<?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-4413067725102016494</id><updated>2011-10-18T15:23:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance, dance.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7136698892550102280</id><published>2011-10-18T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:23:09.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I will definitely gain weight if i continue this lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao! I need to go out and take a breather. Truth be told I may have finally adapted to this full-time life at Cotton On but I still wished for more personal time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped my life to be easier. So Im choosy over who I should win over. To some, they want to win me. But you can never have the best of both worlds. It's getting greedy. Life continues for people who are not satisfied with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should make mine more fruitful. At least I wont regret when I get old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7136698892550102280?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7136698892550102280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-will-definitely-gain-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7136698892550102280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7136698892550102280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-will-definitely-gain-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6239031446565780205</id><published>2011-10-14T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:41:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoooooozzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6239031446565780205?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6239031446565780205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/yoooooozzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6239031446565780205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6239031446565780205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/yoooooozzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-974594594535831014</id><published>2011-10-10T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:47:38.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got woken up by the thunder and a fat dog. Seriously it was LOUD! But I still managed to catch another 2 hours sleep. So here I am, telling you why I'm getting excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so long dumbboy is asking for us to have a date at the Botanic Gardens for a picnic! HAHA. It's gna be lame and boring but omg, I mentioned I wanted a picnic long ago and he used to brush me off but this time it's for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as tho he's gna ask me to marry him. HAHAHAHA. I wonder what food he's going to bring. I figured I'm just going to go there prettily and let him take charge of what to eat and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it turns out fine! And... can we picnic there anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-974594594535831014?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/974594594535831014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-excited-got-woken-up-by-thunder-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/974594594535831014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/974594594535831014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-excited-got-woken-up-by-thunder-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-9177053882827288377</id><published>2011-10-06T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:36:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still coughing like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me? PMS is climbing over my head but I'm glad I only bleed for 3 days. 5days tops. HAHA. So I should be getting happier after this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough I haven't been clubbing much. Good too. Spending lesser means more money in $$. But I want to shake off all the unused energy in my body. How can I do it? Without all the running... and sit-ups crap. I'm too lazy to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should ask for more morning shifts. So I would have the chance to carry heavy cartons and move around for at least 2 hours. But it won't help... if I'm still eating maggie for breakfast AND supper? HAHA. Crazzzeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-9177053882827288377?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9177053882827288377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-coughing-like-crazy-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9177053882827288377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9177053882827288377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-coughing-like-crazy-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1968325183552319318</id><published>2011-09-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:01:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a blue moon I would like to..</title><content type='html'>Life has been hectic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine the difference between four months ago and now. It just seemed that everyone has grown up. Sadly enough, I don't really like it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could I expect? We're no longer living in our parents' shadows. Sooner or later, we will be the parent and we won't want to see our kids behaving like what we are now. There shouldn't be anymore monkeys running around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have too many complaints everyday. Why can't everybody just sit back and relax? Why are you all so demanding? So hard to satisfy. So mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I really wished I could die at the age of 35. No worries.. die young and pretty. Who would cry at my funeral? Who would not attend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.. this is life? Then I don't want to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1968325183552319318?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1968325183552319318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/09/once-in-blue-moon-i-would-like-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1968325183552319318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1968325183552319318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/09/once-in-blue-moon-i-would-like-to.html' title='Once in a blue moon I would like to..'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3005155632072675210</id><published>2011-08-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:37:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought I should start blogging again since I wouldn't have much time left. As if I'm dying soon but yeah, it's sort of like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read through a few of my post since may and realized, boy I'm whiny! Haha. Guess I've grown pretty much these few months. Firstly, I let go of things. I've forgiven myself for forgiven you. And yup, I'm happier the way I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made commitments. It's starting this week. Full time at my work place surely not easy aaahh. Kinda feel the stress but truth be told, I'm not holding too much hope into it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be transferred to Tampines so people(girls) yeah, who wants to get some cheap and lousy shoes may come to tampines mall to look for me! ;D no discount but I will give you my uutmost best service manz! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrrrrright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Seriously. I've changed so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it feels good to be me now. Except for the 'size' part. Hurrrrrrrh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3005155632072675210?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3005155632072675210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-i-should-start-blogging-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3005155632072675210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3005155632072675210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-i-should-start-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5456649376748758724</id><published>2011-05-28T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:54:56.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just scared to realize that I can actually live without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5456649376748758724?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5456649376748758724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-im-just-scared-to-realize-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5456649376748758724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5456649376748758724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-im-just-scared-to-realize-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2696597784332780260</id><published>2011-05-25T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:46:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was never a time I thought I could live without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I depend so much on you. I stick around you. But sometimes, I can't even feel my existence when I'm walking right beside you. I'm like an extra character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sucks to be like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten about you even when I'm in school with tons of friends. I've never forgotten about you even when I'm working so hard at work. I've never forgotten about you even when you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me? Why am I always the one feeling so nostalgic about this relationship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, maybe what you said was true. I love racking up the past. Because all of those screamed right in my face that I was around and how much you've forgotten about me. Maybe it's true that I love seeking attention. Maybe i just want to feel some existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of realizing it when it came to an end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never existed in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2696597784332780260?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2696597784332780260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-was-never-time-i-thought-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2696597784332780260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2696597784332780260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-was-never-time-i-thought-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6051444075594694495</id><published>2011-05-23T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T03:04:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty third of May, Two thousand Eleven.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. I can't help but want to write some things out of my mind otherwise I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. To think I used to spend so much time creating this space and yet I forgot about it so easily for the past 7 months? Oh dearrrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, anyway. I was wrong. Since the beginning of time, I have been wrong with all the decisions I've made. I don't want to be unhappy. All I ever wanted, or needed was to feel loved. I want to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family couldn't give me that feeling. They have their own stuff to be busy with. They have their own life. My friends? They have their troubles to worry too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I get mine? Isn't it about time already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishing and dreaming that one day you'd enter the army and I'll be right out here waiting every friday night for your bookout. It's coming. Yeah. I was happy. But the thought of only being able to see you such short duration in the next 2 years killed me from inside out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get used to that. I don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you wanted your freedom. How about me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it super duper unfair. I don't know why that virtual seems more important to you than me. I'm alive. I'm by your side. Is that why I got taken for granted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I might be unreasonable. Depriving you from your fun since two years ago and now two years later, I'm still doing the same thing. It's not that I like to rack up the past. It's because they still haunts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we sleep together every night? So what if we have a life to protect and take care of together? So what? I still couldn't feel your presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you got bored. Because I'm boring. I'm always doing the same old things and expect you to do the same. I'm always trying to force my lifestyle into you. From your sleeping habits, to now your daily activities. But all I ever wanted, was to grow up with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you say I haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to accomodate to you but you failed me again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that just living with me = putting in effort into the relationship, then you're wrong. That's not what I asked for. I want to spend quality time. Q U A L I T Y. Not just wasting time doing our own stuff in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I go out with your friends when all you guys ever talk about is things I'm never interested in? Why do you think I want you to go out with my friends and do things you're never interested in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing in common in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't that be nurtured? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm trying to live the life you lived 1 year ago. I'm trying to understand what kind of fun you get from there. But I don't feel it at all. I went, because it's a place where I know you're be there to help me if I fall. Even that, you couldn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was never that important to you as I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could make you give up anything. I thought I could make our relationship into something so invincible no one would doubt us. I thought so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked so hard to try to accomodate but all you do was giving me a cold shoulder and make me feel so useless infront of everybody. It's like.. I can never make you happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never happy with each other. I'm surprised we tried so such a long time so maybe now is really the time to let go. You asked for three months. But I couldn't accept it. You changed so quickly I was afraid I might never get you back three months later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've grown up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything might not be the same. Perhaps we'll see each other 2 years later. When you had enough of your fun and when you finally want to get serious, I'll still be right here, waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, we just have to be heartless and let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6051444075594694495?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6051444075594694495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/twenty-third-of-may-two-thousand-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6051444075594694495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6051444075594694495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2011/05/twenty-third-of-may-two-thousand-eleven.html' title='Twenty third of May, Two thousand Eleven.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-684640449146976505</id><published>2010-11-16T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:25:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I'm finally, really and definitely over you, I shall make new resolutions. I've been thinking back about what I've missed when I was with you and it seems... quite alot. So for starters, I'm going to cut down on my food intake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! It's easier said/type than doing it. But I'm going to try my best. I used to eat with you, sleep with you, then eat with you and then sleep with you. Now, I'm not going to do that. I'm going to have a very normal routine. Sleep at &lt;s&gt;10pm&lt;/s&gt;/2am and wake up at &lt;s&gt;10am&lt;/s&gt;/2pm. Hehe. Four meals a day? Now a nono. I'm going to cut to 3 first. In case I starve to death. Then slowly move to 2 a day. On the way, I'm going to downsize my servings too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently a 55. I aim to get 50 by the end of the year! We shall see if I can accomplish that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips too, a strict no. From today onwards, no more snacks! Until I reach 50, at least. :( I must persevere! I know how tempting hotnspicy chips can be. I will not surrender to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to swimming too. Just that I dont have a proper swimwear and swimming khakis. As you may know, I have a very limited amount of friends. Girlfriends only 2, and one of them will kill than to go to the pool with me! So... I can only rely on myself to create that habit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll look for a job. One that takes me seriously and pays well. Hehe. Need to save for my private cert and wardrobe! I want to have at least a 5k in my POSB always! And get more than 5 digits when I get to 23. It's a saving plan! Yes. So... 23 is about 4 years from now. I'm sure I can do it. Probably by then I'd have found myself a partner to live together for the rest of my life and that money would really come in handy. Whether a car or a flat to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bridal photoshoot in Shanghai, nonetheless. So that's going to cost a lot more. Sigh. So much for dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, after these two years I've came to realize that I really like to plan for the future. I don't want my future to be.... how to say? Cloudy? I need it bright and clear. And that's what he couldn't give me. I thought if I waited, till he finishes his national service, would he be able to settle down but I was wrong. Not about him, it's about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appears I can't take the pain anymore. Maybe, he's out there telling our story and how badly I did. But we know it clearly in us there's no fault in any of us. We just live for what we believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the future be bright! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-684640449146976505?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/684640449146976505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/11/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/684640449146976505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/684640449146976505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/11/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6154872181483672507</id><published>2010-06-14T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:21:48.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me~h boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKBLMM9gnYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKBLMM9gnYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6154872181483672507?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6154872181483672507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-meh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6154872181483672507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6154872181483672507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-meh-boy.html' title='To me~h boy.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2298871501144832642</id><published>2010-05-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:12:08.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a creep.