<?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-406195892777251838</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:48:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The victory dance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2466905848273270224</id><published>2011-04-30T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:34:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqCKxKjK0mo/Tbz-yYTNUGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jOFotWvS1_Q/s1600/gummy%2Bbears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqCKxKjK0mo/Tbz-yYTNUGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jOFotWvS1_Q/s200/gummy%2Bbears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601632178011983970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummy bear warriors ehehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2466905848273270224?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2466905848273270224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2466905848273270224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2466905848273270224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2466905848273270224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/04/gummy-bear-warriors-ehehehehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqCKxKjK0mo/Tbz-yYTNUGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jOFotWvS1_Q/s72-c/gummy%2Bbears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2505380969355818124</id><published>2011-04-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:01:46.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why my mother has to be the way she is. Would she not feel happier if she stopped her constant nagging and stopped picking on such little things which everyone else doesn't notice? I know that this is probably how all mothers are, but when it gets too much, all you wish for is peace in the house. After all, who doesn't like a deep, deep peaceful atmosphere where you can be anything you want to be. Anything, anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i've been trying to search for THE perfect chalet for our section chalet and i've more or less found one. It's q pricey though. 535 dollars for a night is really scary if you think about it, but considering the fact that there would be ~6 batches of clarinets stuffed in there, I think a big chalet would be best (: I wish Singapore had better chalets which are of a more modern style instead of those really old, normal ones. Besides, the weather does affect the mood and Singapore's weather is just SO unsuitable for chalets. Thank god for air conditioners in the chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was selected for the UK study trip alongside MANY others like Joyee Yvonne and a heck lot of band people. But then again, i'm still considering whether I should go for my family trip to Korea or to UK. Obv I can't go for both because the UK trip alone costs approximately 3500 dollars excluding shopping which would probably cost a bomb ): If I go for both trips, it would be almost seven thousand which is a crazy amount of money to spent just on travelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Recently i've been thinking, why do some people who aren't even THAT rich spend money that freely? My conclusion was that their parents probably spent money the same way on shopping, holidays and other wordly possessions and thus, their children follow their way of spending money. I really don't understand how people can spend money without even thinking about their financial status and how much savings they have saved up in case of an emergency. So what if you have a really expensive car, a condo, and yearly trips to far away places but don't have basic financial planning such as savings and a proper insurance? When trouble hits you in the face one day, would you not regret your frivolous ways of spending in the past?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chemistry SPA, math quiz, bio quiz, geog quiz and a thousand other things on next week. Feel a headache coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2505380969355818124?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2505380969355818124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2505380969355818124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2505380969355818124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2505380969355818124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-wonder-why-my-mother-has-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-153547595485535764</id><published>2011-04-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:27:29.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have neglected this space for an eternity but writing again makes me feel as though i've returned to my comfort zone. Weird huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two months have been a whirl of activity, disappointment, stress and excitement. I've overcame exams, broken dreams and obstacles I never thought I could pass. But now, there's this great big boulder right smack in my face which I know I would have to claw my way through sooner or later. I've drawn up a plan and hopefully, cross my fingers cross my toes, I would be able to emerge victorious after a month or so. I know that so much self control, motivation and tolerance is needed and truthfully, i'm afriad of failing once again. All I can do now is to hang on to that shred of hope and start crawling my way up/down, depending on how you view it hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more musical issues, SYF is over and I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel disappointed over the Silver we attained. We worked so hard, we fought so fiercely, we cried so much that the least we expected to get was a Gold. The tears after the results were announced served to remind us about our passion, our hard work and all the other promises we have yet to keep. After thinking, it can be said that the Silver we attained didnt matter after all. Instead, it is the process which we would treasure and learn from. The amount of passion, the lessons learnt, the friendships forged are all the results we need. And that's all we would ever bring away when we leave the concert hall. No bitterness, no hatred and no disappointment. Instead, passion, joy and a stronger friendship. Oh and not to mention, a band which is that much stronger and united in all aspects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I held a bake sale 2 days ago and i've received ~10 orders so far. That made me so glad and thankful for having such supportive friends/batch mates. Tmr's the baking dayyyy so glad for something which is able to distract me from everything in this world. Oh and if any of you have time, search MARU on youtube. Cutest fat cat in this world and the only cat I would ever like HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off, everything i'm carrying on my shoulders just push me down more each day but at the end, I KNOW that I will stand victorious and strong. Press on, Tasha, press on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-153547595485535764?