the exam period, but that was why this kinda mattered quite a lot to me. Sacrificed a lot of my studying time rehearsing. Monday to Tuesday, after papers, from 4pm - 6pm, I was rehearsing. Friday night, from 5pm - 10pm, I was rehearsing at Republic Polytechnic. Tiring. And demanding. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, glad that's over with. Oh, and if you wanna catch the video of the performance, check it out on our blog. Just click that DBV pic on the side of the blog, then click on the pink tab. It should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't wanna talk about the papers, so I'll talk about something else that happened. Yesterday. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-7133770694325735474?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/7133770694325735474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=7133770694325735474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7133770694325735474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/7133770694325735474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbp-hipz-hopz-dance-competition.html' title='BBP HIPZ HOPZ DANCE COMPETITION'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4987131626158381711</id><published>2008-09-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:50:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah~</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. Heh. Let me see. What has happened the past few days? Well, I still don't have any videos of the Furama Hotel performance and lower sec Teacher's Day performances, but it'll come. Soon enough. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just talk about recent performances. Last Saturday, went to Klevyn's house to celebrate his birthday. And was it fun. Haha. Watched Dead Silence in the afternoon and suffered everyone's scream, especially the murder of Henry part. Damn. Anyway, went on the internet after that, then spent the whole night playing Winning Eleven with Klevyn while waiting for 5.15 to wake Ayelle up to send her home. Fun games, I tell you. I think it was a tied, overall, in terms of wins? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went home after that, and I forgot to bring my cap home. Damn. Anyway, got addicted to DJ Max. "Whee~" Yeah. 5pm, I left home to head to the Arena for the Philippine All-Stars Concert~! WHOOO!!!! Haha. Reached there at 6.10 pm, then met up with Kuya Mao from FDC, of which I was in from last July to last September. He introduced me to Kevin, Kate and the rest of E-Merge, a branch from FDC. Yeah, talked, talked, talked, waited to get into the club, then finally, we were allowed in. It was only then was I introduced to the two hot ladies, Chacha and Fidi. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four, Fantastic Kidz and the Freakin' Siblings made up the start of the shows. Yeah. Awesome. Nice performances, man. Had to listen to Modenine and Terry the Rapman for an hour, and finally the All Stars came out. AWESOME! PURE HOUR OF NOTHING BUT UBER AWESHOMENESS!!! Pityness to whoever was not there. Hahaha. I dunno when the videos will come out, but these are the pictures of the performances. (I'm in the bottom right corner of two of the pictures. Hehehehe.) http://filsg.com/smf/index.php/topic,11469.0.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Brought Chacha and Fidi home after that, before heading home myself. And that reached up to 12.30 am. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School reopened, and I was sleepy and suffering from a hangover. Yeah, I drank in the club. What else would anyone else do? Haha. School carried on and I was still as sleepy as hell. Anyway, after school, had to go through... Umm... I forgot. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hillgrove after that to start working on our dance performance next Saturday, yeah. And rehearsed today too. Everyday, from this Monday to Thursday and next Monday to Thursday too, we'll be rehearsing from 4-6. This Friday no rehearsal, but next Friday will be 6-10. Have to work hard for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much else to say. Be back soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4987131626158381711?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4987131626158381711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4987131626158381711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4987131626158381711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4987131626158381711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah~'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4072310356308402145</id><published>2008-09-05T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:52:53.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>I know, they all have me inside. Those were the pics I took so far, cause there's like... 500+ pics total and I'm too lazy to cut them all out and put them all here. And I don't think you wanna see that all too, right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Next post will show every member's respective pose~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the video too, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and click on the DBV pic on the side of my blog to the blog of De'Blaze. Yeah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4072310356308402145?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4072310356308402145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4072310356308402145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4072310356308402145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4072310356308402145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4468241896361710775</id><published>2008-09-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:51:27.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furama River Front Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SMAR1mOHpEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L2wiHiB4o1U/s1600-h/IMG_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SMARGzBkDeI/AAAAAAAAADw/FIY3Y3PdWjU/s320/IMG_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242208774732910050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SMARHDNarFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H1FnbfhZ2bY/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SMARHDNarFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H1FnbfhZ2bY/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242208779077594194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4468241896361710775?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4468241896361710775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4468241896361710775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4468241896361710775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4468241896361710775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/furama-river-front-hotel.html' title='Furama River Front Hotel'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SMAR1mOHpEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L2wiHiB4o1U/s72-c/IMG_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1100095535726153531</id><published>2008-09-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:07:53.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never before...</title><content type='html'>Ugh... I feel totally fucking miserable at the moment..And I don't give a shit what you think about that. Say what you wanna say, think what you wanna think, but fuck it, life's been totally fucked up nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, the past few months have been real demanding for me and I've been struggling so hard. My parents are not getting any better in their relationship and a divorce seems eminent. As if that's not enough, everything in school, home, friends, everything's trying to get a bite out off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never succeeded in making my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;I've never succeeded in getting the same respect that I give people.&lt;br /&gt;I've never succeeded in finding a friend that would really always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be the one that everyone vents their anger and drown their misery on? I'm getting fucking sick and tired of it. I'm tired of being the nice guy who doesn't hit back when hit, who doesn't mind being at the suffering end of another person's ordeal, I'm tired of being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I can't seem to move on about you. You're always on my mind, no matter how many times, and how many people, I tried to replace you in my heart, but they never seem to knock you out of place. You have no idea how much you mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been holding onto a string I made for myself, trying to hold on and not fall. You came along, you know, with a rope. And I let myself fall to catch your rope, but not long after, you let go of it and let me fall. These scars in my heart, and on my body, will remind me of the fall. Please, I'm begging you, let down your rope and pull me out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna suffer anymore. I don't wanna be alone anymore. I don't wanna be lied to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1100095535726153531?