</title><content type='html'>I have to agree when some people say I like to make my own life difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost everything I want! A phone, a laptop, great hair condition(smirks), a puppy at home running, a stupid boyf, my own bed! Seriously? Why am I still so unsatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I can't deny the fact that I still yearn for more love. I want more things in life. I want endless flow of income and greatness! I just want everything to go my way. MY WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that people are willing to tell me what I've been missing out and what I should do to keep my life more in control. I'm glad to know that they know what I'm feeling and why I don't want to make certain decisions. I may not be satisfied enough but right now, is what I need my life to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend that's always abusing me verbally, sometimes physically(LOL). A puppy that bites and scratch me. Crazy phone with limited games, laptop with missing keys and a fugly hair style. But, I like it that way. I don't want things to change. I don't want to leave my comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, aside, I need a better platform to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lame if I complain here and yet the person whom I want her to see this is not taking notice of it at all. Cus she couldn't be bothered in the first place. I'm not that important friend in her life. I'm all at her disposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I couldn't be bothered too. I have greater friends out there and all I need is a few more support from the others to tell you off. I'm not afraid of you or anything else to hurt our current relationship. In the first place, we don't really care about each other anyway. Maybe I should label you as an acquaintance instead of a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a small or no brain at all. Why are things so difficult to understand when they are already put in the simplest terms for you? Why so pretentious? Why the fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one fine day you'll come to be enlightened that all the comments were meant for you instead of the other innocent party. Oh wait, I already told you that! Please stop denying the fact that somebody out here is criticizing you. You're not that perfect. In fact, you're ugly, on the outside as well as the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very black heart. You treat everyone as though they are of lower status than you when you are just a stupid low EQ girl. The reason people are not retorting is because they understand the fact that they still have another few months to spend with you. That they are not ready to sabotage their future just because of you, dumb freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not have the rights to say so much about you. I know that I'm wrong sometimes too. But ya, who cares anyway. I will not hesitate to fight back for the rights I own. I deserve more than you in this and you must get ready to commit into it, because I will make you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't things going on so smoothly for you right now? Holiday, shopping, fun. Leaving all the dirty mess for the ones remaining and thrown everything out of your mind. Whatever seems perfect for you will soon come to change. Because unlike your friends, I'm not that tolerating. I have my limits and they? They are reaching theirs soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2298871501144832642?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2298871501144832642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-creep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2298871501144832642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2298871501144832642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-creep.html' title='I&apos;m a creep.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4625397455159202659</id><published>2010-05-21T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:20:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the desperation!</title><content type='html'>Srsly, I think I'm in debt. A total of $10000. Imagine! How I got into this shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know too. But I have to pay for food, drinks, snacks.. clothes! My hair need treatments too. Nails, face. I want to buy all the clothes I set my eyes on. Then? I need a new wardrobe to fit in all of them. As if not enough, I want prada bags, gucci heels and chanel perfume ): ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I need more money to set up my new shop.  I need printers and sewing machines. Designers, a shop floor.. bloody hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to live in a big house and drive pretty cars like rx8. My house will be themed black and red(I know I've. Mentioned that numerour times but heck). I need a super big bed and bathtub. I'm going to own 2 fat pomerainians, a whole lot of hamsters and one prince garfield.I'll hire 4 maids. One to cook, one to wash, one to take care of my pets and one to give me massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I don't think I have enough money so.......... guess I can only live do with you. Love ya boyfriend! Happy random 1yr 10mnths and 17 days! HAHAHAHAHA!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4625397455159202659?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4625397455159202659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/desperation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4625397455159202659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4625397455159202659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/desperation.html' title='the desperation!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7391032666264997217</id><published>2010-05-18T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:17:25.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog with milestone!</title><content type='html'>Okay! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.......I'm blogging with my new love. Muahahaha. Got this baby for about two weeks already and omg, I guess it really wasnt as bad as I thought. Lolzzzzzzz. Interface is pretty easy and the apps works as much as an iphone! Only thing that I cannot accept is the hold button during calls. Lol. It's right where the ears are and trust me, whenever you hear silence, it's on hold. Don't blame me when I got on hold on the ophone with you okay! Literally, its not my fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, school's quite mean to me recently. They sent two letters in two consecutive weeks. As if my relationship with my dad is not bad enough after the phoning issue. Lame. Not only that, FYP seemed like a disaster. We couldn't het our data, hence we cannot proceed and move on to the most important part of the whole shit. Team members wasn't very cooperative either. Hopefully the talk today can ease some tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I don't want to. Talk about.... work is..... as usual. Haaa, but one thing different is, b got into the cotton on group too!! Yay! Tho we not in same outlet.. but yay! At least we have another thing in common.Heihei! But he also got a job at callate la boca. Pretty slacking and it can take up some time when he don't have shift in tbar. Busy busy! I wanted to join clb. As well, but the shift kinda hard for me. So..... too bad! Maybe if I find cotton on not an option for me when I decide to convert to full time, I might try clb!  Its located at ion! Imagine working with your boyfriend. HAHA! Totally rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hope you guys still remember luffy. LOL. Of Cus still as fluffy as we just bought him. He's bigger now. Just brrought him to his second jab recently and he didn't cry as loud as he did for his first. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7391032666264997217?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7391032666264997217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-with-milestone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7391032666264997217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7391032666264997217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-with-milestone.html' title='blog with milestone!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3320295051759713864</id><published>2010-05-04T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:31:43.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh? How long never blog already ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3320295051759713864?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3320295051759713864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-how-long-never-blog-already-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3320295051759713864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3320295051759713864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-how-long-never-blog-already-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2292781262038567609</id><published>2010-04-15T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:58:53.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W47C</title><content type='html'>Unexpectedly! Class was fun and not at all stressful. Maybe for the first few minutes of the lesson.. My team's really cheery and nice to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to the class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2292781262038567609?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2292781262038567609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/04/w47c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2292781262038567609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2292781262038567609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/04/w47c.html' title='W47C'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7743244848486040581</id><published>2010-04-14T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:52:11.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><content type='html'>Yea. About time i revive this half dead thing. Well! I wasn't gone for long. Nothing much has changed except that I gained a few more pounds. HAHA. And that my 'Enter' key has fallen off my keyboard tooozxz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sianz. Anyway school's starting tmr. Finally the day to begin my last year in this shithole. I've been thinking, these past years really flew by so quickly! It's really hard to believe I'm in my third year and OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution for the beginning of my last year in school:&lt;br /&gt;1. Less Funshion pl0x. (A place where i watch all the english dramas)&lt;br /&gt;2. More questions in class. &lt;br /&gt;3. No partial, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;4. NO LATE TOO, OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last but not least, earn enough money to get a private diploma for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know if I can keep up with my own resolutions. I've never did, in fact. Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayz.. Apart from all these school stuffs, I went out with GAC a couple of times when I went mia on the blog. There's 2 karaoke sessions, swimming in the rain at WWW and some other small small meetings. I've got sunburnt ttm! I'm chaotar-ed and my skin is like coming off now. It itches too. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty crappy too. Mas has been transferred and promoted to JP and our new 2nd in charge is like a crazy bitch, in a good way. LOL. Working with her is fun, lots of laughters and new stuff to learn about. But hell, I sure miss Mas and i hope her new outlet is doing fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for our every-3-months-voucher tho. Tho it's already the 4th month. It's like they're waiting for our sale to grow before giving off free stuff. Petty much. I want to change my work wear as soon as possible! But the thought of the voucher made me thought twice whether to buy or not. Hmpf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe, nevermind. Clothes aside, Luffy is growing bigger and bigger! He's no longer the petite puppy we brought home 1-2 months ago. He's been sleeping and eating and wasting like a normal puppy would do. EXcept he gets really rough when he plays. Bites and scratches can be found all over our bodies! HAHA. But it's fine, cus he's still a puppy, not 3 months until this coming Saturday. Puppies tend to bite alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really sweet and kisses us alot, unlike how mnuch my boyf is kissing me. PFFFFFT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess that's all for the update! I'd be sure to post again tmr if class is boring like shit. K! CIAOS PEEEEEEEEEEPOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7743244848486040581?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7743244848486040581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7743244848486040581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7743244848486040581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7598623749055344740</id><published>2010-03-23T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:16:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After almost a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jal6BDyOI/AAAAAAAACPA/A_m6J1Km31Q/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jal6BDyOI/AAAAAAAACPA/A_m6J1Km31Q/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451847693695699170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jalfVbuHI/AAAAAAAACO4/AHAB9dok0yw/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jalfVbuHI/AAAAAAAACO4/AHAB9dok0yw/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451847686533396594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jak2Z3A1I/AAAAAAAACOw/g6ZHwSzTzxU/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jak2Z3A1I/AAAAAAAACOw/g6ZHwSzTzxU/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451847675546108754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7598623749055344740?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7598623749055344740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-almost-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7598623749055344740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7598623749055344740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-almost-week.html' title='After almost a week...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6jal6BDyOI/AAAAAAAACPA/A_m6J1Km31Q/s72-c/IMG_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8941490731274453637</id><published>2010-03-19T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:41:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luffy the boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM72rOEvI/AAAAAAAACOo/wEgvQpqR90k/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM72rOEvI/AAAAAAAACOo/wEgvQpqR90k/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354933965394674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM7bHkQVI/AAAAAAAACOg/zpmjQUjEx-I/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM7bHkQVI/AAAAAAAACOg/zpmjQUjEx-I/s400/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354926568096082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM65XQRbI/AAAAAAAACOY/-P2dnRqptVE/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM65XQRbI/AAAAAAAACOY/-P2dnRqptVE/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354917507089842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM6Bmu1XI/AAAAAAAACOQ/TCh_Av7f8hg/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM6Bmu1XI/AAAAAAAACOQ/TCh_Av7f8hg/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354902539621746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM5ZL_UJI/AAAAAAAACOI/8VrSVAXfmQg/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM5ZL_UJI/AAAAAAAACOI/8VrSVAXfmQg/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450354891690037394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our new family member! HEhehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague introduced to Daddy and so we went to check it out. We fell in love with it instantly! Totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought it home and it peed on my bed. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we named it Luffy! Haha, brainstormed names for the pup on the journey home. Went from Ferrari to Char kway teow. Lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8941490731274453637?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8941490731274453637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/luffy-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8941490731274453637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8941490731274453637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/luffy-boy.html' title='Luffy the boy!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S6OM72rOEvI/AAAAAAAACOo/wEgvQpqR90k/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4460998891204699851</id><published>2010-03-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:27:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe we're just not fated for adoption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4460998891204699851?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4460998891204699851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-were-just-not-fated-for-adoption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4460998891204699851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4460998891204699851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-were-just-not-fated-for-adoption.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1010429371265854821</id><published>2010-03-16T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:24:06.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks, ttm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5-UeSemI7I/AAAAAAAACOA/ZtKHip3QBYI/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5-UeSemI7I/AAAAAAAACOA/ZtKHip3QBYI/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449237322218742706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I've yet to forgot about my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I've forgotten about life. And now that I remembered I had one, it sucked. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1010429371265854821?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1010429371265854821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-sucks-ttm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1010429371265854821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1010429371265854821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-sucks-ttm.html' title='Life sucks, ttm.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5-UeSemI7I/AAAAAAAACOA/ZtKHip3QBYI/s72-c/IMG_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5918656004848769292</id><published>2010-03-08T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:32:48.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcor the new comer!</title><content type='html'>Shit, it's like.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fickleminded. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after much ups and downs, here and there, we found a pup! O EM GEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much about the dog now but to fill up the hole in our hearts and our very loooooong desire of keeping a dog, one of my cousin is going to give hers up and let us take super good care of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it's a rare breed, Brussels Griffon, and now it's super small in size. 3 years with a fucking amazing name, Falcor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. she's half the size of your arm length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, highly anticipating the new arrival! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no pictures on hand of the dog but I do know a thing or two thanks to her, here's one of the image I found on google. SUPER KAWAII LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5UKT-pq3PI/AAAAAAAACN4/mFbdq86uUj0/s1600-h/brussels-griffon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5UKT-pq3PI/AAAAAAAACN4/mFbdq86uUj0/s400/brussels-griffon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446270662726049010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's only coming in next week cus cousin's going to HK. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we don't get bombard by how we treat dogs like substitutes of each other. We truly love dogs. Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5918656004848769292?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5918656004848769292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/falcor-new-comer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5918656004848769292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5918656004848769292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/falcor-new-comer.html' title='Falcor the new comer!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5UKT-pq3PI/AAAAAAAACN4/mFbdq86uUj0/s72-c/brussels-griffon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3412368797586890861</id><published>2010-03-08T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:11:45.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected turn of events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5TLGZ5WnvI/AAAAAAAACNo/1SHnVxj7Gsg/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5TLGZ5WnvI/AAAAAAAACNo/1SHnVxj7Gsg/s400/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446201160288870130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Her name was Kristie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to live in a private estate somewhere in Bukit Batok. Lost her way in the middle of the night and found a refuge in our place. Sadly but also fortunately, we've found her previous owner and she'd be taken away in another 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just about to be used to her! Now we've to give her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless we're getting another one, because of our love for Dogs, this coming Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I still think she prefers to be called Princess/Petals. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Kristie! We'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5TNHdhD1cI/AAAAAAAACNw/kP3OvfuawCk/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5TNHdhD1cI/AAAAAAAACNw/kP3OvfuawCk/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446203377463842242" 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/4413067725102016494-3412368797586890861?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3412368797586890861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected-turn-of-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3412368797586890861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3412368797586890861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected-turn-of-events.html' title='An Unexpected turn of events.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5TLGZ5WnvI/AAAAAAAACNo/1SHnVxj7Gsg/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1250584358653890901</id><published>2010-03-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:13:00.