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/153547595485535764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=153547595485535764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/153547595485535764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/153547595485535764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-neglected-this-space-for-eternity.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-9085268576699923086</id><published>2011-02-03T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:11:02.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY so far has been well, at best, mundane. It seems that everyone's complaining of the lack of new year spirit and excitement this year, and I can't agree more. It feels just like the weekend, except for the uh ang pows hahaha that's my favourite part all that money! So, today was spent at my grandfather's house just lazing around and playing poker/blackjack. Tomorrow's going to be even more boring, I predict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today when a few guys walked past my cousin's ferrari, one of them commented that he would have to sell his house plus work for the rest of his life before he would be able to buy that car. And then I thought, wait till you see the whole fleet his family owns. Cousin himself has a ferrari, audi convertible, lexus. Sister has a porche. Mother has a bmw and a lexus. Father has a ferrari which he had to fly to Italy to learn how to drive it simply because no one in Singapore has it. Oh and a house in sentosa cove. Can someone explain to me the logic behind all this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went for a test drive in it this afternoon, damn should have went to. But no, was too busy playing black jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Of the rabbit. (Peace sign)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-9085268576699923086?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/9085268576699923086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=9085268576699923086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9085268576699923086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9085268576699923086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-so-far-has-been-well-at-best.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7091512278263166101</id><published>2011-01-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:24:22.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been so busyy these fews days because of band and other commitments in school and everywhere else around the world. I've been running back and forth so much sometimes I just stop in the middle of what i'm doing and just you know, breathe normally for a minute. Being so busy, it makes me feel as if my life's meaningful and well spent, but sometimes what I really wish for is a day off to just chill and do things which don't require any brains or effort. Like, uh, baking. I'm sorry I always seem to be baking, but baking defines my life. It throws everything back into perspective and it's as perfect as anything can ever get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been wondering if she realizes that all of her symptoms are bordering the dangerous level. If she doesn't stop denying the fact soon, she's going to end up with horrible consequences, i'm sorry to say. I hate thinking about all these matters which only add on to the weight i'm carrying, but some things can't be ignored no matter how hard I try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had funline instead of frontline in church today and my cg was in charge of the food and games this week. We had milk tea, honey joys, rice krispies treats, nutella/pb sandwiches. It was fun, to say it simply. But in actual fact, it was an awesome bonding session. Being in church makes me feel so clean and detatched from school, don't even bother asking me why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining oh my it's the fourth/fifth time this day! The weather's been really out of whack these days, I don't really mind except that, why can't it rain during morning assembly every morning?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TUQw_wfrRGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/woyinRp1at8/s1600/gummybear%2Btrees.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TUQw_wfrRGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/woyinRp1at8/s200/gummybear%2Btrees.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567628911244428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7091512278263166101?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7091512278263166101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7091512278263166101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7091512278263166101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7091512278263166101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-been-so-busyy-these-fews-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TUQw_wfrRGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/woyinRp1at8/s72-c/gummybear%2Btrees.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6806772925176180841</id><published>2011-01-22T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:56:02.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alexander McQueen Prefall 11'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister dedicated a post to this collection from McQueen and honestly, I think i've fallen in love with most, if not all of the pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTvciONF9KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dlc_j0oBDcA/s1600/runwaymalexandermcqueenprefall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTvciONF9KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dlc_j0oBDcA/s200/runwaymalexandermcqueenprefall4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565284245033055394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a peak into the gorgeous jawdropping collection. Like what my sister said: These are beautiful. Even beautiful is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from that, I feel somewhat complete now after having purchased the items I lusted after for an eternity. Okay not quite an eternity, but long enough. Like what I tweeted, i'm not planning on spending any more of my parents' money for the time being. Feel too guilty because they bought the stuff for me so readily when I don't really deserve any of it. Like what others say, our parents really are the only ones you can count on when everyone else disappoints us. Although they can get rather annoying at times. But that's a different matter altogether hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 quizes in the coming week. 3 Chemistry 1 Biology 1 Math. And may I add that we're still in the first month of school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6806772925176180841?