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1100095535726153531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1100095535726153531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1100095535726153531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1100095535726153531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-before.html' title='Never before...'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-2319408117536764548</id><published>2008-09-01T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:31:32.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Specialist Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senior Specialist Course&lt;br /&gt;30.08.08 - 01.09.08&lt;br /&gt;Amoy Quee Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I say that you were more than a motivation to me for this camp, I am not kidding. The day before, I didn't felt like going to SSC. Truth be told, I initially wanted to skip the camp, cause I was too tired and I didn't want to screw up, or even get my ass off the bed to do it, but your sms on 30.08.08, 12.02 a.m., quote "I wanna see a staff sgt louisse." made me change my mind completely. I slept early, woke up early, packed my stuff and left home to meet the others at McDonald West Mall, 6 am. I even brought my handphone, caused I wanted to keep in touch with you. So, yeah, I went to camp, ready to meet whatever and whenever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept smsing you during the day and throughout the whole thing, I was so waiting so hard for night to come so I could sms you freely. Lectures came and most of the time, I was smsing you and waiting for your reply. And sigh, I missed talking to you, really. Sigh. Yeah. First day was naught but lectures and learning. Learned a few advanced foot and arms drill, like marching into a parade square and formation of squad for mutual. Smsed you during lunch, dinner and etc. Then, night came and smsed you freely. Best night of my life for a long time now. I really missed you, missed you calling me dearest, promising me everything would be alright. It would always make me face tomorrows without a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next morning, I forgot to set my alarm, but thankfully, you really woke me up at 5am and called me. God I missed your voice. Hearing it again made me smile so much. Haha. What a great way to start the day. Woke up, got dressed, kept smsing you, and whatever. Yeah, continued to sms you, even during my Foot Drill mutual. Now, there was a cock-up there. I was supposed to do ke blakang bo seng, but I did berhanti instead. I was so ticked off at myself, and once again, you helped me get through it. Thanks... Sorry about Farhan, though. I didn't know you wanted to keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night after that, talkted to you again, and yeah... I loved those nights. The next morning, however, everything started to screw up, and I'm sorry for that. I'm just worried, that's all. I don't want to lose you again. Please, talk to me again? I really missed you and the past few days with you has been great. I don't want it to end, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can handle it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to be talking about the special specialist course, but who gives a shit's ass about that. You matter more than the rank does now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-2319408117536764548?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/2319408117536764548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=2319408117536764548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2319408117536764548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/2319408117536764548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/senior-specialist-course.html' 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The lower sec performances will be posted up soon. And yes, there were some significant differences to both performances, ESPECIALLY the freestyle. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6588856905112471731?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7778ce91abd137c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=968f33ae760b17d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cbc8151475e81d27&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6588856905112471731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6588856905112471731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6588856905112471731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6588856905112471731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/videos-of-performance.html' title='Videos of performance'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4932394892751164984</id><published>2008-09-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:28:18.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACHER'S DAY / FURAMA RIVERFRONT HOTEL</title><content type='html'>Alright. Teacher's Day has ended, and I can't believe I actually survived the day, much less still be prepared for the next day. Anyway, let's start the day from the morning. I woke up at about 5.30 to get ready for the dance, took my attires for all my performances, stuffed them in a bag, then left for school. I met Shi Hui and Alan on the way there, and went there with them. Yeah, everything went smoothly from there onwards. Got dressed. Got ready. And went to perform. E-14 was welcomed greatly. =D Thanks everyone for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my solo was next. My heart was beating so fast here and I felt like vomitting. First time that happened before a performance. Perhaps cause this was the first time I was performing a solo in front of a lot of people? Maybe. Then, my turn came and I loved the loud cheers. xD. The video will come soon. That went well, and so did the solo with Shannon and Darrien. Went well with the lower sec too, then after that, hung out with Nadia till she reached her primary school, before meeting my own friends. Kinda funny. From school, went to Keming, to West mall, to school, then back to West mall. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with De'Blaze soon after, got my shorts, then went off to Furama River Front Hotel where we were gonna perform at a Children's Society Volunteers Night. Right. Everything went smoothly from here, until the performance. The guys part was screwed up, but fortunately, we made it that it seemed to be that way and everyone thought our performance was flawless. Hahaha, right. Yeah. Left there at 9.30+, then walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these awesome things doesn't compare to what happened to me that evening. Dancing to I Wanna Be was delibrate in my part and I wanted to remind her that I still thought about her. And it worked, cause she started talking to me again. Damn was I happy!? I was smiling the whole way to the hotel, and no one knew why except for the two of us. It's been so long since I was like that, honestly. Sigh... Yeah, I missed her so much I even dared to bring a phone to NCC camp, something I wouldn't normally do, especially one as serious as this. *hugs* Thanks for giving me the second chance that I have been waiting and working for for a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ISH EXTREMELY HAPPY*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4932394892751164984?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4932394892751164984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4932394892751164984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4932394892751164984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4932394892751164984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/09/teachers-day-furama-riverfront-hotel.html' title='TEACHER&apos;S DAY / FURAMA RIVERFRONT HOTEL'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5295589644883418207</id><published>2008-08-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:26:35.