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos of Princess, the dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQmdPJqEI/AAAAAAAACNg/Ep7TSBwRLTc/s200/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503521057777730" border="0" /&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/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQl9Io5nI/AAAAAAAACNY/cHRManqa2YE/s200/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503512440530546" border="0" /&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/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQlXOpb0I/AAAAAAAACNQ/mywIWBV87HI/s200/IMG_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503502265184066" border="0" /&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/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQkzQY9AI/AAAAAAAACNI/_54yR4veYIQ/s200/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503492608816130" border="0" /&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/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQkUH1D2I/AAAAAAAACNA/_qNbinvAOsM/s200/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503484251410274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so we brought her to the doc today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Estimated about 6-7 years in age.&lt;br /&gt;2. Micro chipped.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sterilized.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sore eyes not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;5. NOTHING ELSE IS WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. I'm only abit disappointed with her age. I thought she's a puppy judging by her behaviour! Ha. Ya lah, she fucking lazy that's why we call her Princess. Truth is, she's pretty obstinate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell is going to be her to SPCA/AVA on Monday to search for the owner, thanks for the chip. Not really happy about the news but I'm sure, the owner is missing the dog like fuck. It's too cute to be thrown out of home! Nonetheless, hopefully we can find the owner, hopefully we don't. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog is really amazing. Tho it poops and pee alot in the house, but it usually would give us a warning by seeking our attention with her tongue and smelly breath. Usually it's more like an alarm clock. Waking all of us up in the morning about 7-8am and running around on top of us, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still unsure of its breed. Doc can't give a definite answer so I'm going to continue thinking it's a Westie.. 10% cross bred with Schnauzer. But family thinks more of Maltese. Booyah. She's a little too big for maltese but... we do have a super sized one in the family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok! Enough of dog talk. More about awesome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work has been exhausting. Tho I rested for... like 5 days. LOL. Yesterday is like torturing sia. Climb up climb down, my nails all chipped from moving the shoes, scanning, taping, and then carrying the entire carton. All for nothing ): Sigh, nevermind. Shows that I'm commited to work. Hmpf. Today was much more like any other days. Little customers and bored to the extreme. I almost fell asleep in front of the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I'm meeting Lovely GAC on this coming tuesday! Cycling! Sounds very secondary school but heck! We're picnic-ing too! Hohoho! I'm considering whether to bring the dog too. Hahahah! But nah, XY so timid. But im sure if she goes, she'll definitely have fun! Just sitting in the basket and enjoying the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll most probably just be the three of us. So my god, what food should I prepare huh huh huh? I donnnnnno manzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssssssst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1250584358653890901?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1250584358653890901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-photos-of-princess-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1250584358653890901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1250584358653890901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-photos-of-princess-dog.html' title='More photos of Princess, the dog!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S5JQmdPJqEI/AAAAAAAACNg/Ep7TSBwRLTc/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8910352985665815091</id><published>2010-03-04T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:04:54.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooooof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4-TGaaim7I/AAAAAAAACM4/_DQAA38g2ro/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4-TGaaim7I/AAAAAAAACM4/_DQAA38g2ro/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444732212893359026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppy just arrived at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. Though it's not permanent, it will definitely make my mother TONG BUAY TIAO buy another puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we still dare not confirm what breed it is. It looks like a terrier, but seemed to be crossed breed with a maltese. Maybe a Schnauzer. We don't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now..... Can you guess which is the dog from the above photo? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Did I mention that the puppy loves looking into the mirror? Lol! And she super love to stick to Love. Pfft. But I can't deny the fact that she's cute! Loveeeeeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8910352985665815091?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8910352985665815091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooooooof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8910352985665815091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8910352985665815091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooooooof.html' title='Wooooooof!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4-TGaaim7I/AAAAAAAACM4/_DQAA38g2ro/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3561538449400145083</id><published>2010-03-03T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:16:50.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did Mike die?</title><content type='html'>One says “Did your hear the news – Mike is dead!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wooo, what the hell happened to him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well he was on his way over to my house the other day and when he arrived outside the house he didn’t brake properly and boom – He hit the pavement and the car flips up and he crashed through the sunroof – Went flying through the air and smashed through my upstairs bedroom window.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a horrible way to die!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No no, he survived that, that didn’t kill him at all. So, he’s landed in my upstairs bedroom and he’s all covered in broken glass on the floor. Then, he spots the big old antique wardrobe we have in the room and reaches up for the handle to try to pull himself up. He’s just dragging himself up when bang, this massive wardrobe comes crashing down on top of him, crushing him and breaking most of his bones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a way to go, that’s terrible!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No no, that didn’t kill him he survived that. He managed to get the wardrobe off him and crawls out onto the landing, he tries to pull himself up on the banister but under his weight, the banister breaks and he goes falling down on to the first floor. In mid air, all the broken banister poles spin and fall on him, pinning him to the floor, sticking right through him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now that is the most unfortunate way to go!”"No no, that didn’t kill him, he even survived that. So he’s on the downstairs landing, just beside the kitchen. He crawls in to the kitchen, tries to pull himself up on the cooker, but reached for a big pot of boiling hot water, whoosh, the whole thing came down on him and burned most of his skin off him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man, what a way to go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No no, he survived that, he survived that ! He’s lying on the ground, covered in boiling water and he spots the phone and tries to pull himself up, to call for help, but instead he grabs the light switch and pulls the whole thing off the wall and the water and electricity didn’t mix and so he got electrocuted, wallop, 10,000 volts shot through him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now that is one awful way to go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No no, he survived that, he …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold on now, just how the hell did he die?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shot him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You shot him? What the hell did you shoot him for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was wrecking my f**king house.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3561538449400145083?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3561538449400145083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-mike-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3561538449400145083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3561538449400145083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-mike-die.html' title='How did Mike die?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8444001685120300864</id><published>2010-03-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:15:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckyeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S405howmY0I/AAAAAAAACMw/msM2iHMZsbI/s1600-h/tumblr_kvhkenezJ31qzjq2no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S405howmY0I/AAAAAAAACMw/msM2iHMZsbI/s400/tumblr_kvhkenezJ31qzjq2no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444070774600524610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8444001685120300864?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8444001685120300864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuckyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8444001685120300864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8444001685120300864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuckyeah.html' title='fuckyeah.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S405howmY0I/AAAAAAAACMw/msM2iHMZsbI/s72-c/tumblr_kvhkenezJ31qzjq2no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2382856582250309044</id><published>2010-02-28T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:02:05.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4qP4X8ssXI/AAAAAAAACMo/k16f4RoLAq8/s1600-h/TheWomanWhoStillWantsToMarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4qP4X8ssXI/AAAAAAAACMo/k16f4RoLAq8/s400/TheWomanWhoStillWantsToMarry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443321298294714738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic comedy! You can laugh at every part, I swear. But too bad it ends at episode 16. Why can't it be as long as Temptation of Wife?! Pfft, this is so much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, my point is, I don't want to be an old hag at the age of 34 too. I picture myself already married and happily playing with my two kids. Laughs. Yes, I've got my future all planned out just that... I still don't have what it takes to make them happen. I.E Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.. I'm like 19 now. Prime time of my life in fact. I still got alot of time to think about who I want to be with and where I'd be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and die pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start thinking! In fact, I have to start saving for my wedding and future home. Heh heh. My house is going to be solely designed by me and my spouse. 3 room somewhere in the Middle West of Singapore. Themed Red and Black. A puppy and 3 hamsters. I don't need Television in the house, just a high speed internet and enough supply of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really easy to satisfy. Just the two of us in that small space doing our own things, listening to our common favourite songs, eating snacks and growing old together. How cool! Then by the age of 27, I'll have my first baby. Hopefully a girl to look after the 2nd one, if there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need money for all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, when will you earn enough money for our wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.... Anyway I'm totally hooked up with the song Two Is Better Than One now. I've decided that I wanna be alone no more. I'm going to cherish my relationship with my beloved now and then spend the rest of our lives together. I just wished that he'd be more mature about some things and start thinking/worrying  about our future too. He's too laid back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope NS can make him grow but ya... STILL LONG LA. Now we'd just have fun and date like anywho couples out there. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2382856582250309044?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2382856582250309044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-who-still-wants-to-marry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2382856582250309044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2382856582250309044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-who-still-wants-to-marry.html' title='The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4qP4X8ssXI/AAAAAAAACMo/k16f4RoLAq8/s72-c/TheWomanWhoStillWantsToMarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3161174634569041872</id><published>2010-02-27T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:34:52.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HOUSE IS NOT DIRTY!</title><content type='html'>I can't never understand wth the creator of life is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why create things as beautiful as Tulips and things as gross as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flying cockroache&lt;/span&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!?! T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is getting more and more gross because of all these pests. First, the invasion of Cockroaches. Then... we brought back bedbugs from HongKong and now? Fucking worms that came from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling within myself to blog about these. I don't want people to think of me as dirty because of all the things that's happening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches is well, everybody's house would have some. Mine is just.. a little more than usual. Dont say my house is dirty. I swear it's just too dusty. Lmao. You know cockroaches feast on dust right? Right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My house is not dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very unfortunately, we brought back bed bugs from HK like.... Whatever. That's what I want to believe. Though I havent been really bitten by them before, my family got some bites and they are turning into permanent tattoos. Fucccck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cleared out two fucking beds and are sleeping on mattresses now. What have we done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did spring cleaning EVERY YEAR. Grandma mops the floor every 2 days. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE GROSS LIVING THINGS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. We've discovered worms hanging around in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suspecting it's the larvae of moths. Yes, don't ask me why moths. Because I seriously can't find any other possibilities. Sister found a moth days ago on the wall so my assumptions. I have no clue what moth is that but the worm is fucking disgusting. I won't encourage you to look up for the image nor will I upload any picture of it, it's really... unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pest control would just tell us to dump everything in the house. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate coming home now. Sianzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly before I sign off, MY FUCKING HOUSE IS NOT FUCKING DIRTY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3161174634569041872?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3161174634569041872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-house-is-not-dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3161174634569041872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3161174634569041872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-house-is-not-dirty.html' title='MY HOUSE IS NOT DIRTY!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3736965161815253560</id><published>2010-02-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:03:17.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4leBCLA95I/AAAAAAAACMg/xQi1PO5dj-Y/s1600-h/tumblr_ksnqwsck7e1qzr04eo1_400black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S4leBCLA95I/AAAAAAAACMg/xQi1PO5dj-Y/s400/tumblr_ksnqwsck7e1qzr04eo1_400black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984996509906834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you suck. 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Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3602523021300776474?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3602523021300776474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3602523021300776474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3602523021300776474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4043862015076037646</id><published>2010-02-18T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:42:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY, not happy at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S30xdzvkKpI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Kj7dYZ3ObyU/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S30xdzvkKpI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Kj7dYZ3ObyU/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558313109105298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY WAS DIRRRRTY AND SHAAAAGGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fun. /not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm not going to go all long post with all the rants about how dumb CNY'10 turned out for me so I'm thinking I'll just upload a few photos taken during the trip on Facebook and end the entire drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Kukup, you all know. Journey is well... sleepy and dramatic. We watched this drama on the car and I finally cannot take it when headache hit me so I fell asleep. Not long later we reached Kukup, chose our room and started mahjonging. Not me, no. I went back to sleep on the bunker bed. It was gooooooooooood. Sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we opened a new table and I almost cleared pot. HAHA. Got Ger to help me win back quite alot and in the end we lost about S$11. Yes, we played in SGD okay! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion dinner wasn't as fab as what we'd have if at home. They spent $300 on 10kg of crabs! Imagine. Sluuuurps! Our family didn't really enjoy it cus we're not the steamboat kind. Half of the 10kg was sent to the restuarant to stir fry with chili sauces the next day and that meal is the best meal EVARRRR for the entire trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was a torturing 8hrs journey to malacca. It shouldn't take so long. The GPS wasn't very kind to us so we spent about half the time in the jam and looking for our apartment. That's really... the worst day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I can't continue anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sick of the trip! Pffft! Now the question is when would I upload the photos? We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4043862015076037646?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4043862015076037646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-not-happy-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4043862015076037646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4043862015076037646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-not-happy-at-all.html' title='CNY, not happy at all.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S30xdzvkKpI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Kj7dYZ3ObyU/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-682875627648553875</id><published>2010-02-13T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:08:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY!</title><content type='html'>I'm going Kukup(again) to celebrate CNY this year! I'd be gone in abt.. 5 hours time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad timing and heck, what's the point of buying nice clothes for CNY when it's going to be spent there? Gah. Nonetheless, it's going to be all day and night mahjong I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everybody! And Happy Valentines too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks! Love b! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-682875627648553875?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/682875627648553875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/682875627648553875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/682875627648553875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='CNY!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8029207137891445475</id><published>2010-02-09T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:16:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S3C3ULSa-WI/AAAAAAAACMI/FPeraFK5FuY/s1600-h/pdm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S3C3ULSa-WI/AAAAAAAACMI/FPeraFK5FuY/s400/pdm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436046307491510626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooooot bad! Jerry = yandao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8029207137891445475?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8029207137891445475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/nooooooooooooooot-bad-jerry-yandao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8029207137891445475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8029207137891445475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/nooooooooooooooot-bad-jerry-yandao.