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6806772925176180841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6806772925176180841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6806772925176180841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6806772925176180841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/alexander-mcqueen-prefall-11-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTvciONF9KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dlc_j0oBDcA/s72-c/runwaymalexandermcqueenprefall4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4917310045815799887</id><published>2011-01-16T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:59:11.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Shzeyuin was telling us about this friend she had, filthy rich and born with a thousand of social responsibilities on his shoulders. He was taught to read, eat, talk, discuss like an adult in the upper class of the society and he virtually knew every conversation topic adults talk about during stiff, formal sit down dinners. He knew the current price of Gold, something only adults who study the market are aware of. For breakfast, he drank coffee and read the newspapers like what a 50-year old business man would do and he could down 3 shots of espresso in one sitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking real hard. Would a teenager, full of dreams and aspirations, want to be controlled in this manner just so he would be able to live up to his parents' expectations and thrive in the social world of his? What about the fun he was missing out on? Eating fruitloops for breakfast, chatting leisurely about his new classmates or just having a chill out momment when he could just let go of everything and be a normal boy. Given a choice, I would choose an ordinary carefree life on top of the life I earlier mentioned. Sure, I wouldn't be at the top of the social ladder and I wouldn't have every material item I wished for. But, I would be happy and that's all that matters. Is that not so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking session at Esther's house today, cupcakes were succesful in taste. But I can't say the same for they're appearence HAHA They rose so nicely in the oven but when we brought them out, they sank in the middle ): Think it was due to overbeating which caused that to happen. But the taste was really good though, the chocolate taste was complex enough, unlike the commercial ones which taste vaguely of chocolate flavouring. Real cocoa powder's the way to go :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting my phone tmr, unless my dad has meetings or whatnot. My excitement has kind of died down, no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news on Nanyang having experimental Ipad classes have been getting mixed comments HAHA choo was so agitated she commented oh my I'm actually too lazy to scroll through all the comments so I didn't dare comment :/ Want to be in the Ipad class though ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4917310045815799887?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4917310045815799887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4917310045815799887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4917310045815799887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4917310045815799887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-shzeyuin-was-telling-us-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-806657847986604738</id><published>2011-01-14T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:36:36.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weather's been curiously good lately, surprising for Singapore huh. It's been so cold that i've woken up in the middle of the night twice in a week to switch off the airconditioner just because my toes were freeeezing. Speaking of which, my mum made me ginseng tea today which she said would help warm me up. I love the bitterness of ginseng and the whole healthy-ish feeling you get after you down the whole cup in a gulp. Feel like such a freak though, normal 16 year old teenagers don't really take to these kind of stuff, but I do hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my phone in 2 days' time but now I have another problem. Not sure if I really want t get a bb, just cause it'll be difficult surfing the internet on it. I mean, if I use an andriod smartphone, surfing the net would become so much easier, don't you think so? But I already have an itouch, so how now?! And I still haven't thought of a good reason to persuade my dad to allow me to get the data plan. Been too busy these days with band and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, thoughts of joining culinary school has been in my mind almost constantly and i've been researching on some places which I could join after sec4, just for a few months. My passion for baking started since I was around 11 and it never did die away, fortunately. To state a concrete example, i'm baking with esther this sunday for rachelle's birthday! 16 cupcakes to celebrate rachelle's 16th birthday :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTD5-6_x2YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVCGRK4JtG8/s1600/16%2Bcupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTD5-6_x2YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVCGRK4JtG8/s200/16%2Bcupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562220399186532738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sweet sixteen in advance, Rachelle :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-806657847986604738?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/806657847986604738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=806657847986604738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/806657847986604738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/806657847986604738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/weathers-been-curiously-good-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TTD5-6_x2YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dVCGRK4JtG8/s72-c/16%2Bcupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1483432126439797853</id><published>2011-01-13T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:48:50.