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I didn't post everyday. Sue me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the past few days have been quite busy for me. Here's what's been happening. Last Wednesday, the first rehearsal for Teacher's Day. Hafeez said he was having stomach ache, and I was not sure whether to believe him or not. But whatever. Only Alan and I arrived for E-14, so that was a no-no rehearsal too. And since Hafeez was having stomach ache and he played a major role in our dance, we didn't rehearse too. Jessie called me out then, told me that if Hafeez was really having stomach ache, how was he able to sit down there, talk and laugh? So, the Masked then got kicked out of the Teacher's Day performance. And Jessie asked me to make a 5 minute solo to replace the thing. Whhheee~ &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thursday, spent the whole day, from 6 - 11.30 pm making the song and choreographing the 5 minute solo. And I succeeded! YUSH! Haha. Friday came, and I let Atikah listen to the song. She said it was alright, so I guess I was inside the Teacher's Day, then. Anyway, Friday afternoon. We had our first Cadet Harmony Program since Mr Chun was not present. NCC Land and NCC Sea joined to have an Amazing Race together. And heh, boy did I have fun. You could say that Maybel was the devil, or at least, close to it. (No offence. ^o^) And I was the funny angel. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, stayed at home practicing my solo, then spent Sunday watching movies and church. Ate my first foot long Subway Burger, and bought another hoodie jacket. No touchy, Kuya! Anyway, Monday came soon after. After school, had our first audition in 1E1, and first time presenting the dance. Yeah. Tuesday came. I had to wear the Hillgrove PE shirt and an FBT just to get inside. It felt gay. &gt;_&gt; I learned the dance, then went to meet up with the Air Rifle people after that, celebrating with our two birthday boys, Yi Ren and Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday came, this time rehearsed Teacher's Day on the stage. And wow, was it fun. Especially the free style part. Haha. Now that was fun. "Wheee-hooo." Nazirul replaced Shannon for the Freestyle for that rehearsal, and I have to say, it went pretty smoothly. Went home after that, then left home again to meet up with Nadia after their swimming carnival. Talked, hung out, then went home. Haha. Fun time, fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes Thursday. Whoo~ Fourth rehearsal of the day, did it with De'Blaze. Brought home all my books, and f*ck was it heavy. Went to HKCC at 4.30, only to find out that they were having rehearsal in their school. So, I waited, and waited, and fell asleep. I woke up at 5.50 then, when Umi Ecar came. Talked to her about her guinea pig, and 2x2x2 rubix cubes, then the others arrived. Had rehearsal from 6.30 then all the way to 8.55. My feet hurt. And tomorrow's the big day. Three choreographies to remember, and seven performances to do. Alright, let's do this. Oh, yeah. Performances for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day: (x2 each)&lt;br /&gt;E-14&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle with Shannon and Darrien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening:&lt;br /&gt;Children Society Performance at Furama Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5295589644883418207?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5295589644883418207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5295589644883418207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5295589644883418207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5295589644883418207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1868230899993367442</id><published>2008-08-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:41:44.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0KRzULXI/AAAAAAAAADA/tEUe976ovmk/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0KRzULXI/AAAAAAAAADA/tEUe976ovmk/s320/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234717861814218098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few things.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MAYBELLINE FOR THE BEANIE! ME LOVEY! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0Kg3MweI/AAAAAAAAADI/AbHR8m0655E/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0Kg3MweI/AAAAAAAAADI/AbHR8m0655E/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234717865857040866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0Kq4rG-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0U2RTC1Fomw/s1600-h/DSC01427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0Kq4rG-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0U2RTC1Fomw/s320/DSC01427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234717868547578850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Hmm... Past few days' updates? I was able to illegally get inside Hillgrove Secondary School by wearing their PE shirt. (LOL). Had dance training with De'blaze. We have two new guys since our last performance. Idzwan (i think) and Gan. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to another complain, the top 5 of the NCC had to go through interview and thanks to it, there were a few changes. Yuen Kai got pulled out once more, replaced by Yi Wei. (Hint, hint). Jeremy Yeo took over Keneth as for the ASM position, making Keneth PC again. Yuen Kai instead became Drill Instructor, Yu Run as the Admin and Bin Xi as the Chief PTI. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the updates for now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1868230899993367442?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1868230899993367442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1868230899993367442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1868230899993367442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1868230899993367442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/08/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SKV0KRzULXI/AAAAAAAAADA/tEUe976ovmk/s72-c/DSC00642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6729335970565289292</id><published>2008-08-10T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:51:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back... Again.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from East Coast after having stayed there overnight. And damn I'm tired. I didn't even sleep! We left home at about 12.15 pm and headed to East Coast park, where we met up with friends and started hanging out. Nothing much, except the ghost stories I shared, the game of murderer, the walk from Bedok Jetty all the way to the McDonald at the center of East Coast and back. And damn were we tired. As if that was not enough, he walked from Bedok Jetty to the other direction too. And that was 3.30 am in the morning. Went back to campsite about 15 minutes later and took a break. Klevyn and John went fishing while the rest of us rested in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED NDP'08. Damn. Not only did I miss seeing Jolyn and Si Wei marching in the GB contingent, I also missed seeing the Sec 1s and 2s performing on live TV! What a pity. I was looking forward to it too, but never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reports on what has been happening the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final five has finally been released, and it was more or less the same results, except that Keneth took over Yi Wei for the ASM, Jeremy replaced Yi Wen, and Yuen Kai replaced Show Chan. That's all for NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Mummy 3 with Rooftop gang on Friday. And was it funny. The Yetis were awesome, but the funniest part of the movie was when Wei Ting was sleeping when the Yetis came out. Man, you should have seen his face. Mummy 3. Hmm, nice movie. A little too short, but it was nice. Up to expectations, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been smsing someone the past few days, but the certain someone has been too lazy to reply. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. ^o^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from now on, since a lot of people are complaining I haven't been updating too much, I'll be trying to post every single day... MWAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.  ,,\/, ^o^ ,\/,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6729335970565289292?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6729335970565289292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6729335970565289292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6729335970565289292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6729335970565289292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-back-again.html' title='And I&apos;m back... Again.'