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S3C3ULSa-WI/AAAAAAAACMI/FPeraFK5FuY/s72-c/pdm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5135767674312193568</id><published>2010-02-08T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:14:25.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this even professional?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2_SUNMEnVI/AAAAAAAACMA/SAwVDF7wd7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2_SUNMEnVI/AAAAAAAACMA/SAwVDF7wd7Q/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435794519838989650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst haircut out of my 18 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does she have the cheek to collect 8$ for this stupid shit? Great, I just realized that my CNY this year, has been totally ruined by this hair stylist. I didn't think of it as a big deal but while trying to capture a nicer photo of my new haircut, i found out that my fringe CMI at all. How in the world.... ZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'll never ever patronize again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... What should I do? ):  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cb. Fucking sian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, the longer one is trying to tickle my nose. and it's not cute at all. I'm considering cutting it away myself. Maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to trust all these aunties anymore. ): I know I shouldn't stereotype all of them. Woodlands has a pretty nice and capable one. At least I didn't regret the bangs I got there, only the bob. It's nice tho, just that it made my hair a little too much layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be cheapskate anymore. I will not heartache having to spend $30+ for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: DON'T COME TELL ME THE FREAKING HAIR WILL GROW. STFU. What am I supposed to do? WAIT? For how long?! Siao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5135767674312193568?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5135767674312193568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-even-professional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5135767674312193568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5135767674312193568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-even-professional.html' title='Is this even professional?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2_SUNMEnVI/AAAAAAAACMA/SAwVDF7wd7Q/s72-c/IMG_0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4051048271899205931</id><published>2010-02-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:28:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAC Outing.</title><content type='html'>So............. 5 words to describe this day and I'll let the photos do the talking. Im thinking that pretty what my blog is lacking currently. Tho there's not alot of them..... Yes... My hair was still as fab as ever! Lmao. We really regretted cutting. But the coloring is alright. Maybe not mine. Too messed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IT WAS A FUN DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FoBrvr7I/AAAAAAAACLI/0K-HTG_voAY/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FoBrvr7I/AAAAAAAACLI/0K-HTG_voAY/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499091720122290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FnglSzyI/AAAAAAAACLA/wlZCGBeggvg/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FnglSzyI/AAAAAAAACLA/wlZCGBeggvg/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499082834693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27HNRgBhvI/AAAAAAAACLw/VZRJZD9ay0I/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27HNRgBhvI/AAAAAAAACLw/VZRJZD9ay0I/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435500831132714738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27HNJfDVsI/AAAAAAAACLo/eu9JJHu6jhA/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27HNJfDVsI/AAAAAAAACLo/eu9JJHu6jhA/s400/IMG_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435500828981155522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27Fpn9VGJI/AAAAAAAACLg/nwHGmEcHwv8/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27Fpn9VGJI/AAAAAAAACLg/nwHGmEcHwv8/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499119174293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FpE4g8pI/AAAAAAAACLY/-HN98iEyLcE/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FpE4g8pI/AAAAAAAACLY/-HN98iEyLcE/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499109758857874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27Folr0MbI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ubehHy5slCs/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27Folr0MbI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ubehHy5slCs/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435499101384094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Pictures/GAC%20hairday/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27NobDd4bI/AAAAAAAACL4/iyFTfT_neNo/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27NobDd4bI/AAAAAAAACL4/iyFTfT_neNo/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507894623527346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I hate this dumb banged up head, I seemed to miss it. D; Grr, hate my new fringe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4051048271899205931?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4051048271899205931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/gac-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4051048271899205931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4051048271899205931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/gac-outing.html' title='GAC Outing.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S27FoBrvr7I/AAAAAAAACLI/0K-HTG_voAY/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2613167257108034251</id><published>2010-02-04T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:01:20.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 19th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2qaisvEiNI/AAAAAAAACK4/_7lSlcqNKiA/s1600-h/DSCF5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2qaisvEiNI/AAAAAAAACK4/_7lSlcqNKiA/s400/DSCF5045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434325821290744018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast time pass! And now is our 19th month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine we're so far away from each other right now. Like Hougang and Jurong West.. Suck. But sweetie! I love you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th monthnisary! Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2613167257108034251?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2613167257108034251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/19th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2613167257108034251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2613167257108034251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/19th.html' title='The 19th!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2qaisvEiNI/AAAAAAAACK4/_7lSlcqNKiA/s72-c/DSCF5045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1244866228958415249</id><published>2010-02-03T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:10:27.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitloads.</title><content type='html'>Sian. I super sian right now. I super duper sian right now, NOWWW. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apart from all the nasty stuff I went through last week, this week was slightly better. School was... nice. Since it's the last week already. Just that everybody(almost) are stresssssed about UT3. I have to do exceptionally well in UT3 to get promoted apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a darn load of shit I've yet to complete since 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example&lt;br /&gt;1. selling the dumb stuff I bought back from HK.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go for a serious dieting.&lt;br /&gt;And 3. Cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuisance manzxz. Especially #1. All the items have been in the luggage. It's been... what.. 2months? Supposedly to be instocks for SDS but I closed that down. Lame, I know. I'm currently thinking up a new blogshop name. SDS is weird now that I come to think of it. Not only that, I also need to set up, take photos.. Alot lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieting has been in my plan since Forever! As you all know, I gained alot after getting to know this fucking lousy boyfriend who won't help you eat your share. I'm very conscious, and I must finish all the food! Habit taught at home. Bad enough, I ended up being the one eating and eating and eating and EATING. So instead of growing vertically, which I really need to, I've been expanding horizontally. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope, I haven't came up with a plan or enough determination to avoid food. I'm waiting for one day when I would wake up miraculously turning into a skinny. Yea, best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the procrastination! Sigh. I still can't decide how to cut my hair! I don't want to end up regretting what I did like what happened 1 year ago. Cutting that bob hair with Queen was a stupid decision and we both regret it terribly! Fortunately for her, her hair is very obedient and she's out of the story alr. BUT. Mine.......... just doesn't want to grow. It's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer becomes longer and the shorter just becomes.... not as long! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I did cut another bang which I admit was horrid. But it's not the fringe manzx! I want them to be of the same length! Sigh. It won't happen anytime soon though. Anyway! I'm meeting up with GAC on friday for our hair making session, after I missed another with E36F girls. They dyed purple! Gosh. I want that colour for donno how long alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messsssed up. I went to buy two bottles of Deep Burgundy and the colour turned out.. hmm.. just like Deep Burgundy. Lol. Far from purple. So I guess Imma go highlight just 1 bunch red. and trim a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hopefully it turns out nice enough! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1244866228958415249?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1244866228958415249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/shitloads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1244866228958415249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1244866228958415249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/shitloads.html' title='Shitloads.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6581133500591068782</id><published>2010-02-03T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:57:58.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UT3, my foot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2mA36mAQmI/AAAAAAAACKw/hNt15zwz_M4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2mA36mAQmI/AAAAAAAACKw/hNt15zwz_M4/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434016123509031522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See? I going faint lah! Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6581133500591068782?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6581133500591068782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/ut3-my-foot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6581133500591068782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6581133500591068782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/ut3-my-foot.html' title='UT3, my foot.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2mA36mAQmI/AAAAAAAACKw/hNt15zwz_M4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4421231498967986178</id><published>2010-02-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:51:43.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year older than 50!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2gs1wQTVjI/AAAAAAAACKg/LXE4S6X7jT8/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2gs1wQTVjI/AAAAAAAACKg/LXE4S6X7jT8/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433642252420470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4421231498967986178?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4421231498967986178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-year-older-than-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4421231498967986178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4421231498967986178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-year-older-than-50.html' title='One more year older than 50!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S2gs1wQTVjI/AAAAAAAACKg/LXE4S6X7jT8/s72-c/IMG_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5779082410425233175</id><published>2010-02-02T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:58:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 was better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5779082410425233175?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5779082410425233175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-was-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5779082410425233175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5779082410425233175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-was-better.html' title='2009 was better.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3966511212095292251</id><published>2010-02-01T10:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:53:49.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February is not my friend!</title><content type='html'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking tired. From everything. Let's start with the least tiring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been building the wardrobe, as you all might know. Spring cleaning and sorts. Killing damned pests in the house. But apparently they are everywhere. Lol. The exhaustion started then. Pushing and pulling. Drill drill drill, build build build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm also working like dog. To try to earn as much for the month. But no avail ley. Still fucking little. Sibeh sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only all these, I'd be separated with Love for the next 2-3 weeks due to his new job. Pretty shitty. Long hours but at least the incentives would be good enough for now. We're really struggling alr. Still need save for driving and pte dip in the future. And our new phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst way to start a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I admit I haven't been doing anything until the weekend. It's Zhong's 21st birthday btw. Fri was school and supposedly work but I got pushed agn because of poor sales. So we went to the chalet and sit sit take some photos. Feeling super sian alr. Next day, his actual bday, I've a meeting at 8am in STORE. Fuckload of shit and then start work at 3.30 until close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag ley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept less than 3hours. and one whole day of @#%@%$. Best. At least I managed to give him my wishes at the last 5mins of Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day ley? Sunday. More shit, ty. Cb letter came from school. More than 30 entries. Or.. just nice. 30. Got kp lo. Nevermind. It's supposed to be over. Fucking dumb sister have to sabotage like a bitch man. Then they start again. Call me quit school since I study until liddat. I really would quit if my gpa for this year doesn't allow me to promote to year 3. I won't be as dumb and naive as Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the kp, we went to shop for CNY. Like in HK buy not enough, back in Singapore still have to buy. Another tiring day lo. Went to visit grandma after shopping and I caught some sleep. Then it's chalet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong ah. Then home. And now im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month also like cb. Work shifts like rubbish. All the weekends. And I have to change 2 days because of Kukup and CNY. LAME LA. ZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick of everything right now. Nothing seems to be right for me. This cannot. That also wrong. Maybe it's PMS. But it ended like 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of your lives may be even worse than mine, but trust me, this is the shittiest event that's ever occured in mine and I really can't fake any more smiles to let you all think im alright. I don't want to be like a spitfire so fucking people, please be nicer to me or I'd just throw all my bullshit on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I need to do is cut away the bad luck on my hair and embrace the new year. Hopefully this sleep can make me wake up a happier girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3966511212095292251?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3966511212095292251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-is-not-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3966511212095292251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3966511212095292251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-is-not-my-friend.html' title='February is not my friend!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2936847959582803101</id><published>2010-01-27T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:40:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANTI-SOCIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-social! 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anti-social! anti-social! anti-social! anti-social! anti-social! anti-social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOOOO.&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/4413067725102016494-2936847959582803101?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2936847959582803101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2936847959582803101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2936847959582803101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/im.html' title='I&apos;m....'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5833545636492360791</id><published>2010-01-22T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:27:43.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>Today, is a very good day. To sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why my eye lids are getting heavier and heavier. Siaaaanzzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5833545636492360791?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5833545636492360791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5833545636492360791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5833545636492360791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1826821876824951807</id><published>2010-01-20T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:23:01.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S1cRvx5wQ9I/AAAAAAAACKY/Ng9cBdj_VwE/s1600-h/tumblr_ktz2rpYc7P1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S1cRvx5wQ9I/AAAAAAAACKY/Ng9cBdj_VwE/s400/tumblr_ktz2rpYc7P1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827388365521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy:  You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Next time i see you, don't wear that skirt again, it's too revealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: Why? I thought you loved that skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Next time, wear something that reaches to your ankles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: Ok whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: A dress that reaches to your ankles.. and wear long white gloves that reach to your elbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: What are you trying to do? Hide me from everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Do up your hair as well real pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: Are You listening to what i'm saying? You're so conservative, don't choke me like this... Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: I'm dead serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: You know i dont like guys who boss me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: ... Wear a veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: ... what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Wear this ring too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     Girl: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Boy: Marry Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1826821876824951807?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1826821876824951807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/awwh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1826821876824951807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1826821876824951807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/awwh.html' title='Awwh.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S1cRvx5wQ9I/AAAAAAAACKY/Ng9cBdj_VwE/s72-c/tumblr_ktz2rpYc7P1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7536860325509689398</id><published>2010-01-17T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:20:15.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Work was fine today! Lots of laughter and mistakes too. Muahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another POS day for me. But definitely the first time having just me alone in the store. It was a disaster. ): Almost caused some trouble but fortunately enough, it was solved! Yay! Not to mention that I'm beginning to get the hang of it too. Oh well, it's a fruitful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kovan for supper with girlfs and their boyfs. First time, my boyf isn't around on such occasion. Totally sucked, I tell you. Had superb fish n chips but I prefer the chicken cutlet! One fine day we would patronize again. I wanna try the Thai restaurant that QQ introed and WW's double confirming that it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked alot today. All sorts of nonsense. From us to other people. Lmao. Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I wanna buy the new arrival in store! Totally love in first sight and it's cheap too! Extra cheap after staff discount like super good buy lah! And I'm sure it would be a sale item soon enough. Sadly, don't have my size! Though I can fit the bigger one pretty well but the girls think it's toooooooooooo.. spacious. Lol. Hopefully the smaller size will come on Monday's VM or any other better choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've already planned our yearly Chinese New Year shopping. Even though I don't really need to buy anything since I'd be in Kukup, again, I still need a dress! To be honest, I don't mind wearing Cotton On's for CNY. It's pretty too, but feels cheap since I'd use my privilege. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally miss Gossip Girl too! It's been a busy weekend and tmr still have to continue the revamping room thing.  I didn't help much but i feel super sian. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really cant cock anymore. I'd go one ep on GG and finish XY's assignment and SLEEEEEP! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7536860325509689398?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7536860325509689398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7536860325509689398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7536860325509689398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2043808344465293717</id><published>2010-01-13T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:43:35.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTENDED!</title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, don't be too happy for me. I have a job again! Yay! In case you don't know, I've been jobless since 12th, which is yesterday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, my contract with Cotton On as a Christmas Casual ended yesterday and I just received a sms from my store manager saying that it's been extended! I'll officially be their permanent part-timer from the 15th onwards! We'll be signing the new contract at Bishan Library again. Oh~ I'm happppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I should have known already since she asked for my contract and the shift schedule for this week. Yesyes, I already have a shift this Saturday. Muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kinda wasted as I won't be around to celebrate Chinese New Year in Singapore. My WHOLE family would be off to Kukup to celebrate instead. And I really mean ALL OF THEM. Lmao. It'll be mahjong, makan, mahjong and MAKAN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, I can't work for the double pay! ): Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, and it's been long since I remind myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M AWESOME! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2043808344465293717?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2043808344465293717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/extended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2043808344465293717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2043808344465293717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/extended.html' title='EXTENDED!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7495045921827117305</id><published>2010-01-12T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:57:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckyeah.</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously thinking if I should change my blogskin. HAHAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, not now or anytime soon I guess/hope. Fact is, I'm pretty caught up in Gossip Girl. After that, I still have to clear up my music in the iPod as well as MissCuzzy. In case you people forgot what that is, it's my dear lappy. Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, we might actually start mapling again! So we found this pretty cool server with about 200people online everytime and it seems like a community with more SG/Msia than the english. That is not bad, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, I'd probably try the server out once I have the time to download the client and such. Anybody wanna join? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0wdHF3DZ0I/AAAAAAAACKI/yFq9ICUwcog/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0wdHF3DZ0I/AAAAAAAACKI/yFq9ICUwcog/s400/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425743658743981890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;BTW, this is the fucking boots we had to change on in the lab. And I didn't get a fucking grade for attending the meeting. How nice, faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&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/4413067725102016494-7495045921827117305?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7495045921827117305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuckyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7495045921827117305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7495045921827117305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuckyeah.html' title='fuckyeah.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0wdHF3DZ0I/AAAAAAAACKI/yFq9ICUwcog/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6616826995887902338</id><published>2010-01-08T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:58:32.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH TODAY LAB LEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT HOR, I NO WEAR SHOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMA WEAR THE BOOTS THEY PROVIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/lol&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/4413067725102016494-6616826995887902338?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6616826995887902338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-today-lab-ley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6616826995887902338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6616826995887902338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-today-lab-ley.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8188086647492418475</id><published>2010-01-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:27:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0X9Pxhe27I/AAAAAAAACKA/WxPBG6C9AjA/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0X9Pxhe27I/AAAAAAAACKA/WxPBG6C9AjA/s400/IMG_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424019773671267250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the money wasn't alot, but it's enough! Muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's a pretty normal day today. Off day from school. I waited at home for girlfriends to finish sch and met for dinner plus a short chillout at my crib. Not to mention, I CLEANED MY HAMMIES CAGES TOO! Yay. It's like a mission accomplished. They were just starting to reek. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the girls would be coming to my sch tmr. And I'll most likely bring them around. But say first hor, my sch is really super boring. Food also not superb. Just the air con and free internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! There'll be a UT tmr. Distressed manzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Just hope it'd be a good day tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8188086647492418475?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8188086647492418475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/paid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8188086647492418475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8188086647492418475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/paid.html' title='Paid.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0X9Pxhe27I/AAAAAAAACKA/WxPBG6C9AjA/s72-c/IMG_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6360634228302961165</id><published>2010-01-06T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:44:43.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I did not watch any movie, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6360634228302961165?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6360634228302961165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6360634228302961165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6360634228302961165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3058790648795663153</id><published>2010-01-06T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:34:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0Q6fWv9zVI/AAAAAAAACJw/4x6Wzossk-I/s1600-h/lc_fringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0Q6fWv9zVI/AAAAAAAACJw/4x6Wzossk-I/s400/lc_fringe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524161618038098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been obsessed with this series for the past few days. Right now, I've completed season1 and half of season2. Omg, but I think season1 is alot more interesting. I donno why. Lmao. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I've finished this, I'm probably going to either Grey Anatomy or X Files. Super interesting. And definitely a very good platform to gain more scientific facts about human beings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, recently there's a movie that's something like this. Paranormal phenomenon. The fourth kind or something. I want to watch! Maybe later. Hoho. Yes. I'm going to watch it. I'm forcing B to go with me. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3058790648795663153?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3058790648795663153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fringe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3058790648795663153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3058790648795663153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fringe.html' title='FRINGE'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/S0Q6fWv9zVI/AAAAAAAACJw/4x6Wzossk-I/s72-c/lc_fringe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5892487451992193197</id><published>2010-01-06T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:42:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONNO HOW PEOPLE CAN BE THIS STUPID TO NOT UNDERSTAND SIMPLE SARCASM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save you from any suspense, my number is 91782091. You can also contact 92738960. We are on 24hours, ready for your nonsense. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't call us for tuition please, you are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING LAUGHING AT YOU RIGHT NOW. For smsing that number. LMAO. AT YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5892487451992193197?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5892487451992193197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-donno-how-people-can-be-this-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5892487451992193197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5892487451992193197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-donno-how-people-can-be-this-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5310410175103277000</id><published>2010-01-06T10:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:44:33.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba ba ba boon says:</title><content type='html'>SHIT. I think I'm going to die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I have to admit that I'm a typing warrior! YAY. At least I dare to do that. I'm a cow, I'm a horse, I'm a dog. Whatever you want me to say I am, I am. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, I bet you all have zero clue what's been happening around(Tho most drama didn't happen in here). Of course, I not as BRAVE as my opponent to advertise my link right on his blog. I felt shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can my beautiful bloglink appear in that.... Dirty corner of his? Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And duh. I'm talking about you. You're smart to spot that! I was afraid you can't make out what I'm trying to say, oldie. Let's say, we stand at the same spot. Protecting someone whom we love. Obviously our perspective is different. You can post all sorts of fucking nonsense about my love and yet I can't retaliate for mine. Wow. So that's how old people thinks? Wonder why my grandma didn't act this way. Guess she's not at the age yet. She's 65, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to hyperlink, I mean.. who cares about your filthy and ugly blog. Most importantly, I don't want to act like you people. (Why even go through the trouble of removing my link after publishing?) Scared? Of what? I'm just a typing warrior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, what I'm trying to prove is that this cutesy here is accusing me of the things that he's done as well in the dirty little corner of his sadistic life. ): How? First, he commented on their fight in his blog by insulting my friend's soul and the relationship between her current love right before they called for a truce. Okay, we forget that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, what the fuck? People just call and ask about it you say he's trying to get back at you? Paranoid? Crazy much. Please lah, uncle. Want to degrade people not like one can? Ya, then you'll come and tell me that, WHO SAY I'M TALKING ABOUT HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pleased with just being a typing warrior. Why? Because I can. You? No one can understand wtf your English is trying to bring across.  And I apologise, I should not really..use such English standards on you. I guess you can't understand me too. I should resort to stooping down to your level and try to communicate with your so-called used brain. I'm going to try now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... You.... Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;(Insert any word into the blanks as they can have many different meanings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Can you understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized they really like to be a thief shouting for a thief! Pfft. Nonetheless, this uncle here wants me to quit being a typing warrior and call him for confrontation. Of course, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, we are now even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round One &lt;/span&gt;was the two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round Two&lt;/span&gt;, you challenged us but we called for a truce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round Three,&lt;/span&gt; was your fucking slut video that you're now pushing the blame away. And of course, I return you as much as you gave us. Maybe a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now round Four&lt;/span&gt;. Would be between you and me. As much as I hate to talk to you on the phone, because it would definitely kill my ears and heart, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, if I find anymore derogatory, we will not hesitate to fight back again. AND, we will not stoop down to your fucking low self-esteem and give you back double of what you intend to give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My number is : 9-3825-968 / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9-FUCK-YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me please. I'm waiting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, you asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really, can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5310410175103277000?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5310410175103277000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/baboon-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5310410175103277000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5310410175103277000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/baboon-says.html' title='Ba ba ba boon says:'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1868223659198035675</id><published>2010-01-05T22:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:22:51.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are an idiot.</title><content type='html'>It's was a fun day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought something would have happened since I received her text msg again so early in the morning. And yes, something did happen. To me, that's my official closing for year 2009. Thanks to these bunch(DEFINITELY NOT BRANCH) of animals I just got introduced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I told her we have to treat them with care. After all, they are not human beings. They are under protection custody of whatever rights there may be out there. We can't break their hearts or make them die! Then, we will slowly nurture them. Help them breed and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the main thing is, nothing can be done if they are unwilling to learn! These animals are thinking too much of themselves just because they are ancient. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as the world improves on with time, we will certainly forget some of the old.. ways of living. These ancients, they will try to preserve their traditions with their lousy use of English. But I think they're slowly picking it up already. At least they're trying to write in English. At least they tried to fight back with us in something we're good at and they're not. Even though I still can't really make out what the fuck they meant with each of their paragraphs. We will give them time alright? We must have patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what should we do when they attack us?! We're teaching them, nurturing them, helping them! Yet, they turn back with those puppy eyes after biting. With all their pretense and acts, we will never win. No one would know the truth because in the first place, they can't communicate well with us, normal human beings. They're ancient animals, don't forget this very important fact okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to let them grow in a healthy environment with as much use of proper communication skills as possible so they can learn from us. Don't be vulgar in front of them! Apparantly one of them has learnt the use of 'Slut' right now. We're going to get complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in the preliminary rounds of teaching, they failed to learn what we want them to and they are starting to use wrong facts to counter with human beings. How can we let them back into the wild if they thought a toothless tiger would be harmless when they still have their claws!? They can start shredding their meat with their claws and use all their strength on their paws to make it into minced meat. I'm really worried. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have to tell them that we, human beings, would never see an animal as a trendsetter. They will never be in lead of fashion or style no matter what. Instead, we use their skins to make fashion. We, are the ones who create the fashion. Or maybe he meant his tattoos on his moobs as fashion? That's like... so last century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. They're ancient. Laughs. How could I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if the soft way doesn't work, maybe we should try the hard way? Nono, not violence, duh. They still have to be treated with care. They're dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just.. be a little more harsh on them. Just tell them the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKtheZkR8H8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKtheZkR8H8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1868223659198035675?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1868223659198035675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1868223659198035675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1868223659198035675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-idiot.html' title='You are an idiot.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8934197234020859048</id><published>2010-01-03T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:47:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me.</title><content type='html'>Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. and Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to be on hold just because you're tooooo full. You can't move. Right, go and sleep. Sleep and make yourself hungry again. Then you'll eat again. Then you'll be so full again that you can't work. Boy, if you don't want to do anything about it, just tell me. I want to do things with you and complete it. If you have no interest in it at all, then stop wasting my time, my effort and my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is earned. Judging by how you're treating life and people like this, how can I make sure I'll be in good hands in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working consecutively for so many days that I don't even have the time to spend even 2 hours just with you. Yet when I finally have it, you're either too engrossed in your fucking games or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my love life. How entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something happier, photos taken during my EOY trip is being uploaded right now in Facebook! Yay! Like finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8934197234020859048?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8934197234020859048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/shoot-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8934197234020859048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8934197234020859048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot me.