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back when I was in primary school, I used to get sharp stomach pains quite often, say twice a week? It felt like needles were being twisted in my stomach and all the way down. The pain would spread, sometimes going all the way to my heart, my hands. Since I was 12, I never did suffer from those pains again, and I guess I did forget that they ever existed. But today, feeling those familiar needles twist in me again, memories from my primary school days came rushing back and I could remember so clearly flashbacks from back then. Sitting in the classroom, hearing mrs cha going through the practice papers, all these memories suddenly became so vivid, so real that for a moment, I was sucked back into the past. And it is a past that I don't want to remember too clearly just because that period of my primary school life gave me so much pain. Thinking back, I realise how much i've changed and i'm glad, because who I was in the past isn't who I want to be now and in the future. Avoiding my primary school classmates isn't just due to awkwardness and shyness, but due to a more complex reason. A reason no one would ever be able to uderstand nor change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had told zongyao before, I disliked who I had been in the past and i'm glad i'm different now. Not planning to change my stand anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was considering deleting this post, but I figured it's time to let go of my past and move on. No one from my primary school reads this blog anyway, so it's fine :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I want the same wallet shit now how. It'll be so gay to have the same wallet! Need to visit MJ before the KS sale on the 22nd. Damn no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1483432126439797853?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1483432126439797853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1483432126439797853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1483432126439797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1483432126439797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-when-i-was-in-primary-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7634048906124798087</id><published>2011-01-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:10:34.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting my bb this coming monday hehe can't wait! Mum told me to think of a reason to persuade my dad to alllow me to get the bb data plan but I honestly can't think of a reason besides I just want it. My father's probably going to just ignore me and continue working uhh need t come up with a better idea soon! Maybe along the lines of- I need it to check data/google information during class projects? Such a lie hahaha we don't have have SIAs anymore! But ohwell he doesn't need to know that, does he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realised how easily writing comes to me as compared to lets just say, chinese. The enjoyment of crafting an essay or report breezes past and I always, always feel complete when writing. English only, mind you. I've always enjoyed writing and reading since young, but recently, I find that I've grown to like writing even more, especially when i'm free to manipulate the sentence structure and the vocab used. Just saying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height and weight tomorrow. So glad this time's weight isn't going to be recorded in our report book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7634048906124798087?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7634048906124798087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7634048906124798087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7634048906124798087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7634048906124798087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-my-bb-this-coming-monday-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6413860961099542931</id><published>2011-01-10T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T05:22:50.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I experienced yet again what it meant to lose control of what you've kept so tightly wound up inside of you. It's happened so many times I don't know if I can ever regain that knot which keeps my head above water and submerged in haze which dulls the pain and everything else of the world we live in. Feel so empty even though what I am physically is far from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for boarding school even if it's a month. Maybe being away from my house and everything i'm so used to would do me some good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so tired these few days. Even weekends don't help anymore. Can't believe i'm still in the second week of school ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, not very pleased with the two books I bought yesterday. That's what I hate about bookstores- you aren't able to get a gist of the writing style of the book before you purchase it. Uhh and when you realise that the book's not to your liking, your twenty bucks' flown away. Shouldn't they have at least a viewing copy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang/Hwachong havong home learning day on the 24th I think. So glad for this short breather. Thinking of having esther and Puijeng over at m house for a short baking session and also, to complete the chem online quizzes. Speaking of chem, I passed my chem prep heh heh heh so relieved I wouldn't have to see chong for the rest of this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding between a kate spade and marc jacobs wallet but I can't make a decision till i've compared both in real life and not just off the online shopping sites. Sister planning to get the Marc Jacobs one too so we might just end up getting the same one! Oh horrors of horrors I think better not huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6413860961099542931?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6413860961099542931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6413860961099542931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6413860961099542931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6413860961099542931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-experienced-yet-again-what-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-281258590170016805</id><published>2011-01-08T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:16:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE TWITTER NOW OMG SO HAPPY CAN FINALLY SAY I'M TWEETING HAHAHA I'M SO SUPERFICIAL CAN'T STAND MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com/tashawie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My username's so obvious really don't know what's the problem with me. But actually, I wanted wonderwie but it was taken. So, I stuck with my reliable old name. Never fails me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's birthday today, good cg time today, my day is complete :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, why do people want to lose weight before taking height and weight?! It's not as if the recorded weight would be their weight for the rest of their lives. Omg you can still lose weight after that right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's asos delivery got lost in the air hahahahaha but the asos team was really nice and they gave her an account of everything which happened, so everything's good now. Out with esther tmr to shop for puijeng's presents hahaha forsee an uh, enriching time HAHAHAHAHAHA omg love esther like crappp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-281258590170016805?