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6977073531428618916</id><published>2008-07-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:49:52.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back, again~</title><content type='html'>19th July, 1992. I turned 16. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can watch NC 16 movies! More movie choices = More fun! Whee~ Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, though, this isn't what I expected for a 'sweet' sixteen. For one, from 17 July to 22 July, I was unable to get online due to some internet problems. And it was damn boring at home. Still, I managed to get myself a time-table for the day, but none of them had the word 'celebrate' on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, at 11 am. I met up with The Unknown for our rehearsal and got annoyed already. They were the ones who kept on repeating and reminding me to come at 11 am. Let's see what time they arrived. Atiqah arrived at 11.30, Nazirul arrived at 11.40, and Hafeez arrived at 12 pm. No, I was not pissed cause I was waiting for them, but I was pissed because they made me wait for them. For one, it was my birthday, I expected at least a little more respect from them. Two, the auditions was coming. Could they at least be more urgent? And three, I sacrificed my first rehearsal with a new dance group which I was invited to join into by Zee (if I spelled his name correctly) and that particular dance group was participating in the Suntec Dance Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rehearsed after that from 12.30 pm at some lonely place till 4 pm. During the rehearsal, I saw her, and as expected, I was not even given a single glance. I saw her sister first, though, and I was pretty surprised how alike they actually looked. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on, I left the rehearsal at 4 pm and made my way to COSBT, invited there by Veronica. Blah, blah, blah. Participated in the service. Said hi to Maybel and the others. Got birthday wishes. Saw that chio girl once more. Went to eat at Beauty World roof after that. Was surprised by a birthday cake from Kairos (THANKS SO MUCH!). Ate pineapple rice without pineapple (lol). Drank drinks from the wrong store. Got a free mango ice kachang from the auntie. Yada, yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost teared at the cake part. I mean, I didn't expect that I'd still actually celebrate my birthday. True, it was not that much of a celebration. But it was close enough, ya? What was even more touching was that most of Kairos did not even know me, and yet they sang me a birthday song. How awesome is that?! Anyway, boarded the bus with Alan and Jacelyn afterwards and we bombarded her with pick-up lines and she blushed until her lips were no longer visible. xD That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's move on to my birthday list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A 4G Memory Card for PSP (1 will be enough. More will be appreciated, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- A new pair of sneakers, black and white designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A black hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;- A white hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of black pants.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of fingerless gloves.&lt;br /&gt;- An awesome cap.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of black sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;- A 4GB Mp3 (Wow)&lt;br /&gt;- A necklace with flame design.&lt;br /&gt;- A ring with flame design.&lt;br /&gt;- A black tie.&lt;br /&gt;- A headset earphones. (the one worn over the head)&lt;br /&gt;- A new air rifle glove&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of air rifle shoes&lt;br /&gt;- The girl of my dreams (... Oh yeah, best present ever.)&lt;br /&gt;- A belt, black preferably. No studs, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Skull Cap&lt;br /&gt;- Loose shirts&lt;br /&gt;- Long shorts (past the knee, please)&lt;br /&gt;- Socks (YES! I NEED SOCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... One only? Anyway, these are the presents I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A keychain of a black guitar with my chinese name engraved on it. (Thanks, Pei San!)&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of sneakers with black and white design. (Thanks, dad.)&lt;br /&gt;- A new phone with SingTel student plan. (FREE UNLIMITED SMS TO SINGTEL PEOPLE!)&lt;br /&gt;- An awesome drawing from Kami and Nick (Thanks, you two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah. Sigh. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of the five appointment holders in NCC LAND! WHEEE! I was pretty surprised, despite the number of times people told me I'd get it. After all, my batch had a LOT of potential people.  I didn't expect to actually get inside, much less be the first name to be called out. Anyway, here is the list of appointment holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Zhen Lin - USM&lt;br /&gt;Neo Yi Wei - ASM&lt;br /&gt;Chang Show Chan - PC&lt;br /&gt;Keneth Tan - PC&lt;br /&gt;Louisse Bragais - PC (Most likely Part A~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the auditions today. And I have to say, we did a pretty good job. Now, to do a better one next week. And with my other dance group too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to a topic I wanna touch on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QJ&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey i read yr blog, so do not anyhow criticize&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;blog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definition:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts  published on a Web page; also called &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Weblog"&gt;Weblog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Web%20log"&gt;Web log&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stress on personal. PERSONAL. My words and my choice. Freedom of words and freedom of choice. If you don't like what I say on my blog, suck it up, cause it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my first time blog b1tching. Seems fun. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-6977073531428618916?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/6977073531428618916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=6977073531428618916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6977073531428618916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/6977073531428618916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-im-back-again.html' title='And I&apos;m back, again~'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-1932592991981103663</id><published>2008-07-07T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:00:16.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I realise my birthday is coming soon. Yes, I realise. So, for all those people who actually read my blog and is wondering what to get me, here is a list of what I want. In no particular order save when it comes to mind. Yeah, I'm freetyping again. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A 4G Memory Card for PSP (1 will be enough. More will be appreciated, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;- A new pair of sneakers, black and white designs.&lt;br /&gt;- A black hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;- A white hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of black pants.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of fingerless gloves.&lt;br /&gt;- An awesome cap.&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of black sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;- A 4GB Mp3 (Wow)&lt;br /&gt;- A necklace with flame design.&lt;br /&gt;- A ring with flame design.&lt;br /&gt;- A black tie.&lt;br /&gt;- A headset earphones. (the one worn over the head)&lt;br /&gt;- A new air rifle glove&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of air rifle shoes&lt;br /&gt;- The girl of my dreams (... Oh yeah, best present ever.)&lt;br /&gt;- A belt, black preferably. No studs, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Skull Cap&lt;br /&gt;- Loose shirts&lt;br /&gt;- Long shorts (past the knee, please)&lt;br /&gt;- Socks (YES! I NEED SOCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ More to come ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-1932592991981103663?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/1932592991981103663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=1932592991981103663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1932592991981103663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/1932592991981103663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8078696622643114236</id><published>2008-07-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:06:45.