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3990216135121467667</id><published>2010-01-01T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:36:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how many of you are waiting for my HongKong post? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been abusing myself ever since I return and had no time at all to blog about it! Every second are being occupied by Rubi. I'm thinking I don't have enough sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I figured that I should work as much as I can now since there's no guarantee that my store manager would keep me as a permanent part-timer. Sigh. Still, I'm feeling a little under-charged tho the pay is much higher than other part time jobs out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I'm pretty glad and half sick of it that I'm also working later on! It's a public holiday which means double pay. I likeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown yesterday was pretty much a disaster. Trust me, after you've seen the fireworks in Disneyland, you feel that Singapore is really burning money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some blisters on my feet already, not forgetting that I brought back HongKong feet too. After my contract ends with Rubi, I swear I'm going to treat my legs to a nice nice hot massage provided by beloved Ben. MUAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I need to get ready already. I'll try to update bits and pieces as soon as I have time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: MY 2010 RESOLUTION IS TO BECOME AS TALL AS YAOMING. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3990216135121467667?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3990216135121467667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/workaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3990216135121467667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3990216135121467667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1063563102394942663</id><published>2009-12-29T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:47:33.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:380%;"&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1063563102394942663?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1063563102394942663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1063563102394942663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1063563102394942663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5055326340754927834</id><published>2009-12-18T16:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:00:47.143+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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SytDy9WbSSI/AAAAAAAACJg/lK5uZSuncJU/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SytDy9WbSSI/AAAAAAAACJg/lK5uZSuncJU/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416497519584299298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty here is off to the airport in 2hrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; macau/shenzhen/zhuhai/HongKong &lt;/span&gt;for the next 10 days. Don't miss me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PS TO LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DON'T FORGET WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU DIDN'T DO THEM,&lt;br /&gt;BE PREPARED TO BECOME CHOPPED MEAT! &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/4413067725102016494-5055326340754927834?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5055326340754927834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-here-is-off-to-airport-in-2hrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5055326340754927834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5055326340754927834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-here-is-off-to-airport-in-2hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SytDy9WbSSI/AAAAAAAACJg/lK5uZSuncJU/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7711825377380359884</id><published>2009-12-17T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:11:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Day.</title><content type='html'>Shit day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the doors are closing in on me. Wtf. And I've had enough of everything little things that's making me upset. I'm going to play my heart out in HongKong/China and forget all the nonsense in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is just shit here. One fine day, I'm going to throw this shitty life into the dustbin and recycle it. I'm just stupid to think that things have yet to change and the reactions I got in the past would be what I'd still get now. Guess I'm no longer that important. Oh right, I wasn't important in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye people. I'm flying in 26 hours time and back in 240(+/- 10)hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I should start getting independent too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like long ago. But you know, it's never too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7711825377380359884?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7711825377380359884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7711825377380359884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7711825377380359884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit-day.html' title='Shit Day.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8685007927810583907</id><published>2009-12-16T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:59:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyfOdRRMQ9I/AAAAAAAACJY/L_3H6a-CKZE/s1600-h/tumblr_kuos10AYnh1qa5p5do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyfOdRRMQ9I/AAAAAAAACJY/L_3H6a-CKZE/s400/tumblr_kuos10AYnh1qa5p5do1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415524079183348690" 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/4413067725102016494-8685007927810583907?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8685007927810583907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8685007927810583907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8685007927810583907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyfOdRRMQ9I/AAAAAAAACJY/L_3H6a-CKZE/s72-c/tumblr_kuos10AYnh1qa5p5do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-9064198188160160414</id><published>2009-12-15T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:37:39.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIAL SCH HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab257/vanthestar/bdvn51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea, oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the hooooolidaaaaaays! Woooo. Finally after 10 weeks of torture(not), we're free from going to school! But I'm certainly going to miss the ban mian. I'm like craving for it already. Does the stall open during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever it is, I've started working at Cotton On with my girlfriends. Good incentives and flexible hours! Bwahaha. Unfortunately, I'm only a christmas casual and only got what.. 2 weeks to impress my store manager to keep me as a perm part-time! Hoooopefully it works out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a happier note, I've finally packed my luggage for the trip. Hoho! I'm lazy. So I just packed in some tshirt and tops. I'm only going to bring one bottom! And that's a legging! LOL. Imagine me freezing there?  Luckily got Love's hoodie. He's like supplying my family with it. Lmao. Each lady would have one of his. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm going to buy alot of clothes back from there. My family like don't like the idea of me bringing little clothes there and wearing things I buy. I don't understand. Isn't that what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I'm only bringing that little clothes and they look at me like I'm crazy. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ Like I care. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna save a few piece for New Year too! And! I'm gonna countdown with friends for 2010! I will, need and must! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-9064198188160160414?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9064198188160160414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/official-sch-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9064198188160160414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9064198188160160414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/official-sch-holiday.html' title='OFFICIAL SCH HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2078523224932628783</id><published>2009-12-14T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:09:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sisters who want to embed code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea&gt;    &lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjA3MjA4MTY3MjcmcHQ9MTI2MDcyMDgzMjI1NSZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMzUxNSZnPTImbz*5M2QzMjA3NWM1Yzk*NDM4OTlmM2U2YjgwNDY5ODhjMiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A707392" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=qJ94wYw9QUMxpvuk&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=qJ94wYw9QUMxpvuk&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=qJ94wYw9QUMxpvuk&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2078523224932628783?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2078523224932628783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2078523224932628783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2078523224932628783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-743592326003788183</id><published>2009-12-13T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:57:58.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, is a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyTk0T_JjrI/AAAAAAAACJI/x0h6gQAKX-Q/s1600-h/tumblr_kqu1s3yhIK1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyTk0T_JjrI/AAAAAAAACJI/x0h6gQAKX-Q/s400/tumblr_kqu1s3yhIK1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414704239375650482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just don't go the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, you want to break free from the outside world, just you and yourself and someone else that's so very much important than the rest. But life just won't let you. It expects you to see all the other people living in the world too. It forces you to do some things you never wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life with just me and the love of my life. That's enough. I don't care about money or other people's impression. I'm 18. I want to live it this way so when I've grown up, at least I lived before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nothing out there can grant this small wish. Because they say whatever you do now would affect your future. You should live your life now, hard and steady. So you'd be able to live carefree in the end. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even play, walk or even smile properly in the future. I want to live life beautifully. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a shitty school, have a shitty boyfriend that I loved so much, shitty attitude that won't change. What the fuck is wrong with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is right. Even the blogshop is giving me problems. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-743592326003788183?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/743592326003788183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/743592326003788183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/743592326003788183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-game.html' title='Life, is a bitch'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyTk0T_JjrI/AAAAAAAACJI/x0h6gQAKX-Q/s72-c/tumblr_kqu1s3yhIK1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7916794515279810826</id><published>2009-12-11T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:21:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyJUcQCViiI/AAAAAAAACI4/DFrGTMlp4fQ/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyJUcQCViiI/AAAAAAAACI4/DFrGTMlp4fQ/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413982546370595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN! #$!$$#!@$@#%$!@#$#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I know i know. This skin sucks. LOL. But, I like ley. It's got my fave colour, and a big big but not too big post area. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this alignment is totally in place. I viewed in Chrome, and IE, ALL SHUI SHUI AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhahaa. Okay, I'm happy. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, holiday is here! Omg! Long awaited. But I still got to go back on the monday for the lassssst lesson. Then! It's HK/China! My family all packed their luggage left me haven't done anything yet. Bah. They took all my clothes already lo. I got no more pretty clothes left to bring there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not in the mood to update about Kukup. Lmao. Okay. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7916794515279810826?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7916794515279810826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7916794515279810826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7916794515279810826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SyJUcQCViiI/AAAAAAAACI4/DFrGTMlp4fQ/s72-c/IMG_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3815321751165140046</id><published>2009-12-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:12:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to update about my Kukup trip. Sigh. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we've extended our spree. Sucks. The last I'd ever want to do is that ): But oh well. For the sake of not losing any more money, we have to do it I guess. This time, I'm involved in the spree as well! I'm buying some 3 items! Yay! And Love's gna pay for them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, it's time to go to bed. Bye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's high time I change my skin or do something about the alignment. The whole skin look like sh*t in Chrome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3815321751165140046?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3815321751165140046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3815321751165140046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3815321751165140046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-667075424685707399</id><published>2009-12-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:11:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preeeeeeee-update</title><content type='html'>Just came back from MY. I'll update tmr! Toooo tired to think about anything else but sleep. 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title='Preeeeeeee-update'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7556455808738320853</id><published>2009-12-02T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:43:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSHOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forever 21 spree closing in 1 week time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forever 21 spree closing in 1 week time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7556455808738320853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7556455808738320853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7556455808738320853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogshop.html' title='BLOGSHOP!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6871793893812031264</id><published>2009-12-02T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:17:37.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love means..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SxZ2Iwu6yXI/AAAAAAAACIM/hjaS3HiQfDs/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SxZ2Iwu6yXI/AAAAAAAACIM/hjaS3HiQfDs/s400/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641895224953202" 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/4413067725102016494-6871793893812031264?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6871793893812031264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-love-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6871793893812031264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6871793893812031264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-love-means.html' title='When Love means..'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SxZ2Iwu6yXI/AAAAAAAACIM/hjaS3HiQfDs/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8198422759035890904</id><published>2009-11-30T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:58:12.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooong update!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood now = SIAN x 10000000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing my PP poster and heck, I seriously want to give up already. Yesyes, I can easily complete this shit in what.. 2hours. But I'm just too lazy. Having to go through that dumb report and summarize EVEN more details into a poster? Sighhhhhh....... Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. PP suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless! I've spent quite a fruitful weekend with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Acer on the thursday to fix Love's lappy. Finally it's spoilt and a reason to reformat. Most of his dirty folders would be deleted! Yay! Includes GAMES! Muahahah! I specially cooked MAGGIEE MEE for him and brought it to school for lunch. How sweet. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Goi's place to crash for a few hours. Slacked and played with his dogs. I want a dog too~ I want burney. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to change my phone too! Hopefully a samsung Omnia pro. Mum and sis already changed and devoted into Samsung, so I should too since I'm the very first one in the family to use them. Ha! Pretty excuses. But no, I know they won't let me. Even thought I earned 350 bucks for them. Pfft. Rubbish manszxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm going to find a job after I come back from HongKong. I MUST have a job. Preferably Cotton On! Muahahha! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, it's all because of Goi's phone. His IPhone that got me reaaaaaaaaaally #$@!. Full of games and games! Why don't other touch phones have as much games as Iphone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we had maggie goreng for dinner. LOL. Maggie whole day. and headed to Vivocity until almost 1am! Thought I could stayed out for the night but hell, my parents are... tsk. Don't say alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to grow up and earn my own money so I can stay out whole night! Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is okay. Hari Raya. I slept till 5pm. LOL! Then faster wash wash head to the Leong's. For dinner and to discuss the plan for our HK/China trip. Sad to say, LAiChiKok = 2hours. Wtf. Out of the 10 days. MY priorities are too different from them! They want all the sightseeing but pretty here wants to shop ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also can't blame them lah. It's their first time there. So.. let it be! let it be! I'll enjoy, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat~ Pretty slack too. I think I stayed at home the whole day. I think.. Hmm.. YEa. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! Javier's birthday. Went out in the early afternoon to search for a birthday present for my 6 or 7 year old nephew. We bought a miniature football for him. LOL. From the bottom of my heart, I hoped he can kick and break all the glass in the house. Then the parents would start restricting his fun and turn him into a quiet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too hyper now. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand the boredom, Love and geraldine including me went to E!Hub for a walk. But we didn't really walked there. We were caught up into something else more interesting and stopped in the middle of nowhere just to take photos. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking funny if you were there. I'll upload the pictures, hopefully soon enough. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm going back to do my poster. Goodbye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. I STAYED HOME ON THE SATURDAY TO MAKE A BLOGSKIN FOR MY BFF. BUT NO SHIT CAME OUT. THANKS BRAINY. I HEARTS YOU. NOT. I need inspirations. I really need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8198422759035890904?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8198422759035890904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/loooong-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8198422759035890904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8198422759035890904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/loooong-update.html' title='Loooong update!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3947912882364749598</id><published>2009-11-26T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:54:34.