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/281258590170016805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=281258590170016805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/281258590170016805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/281258590170016805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-twitter-now-omg-so-happy-can.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2661562409752050114</id><published>2011-01-06T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:28:06.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't understand what the hell is wrong with my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2661562409752050114?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2661562409752050114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2661562409752050114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2661562409752050114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2661562409752050114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-understand-what-hell-is-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6209754625276836050</id><published>2011-01-05T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T03:10:14.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy cow chem prep is over I feel like it's the start of the holidays all over again omg so obviously have not woken up from my holiday induced dream yet. Thought it was pretty alright but something which happened at the end of it pissed me off so bad I thought I would burst if I took the bus so I cabbed home. I really should check myself into cab rehab or something I can't stand taking buses anymore shit this is where all my money goes too. Cab fares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a twitter account soon just because I need a place to write in when I encounter all sorts of crap throughout the day. Had one before but I locked it and abandoned it after two days so that's history. But my future one's gonna be well used. Uh, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start school, the real stuff, tmr and i'm alr so tired even before that happens. It's amazing/devestating what two days of school can do to me. So, so tired I keep falling asleep in all the wrong places. Read pe briefing. So cold, so dark. What reason's keeping me from sleeping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Dark Swan an hour ago, so freaked out by that movie. Natalie Portman played her part so well, in every way possible. Uh except for the sexual scenes. Skipped those. But apart from the acting, I don't find the show extremely richly layered nor bizzarly complex. I find that there wasn't enough of the bringing out of the storyline's progress. Losing herself in a world so dark she can't find her old self back/goes mad is a part which could have been so much better elaborated on. But I find that the movie didn't bring that out enough. Still an enjoyable show overall :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6209754625276836050?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6209754625276836050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6209754625276836050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6209754625276836050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6209754625276836050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/holy-cow-chem-prep-is-over-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-653414158006436311</id><published>2011-01-03T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T05:57:27.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thought of waking up early makes me so tired even before i've gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, watching Black Swan on choo's ipod tmr during lunch! She downloaded it omg so excitedd even though I know it's R and besides i'm supposed to study for chem prep. But like what I said to choo before, f chem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tireddddd I can't even be bothered to check if my school shoes are wearable and if I have NY socks or if they've have all been misplaced :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still excited for Black Swan tmr! But school, no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-653414158006436311?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/653414158006436311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=653414158006436311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/653414158006436311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/653414158006436311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/thought-of-waking-up-early-makes-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3480560751152591469</id><published>2011-01-02T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:17:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2011 has began and truthfully, i'm not completely certain I want to begin this fresh chapter of my life as a fourth year student. A lot more stress and commitments should be what i'm expecting, but somehow I just want to push those thoughts outof my mind and do things which I really enjoy doing. It's time to grow up, people say. But really? At just 16, are we expected to be evrything our parents, our teachers, our friends want us to be? I'm not exactly ready, and I don't think many are. Pushing myself forward day by day is going to be tough, but i'm going to rely on God, on my willpower/motivation, if I have any, to get me throught this final year in Nanyang. Then, it'll be HCJC and a whole new chaoter in my life. &lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this year progresses and I suspect I wouldn't have time to even check facebook, let alone update this blog or watch the latest episodes of gossip girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Baoyi switched from Jiang to Han. Now I won't have anyone to copy chinese tuition homework and zuowens from. Oh no now how. Big ass problem ahead. And last night, I dreamt that my Jiang laoshi called my mum up and questioned my absence for the whole term last year save for 4 lessons. If that really happens, I think I can just die. Hell no that's gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake so bad but for now, chem prep test ): Planning to finish 2 chapters in an hour. HAHAHA BUT THEY'RE THE TWO EASIEST ONES. IONIC/COVALENT/METALLIC BONDING AND SEPARATION TECHNIQUES. SO EXCITING LOVE THESE TWO CHAPTERS! But tomorrow, oh boy here comes the real deal. Was actually planning to finish more than 2 chapters today, but I fell asleep from 12 to 7. Oh well there's always tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like there're a lot of tomorrows' left considering the fact that chem prep is on wednesday holy moley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TSCIa7x9_rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NbktjpsoYDw/s1600/chem%2Bpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TSCIa7x9_rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NbktjpsoYDw/s200/chem%2Bpicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557591936480444082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that's a faux. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3480560751152591469?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3480560751152591469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3480560751152591469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3480560751152591469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3480560751152591469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-has-began-and-truthfully-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TSCIa7x9_rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NbktjpsoYDw/s72-c/chem%2Bpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5400905081434998731</id><published>2010-12-29T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T06:18:36.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I nearly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt way more christmasy in malaysia as compared to town just because we were in a cozy dutch town which had an amazing light decoration. But that place was one hell of a tourist trap. Food was seriously overpriced and tasted average at best. But the room I shared with my brother was so quaint and cozy! Was planning to counsel my brother about the affairs of the heart(read: getting married before getting too old) but failed miserably because he was too caught up in his game of managing a soccer game hahahaha so amused by that he set the game to about 20 times faster so he wouldn't waste time and all the players were just zipping around the field so fast it made me dizzy! Love my brother so so much I can't imagine a better brother. But he always calls me his fat cat which makes me give the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather there was so bloody good omg reminded me of Taiwan's chilly air and oversized jumpers. Bukit tinggi wasn't so cold but fraser's hill was perhaps the best I could find in asia! Faher taught me tabletennis and I got the hang of it so fast! Felt so accomplished after that haha I suggested getting a tabletennis table in my house and my dad just laughed at me. Probably wouldn't get used, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people who study during holidays are nerds, whether they admit it or not. I mean, what are holidays if they study?! Plus, they would probably say oh I just flipped through the textbook, when others ask them about their holdays. Mark my words, it will happen. Just to get a headstart, they ruin their own holidays. What is the world coming to?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even study even though i'm sitting for chem prep test the minute school starts shittttt hate my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to catch up on everything i've missed these past few days now now now ohno so many things no need to sleep tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5400905081434998731?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5400905081434998731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5400905081434998731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5400905081434998731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5400905081434998731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-yes-i-nearly-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-304161994125542704</id><published>2010-12-29T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T05:29:07.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I IS BACK FROM MALAYSIA TRULY ASIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed band camp/farewell though damnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-304161994125542704?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/304161994125542704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=304161994125542704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/304161994125542704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/304161994125542704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-is-back-from-malaysia-truly-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1743920408818051401</id><published>2010-12-22T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:46:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been feeling real under the weather for the past week, really don't know what's up with my immune system. Catching everything from flu to fever to throat infections. Being unwell for such a long time made me miss so many excitinggggg events/band sessions like today omg had uniformly sized cookies to give to section/batch today but because of this I had to head back home without even stepping foot in school. I should start drinking vitamin water. Sounds good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother came back an hour ago, sister came back at 2am. We are one big happy family now hehe sister bought really random things from chinaland which are so cute! She got me this wooden dice which has a different household chore/classroom duty on each side and I keep getting the side which says REST/PLAY hahaha win. And she brought home this bag of awesome apple chips which we kinda finished in an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said we're going out for dinner tonight, going to persuade my brother to go eat jap instead of steak. Never liked western cuisine. So weird huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASOS package arrived a few days back but I wasn't at home so now I have to go collect it from the post office. So tired just thnking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about next year makes me more tired. Sec 4 will be the worst year ever I predict. Final year examinations plus SYF kill me now. But on a lighter note, at least the set piece doesn't have running notes hooray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot; my sister bought two bags from chinaland which is made from yak skin. I keep envisioning her carrying a yak on her back everytime she slings it over her shoulder. Too weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get more apple chips! Must exercise diet control when school starts. For now, I don't give a damn about what I eat because I know that when school starts, everything would fall nicely into place :H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have started thinking about my future last night and all of a sudden I realised that I don't know where i'm heading towards. Buisness medical language? I think I'll figure that out in due time. As for now, BAND BAND BAND SYF SYF SYF NEXT YEARRRRR oh and packing for malaysia! Having some christmas carnival in church tomorrow, family's cg setting up nasi lemak stall hahaha so uncreative. Think i'm gonna help out a little in the cooking process! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRL-EN4KRdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/06_oLLKAlPM/s1600/yak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRL-EN4KRdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/06_oLLKAlPM/s200/yak.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553780638899389906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is a yak. Wonder what kind of sounds it makes. Yak yak yak maybe? Heeheehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1743920408818051401?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1743920408818051401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1743920408818051401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1743920408818051401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1743920408818051401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-been-feeling-real-under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRL-EN4KRdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/06_oLLKAlPM/s72-c/yak.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4729814675377473314</id><published>2010-12-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T05:08:43.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who want/try to look like chinese barbie dolls freak me out big time. Do none of you feel this way too? I mean, it might be just me but somehow I always cringe when I see photos of the above on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have found an ingenious idea to keep my cookies from bumping into each other during the transportation process. Rolled up pieces of paper between stacks of cookies. Felt strangly like Jimmy Neutron(was my fav cartoon when I was young!) when I discovered this method. Though I actually highly suspect this method has been used for an eternity. But I refuse to google it to see if that's really the case because I don't wanna burst my own bubble hahaha act smart only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite thing in the world is my cookie scoop. Today I finally realised my dream of having stacks and stacks of uniformly sized cookies. Twas beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't be bothered to take a picture, but here's one from google hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRH3r2G4hBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ELcwcIHuKZc/s1600/cookie_stack_aqua_raffias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRH3r2G4hBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ELcwcIHuKZc/s200/cookie_stack_aqua_raffias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553492148155352082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's nicer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4729814675377473314?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4729814675377473314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4729814675377473314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4729814675377473314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4729814675377473314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-who-wanttry-to-look-like-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRH3r2G4hBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ELcwcIHuKZc/s72-c/cookie_stack_aqua_raffias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2184905041124734361</id><published>2010-12-20T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:02:40.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had yet another episode with my mother again last night and this time I tried making her feel bad for scolding me(for the wrong bloody reasons) and in the end she relented and made peace :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's shopping trip wasn't as bad as I had predicted but it was so very very tiring. So much so that I didn't even bother switching on my laptop when I reached home after dinner. Though also partly due to my mother freaking out over insignificant details which if I were a mother, would not give a hoot about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will be spent in Malaysia yet again with cg this year and uhh not really very excited. But the weather's gonna be good over there. At least, closer to what i was used to back in Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Wie coming back tmr. Can't wait to hear all about her trip to china land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crossing my fingers, hope to convince my father to go to Australia/Japan next year. Going to write out a vacation proposal hahaha sounds vaguely like geog sia? Ms yip would be proud of me. Putting my skills to good and practical usage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRBQzsMOWrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rFNbqgSJ9W8/s1600/tumblr_l8683fJnh31qd4hc4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRBQzsMOWrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rFNbqgSJ9W8/s200/tumblr_l8683fJnh31qd4hc4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553027189513804466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't understand why my mum likes to freak out so much over such small things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2184905041124734361?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2184905041124734361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2184905041124734361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2184905041124734361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2184905041124734361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/had-yet-another-episode-with-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TRBQzsMOWrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rFNbqgSJ9W8/s72-c/tumblr_l8683fJnh31qd4hc4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3730121600861569375</id><published>2010-12-19T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T06:28:53.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am this close to yelling at my mum, packing my bag and getting out of this house. Can't bloody seem to understand my mother these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling so angsty the past few days. It's like everything little single thing grinds on my raw nerves ugh driving me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum's still forcing me to go shopping with her and her friends and their daughters tmr(cg people). Please spare me mother. COME ON, NO BLOODY INTEREST. Esther could have come over to my place to bake for our section if I didn't have to go for that shopping trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, went to ToTT with esther/puijeng today and got a bunch of baking accessories haha felt so happy till I went into the car. Baked cookies at the Bake-and-Go station and they were good stuff Mmm but so not worthy of it's price tag of 12dollars for approx 15 small cookies. Ahwell it's the experience i'm paying for :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get ramekins to bake souffles in and theu were in such pretty colours! And a cookie scoop which cost a small fortune. Seriously, thinking about it now, WHAT WAS I DOING BUYING THAT MINI PIECE OF METAL AND PLASTIC FOR THAT PRICE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up, Tasha. At least you'll have equal and nicely shaped cookies from now on. So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQ4WbXnuq0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qds9IU_vv20/s1600/tumblr_l7uks1ODic1qdv6sdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQ4WbXnuq0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qds9IU_vv20/s200/tumblr_l7uks1ODic1qdv6sdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552400050047331138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3730121600861569375?