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates~</title><content type='html'>And I'm back here again, with more updates and rants about everything and nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, HI WEI XIN! Heheh. Happy now? Finally, I posted and you have something to read, though knowing you, I don't think this entertainment will last long. Heh. Hmm... Wei Xin. A girl I met at the Scrabble Finals last year. Played against her teammate during our fourth round as she fought against Shaun. And we were having more fun than competing. Asked for her number after that, took a picture, talked, got closer and soon formed a scandal (Surprised?). It lasted only for a while, though, as she SUDDENLY stopped talking to me. &gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Started talking to her again recently. Hugs? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Air Rifle Competition. Tuesday, B Boys. Wednesday, B and C girls. Thursday, A and C boys. Let me take this one by one. B Boys. I was the first detail shooter. Of course, that was NCC Day too, so went to school in NCC uniform and once NCC day was over, chiong all the way to the bathroom and quickly changed, only to find out that the bus was late. Annoying. And it was a bus too. There was only me, Derrick, Qi Jie, Mr Loo, the rifles and the suits. Why the hell did we need a bus? What size was the bus? Well, your average single-door bus. About... 20 seats? I slept on the back seats. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First detail shooter, shot beside Hwa Chong Institution and Fajar Sec, both good schools. Mattered not, just shot on my own. Kinda pissed at myself, though. First twenty shots was rushed and I only got 90 and 86 respectively. After that, coach talked to me and asked me to slow down. After that, I pwned like shit. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st set- 10, 9, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9 = 90&lt;br /&gt;2nd set - 8, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 8, 9, 10, 8 = 86&lt;br /&gt;3rd set - 10 , 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9, 9 = 96&lt;br /&gt;4 th set - 9, 9, 10, 9, 9, 10, 9, 9, 9 = 93&lt;br /&gt;5th set - 7, 10, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 9, 9, 9 = 92&lt;br /&gt;6th set - 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 10, 10, 9, 7, 10 = 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total - 552 / 600&lt;br /&gt;Average - 9.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal best. And I was so damn happy. Though, I was not smiling for long when I saw the other two's scores. Derrick got 494 and Qi Jie 489. This is the second time, I swear. Last year, I got 511 and they got 412 and 411 respectively. I need new teammates, seriously. Anyway, for the girls. I went along with them. Wanted to help them and wanted to pon school. xD The girls shot quite good. Florence got 370/400 (9.25 average), Nadiah got 354/400 (8.85 average) and Cherie got 342 / 400 (8.55 average). The C girls score were 365/400 for Chealsea (average 9.125), 346/400 (8.65 average) for Janice, 314/400 for Jia Ying (7.85 average). They shot quite good, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my favourite. C Boys. They shot exceptionally good this time round, though fainled to get anything, but never mind. They impressed me. =D Haziq scored 547/600 (9.116 average), Ivan scored 509/600 (8.483 average) and Suhaimi scored 484/600 (8.06 average). Yes, two of them beat Derrick and Qi Jie and Suhaimi was five marks away from Qi Jie. And the two are supposed to be B Boys. THEY LOST TO C BOYS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Damn. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm excited for next year. Haziq, me and another spot to be competed for. Sounds fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got the same points as Gabriel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pizza Hut in Lot 1 to makan after that, took a whole lot of crappy pictures, which will be uploaded here soon, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a late update, of Pei San's birthday. I was supposed to meet Josh and Jessie at the MRT at... Some time, but I reached there about ten minutes late. Looked around for them and only managed to find a payphone ten minutes later, so I called them, found out where they are, and went to meet them, spurred on by Maybel's sms who told me not to keep them waiting. Reached there, and found out that Maybel was not even there yet. Waited for... Half an hour, maybe more, for her. Met her, look for a present, bought it, then went to Hume Park for the birthday. It was ultimately fun, I guess, though I mostly hung out with Josh and Jessie. Talked shit, sang, teased, ate, took pictures. When Josh and the others left, Jessie and I stayed behind, and found Pei San crying. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforted her, went back to the party, put cake on our faces and took more pictures (I'm turning into a camgigolo... Something Haziq and I invented. A male camwhore). Yeah. Went home with Jessie, only to find Maybel and the others waiting at the bus stop. For half an hour. Wow. Yeah. Had fun that day. Lost all my money. Stayed up till Pei San to wish her a birthday, and got sick the next day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that should be all... Pictures coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8078696622643114236?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8078696622643114236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8078696622643114236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8078696622643114236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8078696622643114236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates~'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5978551016317525887</id><published>2008-06-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:11:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost post</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Life's been messy since my last post. Getting scolded every lesson, then dancing after school. And just came back from Pei San's birthday party today. CAKE FACED PEOPLE RAWK! ... Ahem, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to her again yesterday and I only have one thing to say. Smooth move, Louisse. Dumbass me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated! Augest 29th, I have a performance. It's a dance competition. Details will be posted once I get them. If you can, please support me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Pei San.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Air-Rifle Shooters.&lt;br /&gt;Take care in USA, Yi Ren.&lt;br /&gt;And peace to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5978551016317525887?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5978551016317525887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5978551016317525887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5978551016317525887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5978551016317525887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-lost-post.html' title='Long lost post'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5576891738063438186</id><published>2008-06-13T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:30:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errors</title><content type='html'>I notice that I've been having a lot of errors lately. No, not just spelling errors, but information errors as well. And I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type like I talk.&lt;br /&gt;And I talk before I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially bout the bbq.. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5576891738063438186?