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost hopes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, no matter how much I try to disagree with her, it seems that I'm the one that's wrong for believing in you. I thought you would really mean what you say but obviously that's just not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want people around you to grow more sense. In fact, you should be the one reflecting on your past actions. I'm sure you know what we're forcing you to face now would definitely be benefitting you in the future. Yet you just want to stick to your fucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I live the rest of my life with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hope that you'd take the full responsibility of taking care of me and if possible, our family. I'll do what I should do. But whatever you're doing now makes me feel that I can't depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's what you want, then you shouldn't have turned back that time. You should just leave and carry on with your peaceful life. But I have to let you know, that life is not going to bring you anywhere but a low salary in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grow some sense please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;because you're no longer a 14year old boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4413067725102016494-3947912882364749598?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3947912882364749598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3947912882364749598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3947912882364749598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-hopes.html' title='Lost hopes.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8574863530427050260</id><published>2009-11-24T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:42:53.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>I'm proud of myself today for being able to stay focus. (Actually it's because I don't have my mouse to bejeweled.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I've also found someone who's really kind and cares for classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peh YuShan&lt;/span&gt;, the hero as well as joke of the day. I'm emphasising on the hero part. It's nice to know that someone would actually do that kind of thing for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8574863530427050260?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8574863530427050260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8574863530427050260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8574863530427050260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-day.html' title='Good day!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2525107765448328322</id><published>2009-11-23T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:40:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga : New Moon</title><content type='html'>Don't say I bad manszxz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loombo.com/dggxyg44mds6/VraSs-Twilight.New.Moon.TS.XviD-IMAGiNE.avi.html"&gt;CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE TWILIGHT SAGA : NEW MOON!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely MONEY-Free and VIRUS-Free! I'm loading it now. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! Yeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2525107765448328322?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2525107765448328322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-saga-new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2525107765448328322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2525107765448328322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-saga-new-moon.html' title='The Twilight Saga : New Moon'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3282227713554815325</id><published>2009-11-23T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:51:00.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad layout</title><content type='html'>I just realise that Google Chrome doesn't show my blog in what I see from Firefox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to revise on my template. But I'm working hard now on Shirley and ger's blogskin. Yeaaaaaaaa. After them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3282227713554815325?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3282227713554815325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3282227713554815325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3282227713554815325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-layout.html' title='Bad layout'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-847031129170792852</id><published>2009-11-23T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:14:32.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>WHY DO THEY HAVE TO LOCK THE PLUGS! PFFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-847031129170792852?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/847031129170792852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/847031129170792852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/847031129170792852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4293453164302854293</id><published>2009-11-21T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:06:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking stalker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwgMZBrRKuI/AAAAAAAACHo/P2f_wmV8RFQ/s1600/IMG_050011111111111111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwgMZBrRKuI/AAAAAAAACHo/P2f_wmV8RFQ/s400/IMG_050011111111111111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406584976744458978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clean my hammies' cage! Hmpf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to meet up with my batch 2 girls! Muahah! After Love have settled his instocks deals with his friend, we'll start advertising for the blog and hopefully, we get alot of supports! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People had been asking me if I'm quitting this business and No. I'm not. At least not now. I've yet to start on any of the taiwan sprees and super looking forward to it! I know it's gonna be hectic and troublesome but oh well, that's what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, did I mentioned that I've encountered a stalker some.. 2 days ago while returning home from an outing with GAC?! Seriously, it's fucking scary and I swear he was stalking me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secondary school boy, abit retarded look. LOL. I guess I wouldn't really mind it so much if it was some.. zac efron guy. LMAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so it was raining and I decided to go without an umbrella. So I was drenched. Note that I'm not wearing anything skimpy in fact, I've got almost everything covered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him sitting at the void deck and nevr thought of anything else. Just continue walking towards the lift. I got into it safely, and there he is following me into it. :( I didn't care much as I saw him pressing 9. I'm getting out at 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling uncomfortable. Not like he's staring at me or what, just my intuition. So I hurriedly got out of the life and walk to my stairs. I turned back to look just in case and he FUCKING WALKED OUT OF THE LIFT. Hello? It's still 5. Thought he's going to the 9th floor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking scary. But alot quite relieved as he walked into the other direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickened my steps and just as I turn, I saw him walking back to the lift. Not exactly to the lift, but I swear I saw him checking out at my direction. He was LOOKING. And he saw that I saw him. both times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Anyway I just faster climbed the stairs and open my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest part is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lock the door, I saw him walking up the stairs and looking as I lock my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is clearly stalking! Omfgwtfbbqzor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the door manzxz and super relieved when I saw Love coming out of the room. My sis walked out too, cus they heard the door. Like wtf, who's banging the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hushed them and told them the story. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cb. I totally freaked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not long after, we decided to go down to buy some tidbits and shun bian see if that retard is still around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is. Right at the seat when I first saw him. Wahlao. Obviously right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat, HE WAS STALKING ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm awesome but.. No need freak me out what! Luckily he didn't take off his clothes when we're alone in the lift. Or I fucking kick his balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4293453164302854293?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4293453164302854293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-clean-my-hammies-cage-hmpf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4293453164302854293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4293453164302854293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-clean-my-hammies-cage-hmpf.html' title='Fucking stalker.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwgMZBrRKuI/AAAAAAAACHo/P2f_wmV8RFQ/s72-c/IMG_050011111111111111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4277323750341538859</id><published>2009-11-20T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:36:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Our love is like a song, &lt;br /&gt;but you won't sing along.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4277323750341538859?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4277323750341538859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-love-is-like-song-but-you-wont-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4277323750341538859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4277323750341538859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-love-is-like-song-but-you-wont-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3150745714157287831</id><published>2009-11-18T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:49:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can Excel! (:</title><content type='html'>School's a bore. As always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't complain if I'm not close with classmates because I haven't been interacting much. Not to mention my attendance is bullshit.And my commitment to the teams are also #@$!@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed to much OP lessons that now I can't even handle a super simple 2 constraints LP question. FML ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're moving on to a more complicated excel problem and I can swear to my mother that I've got zero clue what's going on! Yay! I want to contribute. Badly. ): I don't want to be useless even in class. I don't want to be that girl who comes to class and either leave halfway or don't do anything. Suck! But what can I do? T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, heeeeeeeeeeeeck care manzxz. I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I met that stray cat yesterday again! Hoho, but this time no food for the poor thing because the mama shop is closed already. We just lingered there for a few minutes to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've took a video of her! How she likes to 'bua' my legs. And no matter how she acts cute, Love just won't let her go near him. Lmao. I'll upload the video soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we named her. She's got these spots that made her looked so much like a leopard and so, Leopard! Ha. Abit man for a female cat but I like~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3150745714157287831?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3150745714157287831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-excel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3150745714157287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3150745714157287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-excel.html' title='I can Excel! (:'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-3849729302994481483</id><published>2009-11-18T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:36:28.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwOjiXsaeTI/AAAAAAAACHg/VrFXpL19fRg/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwOjiXsaeTI/AAAAAAAACHg/VrFXpL19fRg/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405343788645906738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All is well.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-3849729302994481483?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3849729302994481483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3849729302994481483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/3849729302994481483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-is-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SwOjiXsaeTI/AAAAAAAACHg/VrFXpL19fRg/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-9097798197737746962</id><published>2009-11-15T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:45:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; I will always love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-9097798197737746962?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9097798197737746962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-holly-i-dont-have-much-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9097798197737746962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9097798197737746962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-holly-i-dont-have-much-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7696604848874578240</id><published>2009-11-15T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:39:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What if this is all there is to our life?&lt;br /&gt;You have to have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be the responsible grown up who worries?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be the cute,&lt;br /&gt; carefree Irish guy who sings all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7696604848874578240?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7696604848874578240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/ps-i-love-you_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7696604848874578240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7696604848874578240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/ps-i-love-you_15.html' title='P.S I Love You'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-9005057252597921268</id><published>2009-11-13T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:09:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fullstop.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-9005057252597921268?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9005057252597921268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9005057252597921268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/9005057252597921268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-time.html' title='The end of time.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6995666034430798092</id><published>2009-11-12T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:40:00.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbness.</title><content type='html'>I am dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actions for the past few days has proven to me that point. And I have to agree to it 100%. No, make that 200%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fml, sianzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 'phenomenon' was not as strong as what happened just a few 10mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was going down to buy some things, I slipped on the staircase because I was looking at the clouds.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WTF. HOW CAN SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO ME. T_____T&lt;/span&gt; My keychain came off and I scratched my ankle. Yay, and my back is going to get a super powerful bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, while chasing a bus at Woodlands Interchange. I saw the bus coming and remembered the berth was at the other end. So I make Love run with me to catch it. In the end it wasnt there at all! So we went to find the berth and hell, it was right infront of me before I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. Seriously. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more focus at things! I have to learn how to multitask&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PERFECTLY&lt;/span&gt; so I wouldnt trip and fall like what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stupid stuff I did like blogging about my personal stuff on my blogshop, dropping things, LOSING MY BAG AT HOME. I still cant fucking find that bag. It was on the sofa in the living room but I couldn't find it the next day. I searched the entire house! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SWEAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate myself. And sorry, ahnio~ I dropped you and caused a crack at the keychain. ): Please continue to look out for me. ): Dont give up on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6995666034430798092?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6995666034430798092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumbness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6995666034430798092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6995666034430798092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumbness.html' title='Dumbness.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6915857152741000040</id><published>2009-11-09T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:13:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your form of love, is not what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6915857152741000040?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6915857152741000040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/limited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6915857152741000040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6915857152741000040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/limited.html' title='Limited.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2229841947508124305</id><published>2009-11-07T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:08:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip top!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvVmMQ16IlI/AAAAAAAACHQ/1J7jGo3fn7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvVmMQ16IlI/AAAAAAAACHQ/1J7jGo3fn7Q/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401335688966316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hohohohoho! And so, I've received my first batch from Forever 21 within 2 weeks. Like super fast. But of cus, I incurred losses. *tuition fees, tuitions fees!* Nevermind, I'm sure I'll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much considerations, I've decided that since US Sprees are too not happening for my shop, I might as well venture into TW Sprees. LOL. Hot demands for it manzxzxzxz. The thing is, alot of blogshops out there are doing tw sprees already. So what will make customers come to me rather than them!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm not too sure if my Slapdash Charge would work on tw sprees too. Sigh. So many things to do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've closed my second Forever21 too! Hah! Great. Really! Hopefully I can gain some out of this. And fret not, F21 lovers. I'm still going to open F21 sprees. Probably my only US Spree then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Another 5weeks till China/HK. Faster paaaaaaaaaassssssss~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2229841947508124305?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2229841947508124305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tip-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2229841947508124305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2229841947508124305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tip-top.html' title='Tip top!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvVmMQ16IlI/AAAAAAAACHQ/1J7jGo3fn7Q/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-5676093744350879869</id><published>2009-11-05T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:41:06.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is NOT great.</title><content type='html'>Life is full of games, boring games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is a live action of The Sims. Spending everyday with the same routine from a baby to an elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep - Work/Study - Eat - Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, and it continues. Until recently, I tried to spice up my life a little by setting up that god-damned blogshop, hoping to earn some extra cash and keep myself busy. But oh em gee, it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm new and have yet to attract enough regulars to make me busy, but the shipping thing is so complicated that I really feel like quitting now. Hoho. I really don't mind losing some money in the first few sprees. I'd take that as tuition fees. But if it continues, then I might really have to give up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with QQ and Lola now that it's really tiring and organizing sprees is the most difficult one amongst all blogshop types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't think I have that fab taste to choose instocks for my customers and not to mention, the capital to buy them. So.. I have to stick with organizing sprees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I wonder how the other blogshops are earning manzxzxz. I really see no hope in my blogshop's future. Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapdash.Style. SAD AHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I'm starting to think the blogskin of my blogshop is effing ugly? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-5676093744350879869?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5676093744350879869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-not-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5676093744350879869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/5676093744350879869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-not-great.html' title='Life is NOT great.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-468845644211436468</id><published>2009-11-04T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:36:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFYOUZXZ.</title><content type='html'>Perfect! Yes, perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:1300%;" &gt;FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-468845644211436468?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/468845644211436468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/effffffffffffffyouzxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/468845644211436468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/468845644211436468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/effffffffffffffyouzxz.html' title='EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFYOUZXZ.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-2911237577092773124</id><published>2009-11-03T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:54:59.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAN HALF LA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;IF ONLY I HAVE 1 MILLION DOLLARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy all the stuff that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy that effing cute shihtzu!&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring mum and dad to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HK EVERY SINGLE PUBLIC HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let my sisters and gfs eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll LET BEN ONG LIVE ON ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'll QUIT SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T HAVE! HMPF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-2911237577092773124?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2911237577092773124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/sian-half-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2911237577092773124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/2911237577092773124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/sian-half-la.html' title='SIAN HALF LA.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4199541124440534459</id><published>2009-11-03T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:20:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every words you say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvACyCkOwhI/AAAAAAAACHA/y0HqLLl6hy0/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvACyCkOwhI/AAAAAAAACHA/y0HqLLl6hy0/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399819011922772498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my blog so much right now that I can just blog some nothingness. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I forget what I'm really supposed to blog, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super embarrassing to get 'scared' by your own music. Yes. I meant that. It has happened to me a few times already. I literally jumped whenever it happens! Worst was when I was about to fall asleep in the bus, Battlefield plays and I jumped. My stuffs dropped and you know.. it's really crowded then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my laptop dropped on one guy's toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what I meant? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but Battlefield seems louder than all the other songs in my iPod. Sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4199541124440534459?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4199541124440534459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-words-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4199541124440534459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4199541124440534459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-words-you-say.html' title='every words you say.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/SvACyCkOwhI/AAAAAAAACHA/y0HqLLl6hy0/s72-c/IMG_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-7018485813979178491</id><published>2009-11-03T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:11:29.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vampire Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm contemplating the next hundred years.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-7018485813979178491?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7018485813979178491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybodys-looking-for-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7018485813979178491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/7018485813979178491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybodys-looking-for-something.html' title='My Vampire Diaries'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-911987215172153608</id><published>2009-11-02T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:30:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First UT of the sem!</title><content type='html'>I'm not excited about it. I just wish it would end earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's as usual, a bore. Love's not here too. Too busy sleeping/studying/exam-ing. Somehow it seems like my existence is not in his plan at all. Lmao. I feeeeeeel bad~ But gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've came up with a money-saver-cum-diet-plan. For the next 6weeks, I will live on bread/sandwiches for BREAKFAST AND LUNCH! Hmpf. All for the sake of my end-year trip with the usuals. We're going to shop at our holiday destinations till we drop! Just like last year July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated the minimum amount of money we'd spend as a whole family, I think I really need to start saving. Not only for myself, my wardrobe but also for my blogshop! Yay! Imma buy lotsa instocks with the money I saved. Then the allowance mummy give would be for my own! Hehehe! Good plan manzxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I'm going to a couple of play phones back! Heard from Wendy that it's super cheap there and you can bargain almost 90% off their set price! China, ooh China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HongKong is in part of our plan too! We'll be in HK for... what, 4days?! Yes, it's not enough. Plus all the sight-seeing and blahblahblah, I really got not much time to shop! Roar! Fortunately, we're going to some places where we've missed out in the last holiday. And we'll be celebrating Christmas in DisneyLand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for this 6 weeks to passssssssssss~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get my new clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-911987215172153608?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/911987215172153608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-ut-of-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/911987215172153608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/911987215172153608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-ut-of-sem.html' title='First UT of the sem!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4504759113002032112</id><published>2009-11-01T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:45:34.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the look of my new blogskin? Muahaha! I really like this! Fave colour and I finally got rid of Ben's ugly face! HOHOHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay truth is, my hands got itchy after finishing a new blogskin for XY. Haha, so I started twisting mine. Check hers out manzxz! I super like also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I'm really sad about is I cant seem to find a place for my plurk. Rah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4504759113002032112?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4504759113002032112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4504759113002032112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4504759113002032112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6708264831358820672</id><published>2009-10-28T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:05:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, there are too many things to consider, too many decisions to make. When you're lost, you seek the one closest to you for advice. Hoping that it could ease your mind for a little while, you turn to a short-term solution to block away all thoughts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in a moment of lies but you know, you can never break away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that person you're listening to really giving you the right direction? Is that direction really where you heart wants you to head to? No matter what may happen, the most important in the world is still you. Be decisive for yourself. Don't let other people's ideas get into your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that person really worth you hurting someone else who's been there for you since forever? Is that person really worth you hurting somebody who might be important to you in the future?  Don't be clouded by a moment of foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in lies is never too easy. I've tried that before. You have to think of lies to cover up for the lie, and more lies to cover up lies to cover the lie. You'd be so tired of thinking and then you realize that the one who's suffering the most, is you. Is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might not be able to accept your decision. Some might despise you. Some might think you're noble. Some may be hurt, some may by relieved. But what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it may be nothing, just a few months of grieves and regret. You'd continue to live happily ever after and maybe some random times, with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, like what I've said since day 1, I will support your decisions no matter who it's going to hurt or benefit. You have your reasons to do it and I believe you have thought it through, by yourself.  After all, you're the only one who knows what's the best for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-6708264831358820672?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6708264831358820672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6708264831358820672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/6708264831358820672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest.html' title='To my dearest.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1754296806021726812</id><published>2009-10-27T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:29:33.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot alot alot more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1754296806021726812?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1754296806021726812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/alot-alot-alot-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1754296806021726812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1754296806021726812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/alot-alot-alot-more.html' title='Alot alot alot more!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-1393633749420433364</id><published>2009-10-26T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:48:34.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After........... so long.</title><content type='html'>Woo. Blogshop is going on well. Hopefully I can send in the orders for my first spree by this coming Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy managing the blogshop and didnt have much time to blog about what else that's happening in life. So here I am! Took a break from there and gg to start a strike soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Right, went to visit grandma on the saturday. Stayed there for almost the whole day and sat on 2 super dangerous rides. Michelle was driving. God. But hoho, i'm safe and sound. She's just too nervous, making all of us nervous with her. Lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played mahjong there and lost $1. HAHA. Sian sia, my luck isn't getting any better after the last mahjong session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ego's still as cute as ever! The look he gives when his owner are both not at home and so much wanting to get into the room but couldn't. So burney. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to bugis to meet some people yesterday. Walked around and met JunHong and Ben Goi for dinner at arab st. Costly! Super costly. Lmao. And I didn't eat much. Come back still eat maggggggi~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've predicted i'm going to gain another few pounds for this month! Yay! No diet, no diet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, the awesome me is going to exercise and burn away the extra fat. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-1393633749420433364?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1393633749420433364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1393633749420433364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/1393633749420433364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-so-long.html' title='After........... so long.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8054035757763871046</id><published>2009-10-24T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:13:50.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy!</title><content type='html'>I've opened my blogshop for less than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to close my first spree, Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I think I might lose a little money for this one. My table is awfully wrong for people who wants to order in bulk! Yes, they can definitely catch a great deal &lt;a href="http://slapdashstyle.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianzxz! But nonetheless! I'm treating it as a lesson learnt and will go revise my charges again! True thing is, I think US Spree is not difficult to do. In fact, I feel that I can earn some amount from it. Maybe not as much as TW Sprees which so many OTHER BLOGSHOPS out there are doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to try to get more orders for this closing spree to try to cover the shipping charges! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8054035757763871046?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8054035757763871046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8054035757763871046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8054035757763871046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-busy.html' title='Too busy!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-4810466860464795161</id><published>2009-10-23T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:11:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGGCITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'VE RECEIVED MY FIRST ORDER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-4810466860464795161?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4810466860464795161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eggcited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4810466860464795161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/4810466860464795161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eggcited.html' title='EGGCITED!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-8488330225841117184</id><published>2009-10-22T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:02:05.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SlapDash. Style!</title><content type='html'>I've opened a blog shop! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slapdashstyle.blogspot.com"&gt; SlapDash.Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me support okay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-8488330225841117184?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8488330225841117184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/slapdash-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8488330225841117184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/8488330225841117184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/slapdash-style.html' title='SlapDash. Style!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-216395146509352249</id><published>2009-10-20T07:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:48:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye BackSlash!</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I went to service my laptop some 2 weeks ago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, remember my backspace dropped off? I thought they could just help me fix the backspace back into the keyboard but.. the only solution they can give is to change the entire keyboard. -.- And I have to pay! Hmpf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never letting hammies run across my laptop anymore. Much less letting them 'deposit' their food in my keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it was okay that they replace the entire thing. I bet there's more food underneath the keys. But it frigging cost SGD$40! ): There goes my money~ Fly~ fly~ fly~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. What infuriates more me is ANOTHER KEY DROPPED OFF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mum. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. But it's the back slash key. So its alright. I won't go replace it for the time being. Until my space bar drops off! Wee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I wasn't the one who tear it off. I swear. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413067725102016494-216395146509352249?l=dancingelmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/feeds/216395146509352249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-i-mention-that-i-went-to-service-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/216395146509352249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413067725102016494/posts/default/216395146509352249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingelmo.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-i-mention-that-i-went-to-service-my.html' title='Bye BackSlash!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16200262506422906079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMNCeXQWfLY/Sf8Comi89jI/AAAAAAAACB4/18PB_xlMzVQ/S220/MissCuzzyCam18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413067725102016494.post-6866097899322391765</id><published>2009-10-19T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:45:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs!</title><content type='html'>A forwarded mail from Mum. Guess she's really stressed up from work to forward these. Haha, anyway these jokes are just for laughs and not meant to be offensive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband and Wife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his death bed, the husband called his wife and said, "One month after&lt;br /&gt;I die I want you to marry Samy."&lt;br /&gt;Samy! But he is your enemy !" "Yes, I know that ! I've suffered all these&lt;br /&gt;years so let him suffer now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding Ring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, "Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger? "&lt;br /&gt;The other replied, "Yes I am, I married the wrong man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dad, I was away for a week. Yesterday I sent a fax to my wife I'd be home that night, and when I got into my room I found my wife in another man's arms.&lt;br /&gt;" Why, Dad ? Tell me why!" Dad kept silent for a few minutes, then coolly said, "Maybe, Son, she didn't get the fax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Same Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband visited a marriage counselor and said, "When we were first married, I would come home from the office, my wife would bring my slippers and our cute little dog would run around barking.&lt;br /&gt;Now after ten years it's all different, I come home, the dog brings the slippers and my wife runs around barking."&lt;br /&gt;"Why complain?" said the counselor. "You're still getting the same service!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk About Husband&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman told another : "My neighbour is always speaking ill of her husband, but look at me, my husband is foolish, lazy and a coward; but have I ever said anything bad about him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love To Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife, one evening, drew her husband's attention to the couple next door and said, "Do you see that couple? How devoted they are? He kisses her every time they meet. Why don't you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to." Replied the husband.. "But I don't know her well enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come Home Late&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was complaining to the neighbour that her husband always came home late, no matter how she tried to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;"Take my advice," said the neighbour, "and do what I did. Once my husband came home at three o'clock in the morning, and from my bed I called out: "Is that you, Jim?" And that cured him.&lt;br /&gt;"Cured him !" asked the woman, "but how?" The neighbour said, "You see, his name is Bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Problem Father&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You looked troubled," I told my friend, "what's your problem?" He replied,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be a father." "But that's wonderful," I said. 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