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5576891738063438186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5576891738063438186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5576891738063438186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5576891738063438186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/06/errors.html' title='Errors'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-9072041852876692561</id><published>2008-06-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:16:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days gap</title><content type='html'>Among the six days since I last posted, three stood out. And I'm gonna explain them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Irah called me out to hang out with her cause she just broke up with her boyfriend. Of course, I couldn't say no, so I went to where she said she would meet me at. Clementi MRT at 3. And I went there at 3 o'clock exact... I waited there, calling them with payphones and using up my remaining 60 cents doing so. Waited till 4, and then Sara came. She then brought me to Irah's block there and we waited awkwardly till 4.30. And finally, she came. Talked to her for a moment, then we went off to Vivo, where we ate at this Japanese/Korean place. They ate ramen and drank chocolate while I sat there staring. Sucks being broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went up to E-Zone and watched Sara and Irah race. Once more, I did nothing but stare. Yeah. Then went to some place at the Sky Park after that. Sat down, took some pictures and waited for Haiqhal. After that, we went to Starbucks. Irah and Haiqhal went to go buy drinks and Sara went home after that cause her cousin was sick. Oh, and I realise now why she went so quiet after Haiqhal came. When she left, we started talking about what Irah should do about Suffi. Talked, and talked, and finally came to a decision. She called him after that to confront him and she found out that her ex-boyfriend was actually ruining their relationship... I think. She cried after that. Accompanied her as she did, then followed her home on the bus. Reached there at 11 plus, walked her home, before walking home with Haiqhal. Reached home at midnight, got into a quarrel with my parents and got grounded. For the whole holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Was supposed to meet Frieda and the others at 9 o'clock at Jurong MRT so I woke up at 8, after sleeping at 6.30, laptopping the whole night. I don't know what happened, though. Next thing I knew, I was waking up... Again. At exactly nine o'clock. (Yes. "Oh, shit.") Got off the bed. Called my parents. Apologised and asked for permission to leave. Once I did, I quickly bathed and went off. Reached Jurong MRT at 10 and met them there. Yup. Apologised to them too, then got on the MRT with them, where we started laughing at Ying Shan. More than half the journey, we were laughing more than we were talking. Nyways, went to Sentosa with them. Played at the beach. Borrowed KC's shorts and swam. Had fun. Buried him in sand. Lit up his ckae. Cut it into half. Took one half and smashed it onto each other's face. The other half was left uneaten till later on. Heheh. I smashed the cake onto Frieda's and Hui Lin's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam some more after that. Met up with Alan. 2 o'clock, I went to get myself cleaned up and planned to go to Yew Tee to meet up with DBV, but got delayed. In the end, I followed them back to Vivo and ate there. I didn't really eat. Just got treated mango shake by KC, then ate what remained of the cake. Nyway, went off with Ying Shan and went to Orchard to meet up with DBV. 4.45, arrived at Cathay. Looked for them in every shop. 5.00, went to Scape and looked for them there. Pai she moment = I had to ask a girl about my age, who was a stranger, for a phone to sms Syafiq. And Syafiq replied to her so she looked for me after that just to show me the reply. Thanked her again. Waited till 5.45, when I finally met Ezzaty and Fid. Waited with them for the others, then finally met up with them. Rehearsed till about 7, then waited and waited until 8+, before we performed. Awesome performance, btw. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that with Ezzaty, Noi and Fid. It was this part that got me thinking, when they were talking in the bus while I stood there behind them, having no choice but to listen to my PSP's songs just to entertain myself... Am I really in DBV? Well, I am a member of them officially, but I sometimes don't feel like it. Everytime we're together, the only person who talkts to me is Syafiq, and they talk to him more than they talk to me. Add that to me being the only BBSSian and one of the two non-malay, I feel kinda left out. No one, other than Syafiq, really talks to me and when I do go and talk to them, it doesn't last for more than a minute, maybe half. They walk away to have a longer conversation with the others after that. I may be a DBVian, but I don't feel like one... Kami said it takes time, but still... Yeah. Ezzaty doesn't talk to me so much now, either. As if she's ignoring me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Went for Styles From Beyond Hip Hop Dance Workshop with Syafiq. It was awesome! Representing DBV. Heh. We learned a few moves in popping, LA hip hop, krumping and b-boying. My favourite members from SFB were the guys in blue and purple. Hahah. Finally, I know how to do b-boy footwork. Oh yeah. Had a little game with Syafiq. There was this cute girl at the workshop. We played a bet. Whoever got her number first would win $2.50 from the other. Danced till 7, then went off back home. Reached home. Watched Narnia, the Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe with Courtney. Was alone at home till 10 o'clock. Yeah. Fun but tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-9072041852876692561?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/9072041852876692561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=9072041852876692561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/9072041852876692561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/9072041852876692561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-days-gap.html' title='6 days gap'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-5021078486886388494</id><published>2008-06-02T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:18:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.... Boring. &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's been so long since I posted anything here... Or at least, it seems long to me. Anyway, to the latest BIG event. Camelot CCA Leadership Camp. In short, CCCALC... Doesn't seem shorter. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, wasn't as exciting as YLA (Which ultimately rocks!), but it was fun enough, especially the kayaking part. Start from Day 1, though. Slept in the bus on the way there. Show Chan and I completely used up the back few seats, the bags in the center and our legs at the windows. Heads over the bags, of course. Nyways... There was this funny part where we were reaching. My leg was on the floor and I couldn't sleep cause it kept in moving everytime the bus turned or stopped, so I lifted it up. Show Chan's leg was getting numb, so he put it down on the floor. Just two minutes later, then, the bus suddenly stopped. Of course, Show Chan stopped himself from falling. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat there on the floor, laughing and laughing, with the cap over my face. That felt awesome, though. Hahaha. Day 1. Arrival. Put our bags down and had some ice-breaking games. Most awesome one? Egg-Chicken-Eagle-Plane. Daniel was the first guy to pass, and I was the second. I guess I'm lucky in rock-paper-scissors? Heh. Nyway, most funniest part was Yuen Kai. He kept on changing from egg to chicken, then back to egg. Makes you wonder which one came first. Egg or chicken. He kept on making this funny sounds like 'Argh!', and 'Hah! Loser!', then after that 'What the hell? Egg again!'. He never finished the game. The rest of the day? Lectures, rock-climbing and so on and so forth. Oh, and the awesome outdoor cooking. I was the Fire IC... FLAME ON! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping was fun. There were a whole lot of planes. And one went so specially low we could see the windows on the side of the plane. The sound was so loud too. Couldnt sleep till 2 am. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. KAYAKING! Was supposed to partner up with Show Chan, but they said that mixed were encouraged. Partnered up with Afifah instead. (Sorry SC, heh). Was fun. Kinda tiring. We were always the first Wanderer to reach the checkpoints. Hah. Didn't make the full distance, though, but it was tiring enough. We stopped somewhere at East Coast, maybe 3-4 kms in? Ate lunch, drank awesome mango juice and not forgetting the troublesome deed of having to clean up the shoes. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaked back. Lightning came. Beached up. Played an awesome game of Simon Says in the shelter, then proceeded to play in the rain after that. It was so damn cold. Yeah. Nyways, we kayaked back, but this time, we took the Gemini. Awesome boat. Slow, but easy to control. Easier than Wanderer, at least. Rock wall was funny part. Everyone kept getting sucked towards the rock wall. Reached the camp, beached up, kept everything, bathed and then got dinner. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had night walk after that. Now THIS was awesome. The place reminded me of home and it relaxed me. Though, I have to admit, the girls are SO damn slow. I caught up with Chang Yen and Joyce. Kinda creepy, though, seeing two girls in front, both wearing black and long hair, holding hands. Took me a while to realise it was them. Walked past them, said good luck, before continuing onwards. There were two dogs there, most likely chained. I did hear chains, after all. Saw Ahmad, who asked me to continue on. Went on, met with Georgina and Mr Mazlee, then sat there, waiting. Waited for everyone, then came the ghost stories. Best one ever? Mimi. I'll tell you bout it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, walked back, went to sleep and woke up. Packed up, went down, had our debrief. Ahmad caught Feilicia hitting me after I teased her about FF7 CC. Wonder how she'd react once she finds out I lost my memory card (games and saved files)... I'm dead. &gt;_&gt; NYWAYS, went to play some blind mice game onwards, then went around asking which piece of clothing we wore best represented us. "I choose my cap cause like a cap, be it rain or shine, I'll always be there helping and protecting those I care for." ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home soon after, slept once more in the bus, went to KFC, ate, went home with Yuen Kai, yadah yadah yadah. Overall? It was fun. Next few days came slowly after that. Watched Narnia yesterday. It was awesome, but lacked the... Special feeling. Especially the part when King Peter and Caspius met. The others simply stared. I expected there to be a grand celebration, but nooo. They just stared, as if they were a common view when the last time they were seen was 1300 years ago. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few corny lines between Susan and the Prince. Made me laugh, really. &gt;_&gt;. Oh yeah, I lsot my PSP's 4GB memory card, which contained my games (Something that can be replaced) and my saved files (Something that can be replaced... In 6 months). GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with DBV today at 12 am. Handed over my birth cert to register for some competition. Then decided on the barbeque details. East Coast Park, 13th June, 5 pm. BBQ Pit to be decided. I still gotta book it. Stayed with Syafiq in BB MRT until 3+, where we met this cute girl named Whorule. The name was so awesome. Who-rule. Wonder how the parents came up with that name? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm tired after two hours of freestyling in my own room... I'm sweating so much I can't even do a simple freeze. So... Yeah, peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5021078486886388494?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5021078486886388494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5021078486886388494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5021078486886388494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5021078486886388494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring.html' title='.... Boring. &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4308640187212432217</id><published>2008-05-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:30:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed from Alia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Name the 20 people you can think of right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't read the question till you named20 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;At the end of this,choose 5 people to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Randomly it shall be named(1girl,1boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.Yuen Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.Ezzaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.Yi Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.Noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.Zhen Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.Rafidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.Sachin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.Alia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11.Keneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12.Maybelline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13.Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15.Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16.Amiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17.Yi Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18.Feilicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19.Yogesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20.Xin Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How do you met 14?&lt;br /&gt;At school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What will you do if you dun meet 1?&lt;br /&gt;Get damn bored. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;... They don't even know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will 6 and 7 date?&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Describe 3&lt;br /&gt;Edgy, yet loyal to the end. Great friend, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Is 8 attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Describe 7&lt;br /&gt;Tall, big, dark. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Know of any 12's family member?&lt;br /&gt;I talk to her mom about twice already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What will you do if 18 broke up?&lt;br /&gt;Keep her company, and then try to get them back together. Yes, I know who. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What languange does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;English, Malay... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;No one that I know of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How old is 16?&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.When was the last time spoke to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who is 2 fave singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;I... Have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Will you ever like 4?&lt;br /&gt;She already has a boyfriend. =_=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Will you ever date with 1?&lt;br /&gt;... I ain't gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Is 19 single?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What's the school of 3?&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok Secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Where do 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok, Keming area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Favourite thing abt 5?&lt;br /&gt;Our common CCA. NCC LAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sabotage 5 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Janna, Joyce, Courtney, Janine, Veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4308640187212432217?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4308640187212432217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4308640187212432217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4308640187212432217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4308640187212432217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/passed-from-alia.html' title='Passed from Alia'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4196081007980773504</id><published>2008-05-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:57:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the video~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjqZ1Mqmbn8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjqZ1Mqmbn8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Ezzaty's mom~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4196081007980773504?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4196081007980773504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4196081007980773504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4196081007980773504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4196081007980773504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-video.html' title='Got the video~'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4840147705794994633</id><published>2008-05-25T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:00:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'De'Blaze'</title><content type='html'>And we did it! Heh. De'Blaze. We totally rocked on stage yesterday! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in order of personal appearance (Solo pics); Ima, Mallie, Rafidah, Ezzaty, Eqa (our instructor), me, Syafiq, Noi, Mus and Evon. (There's two missing people, though) Thanks for letting me dance with all of you all! It was an awesome experience to be on stage again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, I'm trying to get a video of the performance, so till then, only those who were there would know how we performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you gals and guy rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4840147705794994633?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4840147705794994633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4840147705794994633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4840147705794994633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4840147705794994633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/deblaze.html' title='&apos;De&apos;Blaze&apos;'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-6995891019329282295</id><published>2008-05-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:40:48.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/SDhRPtEO14I/AAAAAAAAACE/C3him-Mj1l8/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Chinese lesson, Chia Lek Kee was absent once more (YES!). Geography, kinda messed up. Got scolded for not bringing both file and workbook. Pretty messed up, yeah. Maths? I got annoyed. I was not sleeping, damn it. I was staring at the formulae, trying to find a way to remember them, and then, teacher said I was sleeping. Irritating, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, everything was a breeze... Sort of. Right after spring cleaning, I have no idea what the hell happened and my whole face started to itch and grow rashes. Scratching and scratching and burning and burning. Damn, did it hurt. Had to force myself to sleep to stop scratching. Lasted for thirty minutes, before getting called down for NCC Carpark Duty. Was pretty ok, until this stupid biatch thought she was a great driver. She parked facing the wrong way and when Yuen Kai told her to turn her car around, she smashed the door in front of him. And as she was turning around, a few of us tried to direct her. Her sentence: "Will you please get away from the back of my car? You all like bowling pins like that, waiting to get knocked down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked the others to step back and continued to direct her. Then, she give me this shitface and talked to me again, "Can you please stop directing me? I know how to drive! Just go away, and I'll be happy." I simply stepped back. What else was I to do? I was in uniform. Annoying biatch. Oh, and by the way, her car was slanted when she parked, her wheels were turned. Let's not forget her taking an umbrella for just a 25m walk. Honestly... Yuen Kai purposely sneezed on her car. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and talked to Yong Ren. Supposed to be a lecture, but I had a little bit of fun out of it. And frustration too. He put me on duty when I was already in NCC duty. And my wavering dedication towards Prefect is not a secret. Here's a little extract from the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YR: "Why didn't you see the board?"&lt;br /&gt;Louisse: "I forgot?"&lt;br /&gt;YR: "You call yourself a student leader?"&lt;br /&gt;Louisse: (In my mind) "Yes, and I don't need to be a prefect to be a student leader, F.Y.I."&lt;br /&gt;YR: "You better come for your work review."&lt;br /&gt;Louisse: "I know, I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left duty at 6.30 and rushed home after that. Got changed quickly, then rushed off again, this time to HKCC, where I met up with De'Blaze and started to rehearse for our first performance tomorrow. And it was just last night that they asked me to join. Wow. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty easy, though. Got to see a few friends again; Ezzaty, Noi, Rafidah. One of the first two male members of De'Blaze? O.o Yeah, surprised me too. Rehearsed from 7.30 to 9.30, which is actually quite short. Pretty awesome, ya? Nyways, those who want to watch, it's at 7 pm tomorrow, at Suntec City. Not exactly sure when, but it won't be that hard to miss. Do come and support us, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks, though. Being the only BBSSian in De'Blaze. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, that's all I gotta say for now. I'll update again tomorrow on the performance, so till then, peace out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-5603955601820018286?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/5603955601820018286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=5603955601820018286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5603955601820018286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/5603955601820018286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/blazed-and-deblaze.html' title='Blazed and De&apos;Blaze'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-8477254462067565811</id><published>2008-05-22T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:41:59.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown?</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Second post of the blog. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got moved forward to Yogesh' place yesterday. Now, I can't really be doing any stuff behind that I shouldn't be doing. And to stop anyone from getting the wrong ideas, I mean playing my PSP, using my phone, and whatever. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wouldn't be so bad. At least now I won't get distracted so easily. Still, I'm so sleepy. I miss YLAC, damn it. Only slept 4 hours for the whole camp and now, I'm so tired I'm sleeping in class. Let's not forget that I keep on playing PSP till as late as 1 am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got plans on Saturday. Can't wait. De'Blaze, huh? This wouldn't be the first time I'll be seeing Ezatty dance, but it will be for the others. Honestly, why can't the lousy days go faster and the fun days go slower? It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing great really happened at school. Just that we had a pretty fun time clapping for people during the faculty meeting and calling out random people's names. Oh, and we danced 'All For One', YLA-style, during maths. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Centurions OY~!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Centurions OY~!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's up?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Centurions OY~!"&lt;br /&gt;"ALMIGHTY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah, I miss the camp. &gt;o&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. The Urban Scholars met up today after school and we discussed a few things. For example, songs to use for our next performance, a new group name and when to meet. We pretty much have the songs. Now, I just have to remix. Oh, and the group decided to take up the mysterious approach and call ourselves The Unknown. FreeStreet still sounds nicer, though. &gt;_&gt; And lastly, there's no rehearsal during the holidays, so enjoy! We're going to have to just do everything when school reopen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-8477254462067565811?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/8477254462067565811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=8477254462067565811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8477254462067565811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/8477254462067565811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/unknown.html' title='The Unknown?'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393501893056332043.post-4090920952897271601</id><published>2008-05-20T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:44:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening!</title><content type='html'>20 May 2008, 8.45 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is finally open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3393501893056332043-4090920952897271601?l=danceprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/feeds/4090920952897271601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3393501893056332043&amp;postID=4090920952897271601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4090920952897271601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3393501893056332043/posts/default/4090920952897271601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceprodigy.blogspot.com/2008/05/opening.html' title='Opening!'/><author><name>Flouwheezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01934637996245424520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNH3hpd01_w/StsxHxtOhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZJJHcDfakTY/S220/DSC00604.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