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3730121600861569375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3730121600861569375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3730121600861569375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3730121600861569375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-this-close-to-yelling-at-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQ4WbXnuq0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qds9IU_vv20/s72-c/tumblr_l7uks1ODic1qdv6sdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-618649596367492099</id><published>2010-12-17T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:34:04.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQtmhgvVMkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/e_8LQh16eeQ/s1600/tumblr_lc0m020H9z1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQtmhgvVMkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/e_8LQh16eeQ/s200/tumblr_lc0m020H9z1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551643691574440514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-618649596367492099?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/618649596367492099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=618649596367492099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/618649596367492099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/618649596367492099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQtmhgvVMkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/e_8LQh16eeQ/s72-c/tumblr_lc0m020H9z1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2149394939006532481</id><published>2010-12-14T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T02:54:46.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY DOES GOOGLE KEEP AUTOMATOCALLY SWITCHING IT'S DEFULT LANGUAGE TO TAMIL?! SHEESH GOING MAD OVER HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2149394939006532481?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2149394939006532481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2149394939006532481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2149394939006532481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2149394939006532481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-does-google-keep-automatocally.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2516364996321039962</id><published>2010-12-11T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:18:34.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQR2aqGqxEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fHwTIsLAQ0M/s1600/tumblr_lcr2wtcHPf1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQR2aqGqxEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fHwTIsLAQ0M/s200/tumblr_lcr2wtcHPf1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549690841178227778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would give to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin's wedding later. Not keen on going would be an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;So very, very tired. Dreaming of people,no matter who, sucks the energy out of me big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2516364996321039962?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2516364996321039962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2516364996321039962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2516364996321039962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2516364996321039962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-would-give-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/TQR2aqGqxEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fHwTIsLAQ0M/s72-c/tumblr_lcr2wtcHPf1qd4hc4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8238450916503056113</id><published>2010-12-11T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:19:42.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I absolutely adore the rings my sister bought a few days ago. On the other hand, she adores the rings I got from Taiwan. Talk about sister love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Wie please don't come back from China looking like one of them. My school has enoughhhhhhh. Apparently China bans facebook there so ohwell, all the best sister wie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refused to send her off yesterday at 1am cause I was too tired, feel so bad now &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona side note, the simplified chinese book I got from Taiwan in an effort to try to improve my chinese has been left untouched except for 2 1/2 pages. Seriously, why do I keep getting lost and having to reread sentences over and over again?! I think I have some sort of chinese reading deficiency. Why then, am I in nanyang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a goddamn bloody whale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8238450916503056113?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8238450916503056113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8238450916503056113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8238450916503056113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8238450916503056113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-absolutely-adore-rings-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8184427170232307084</id><published>2010-12-09T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:06:14.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was this close to getting fred perry shoes on ASOS but decided not to since my brother had only 10% off instead of 20%. Wanted it so bad, bad enough to google it and find out where I can get them in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need/want so many shoes now ohno why is this happening to me. But i'm sharing most of them with my sister so it's not so bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get threadless shirts but my mum gave me a lecture in return, saying how I spend too much money. Should have bought without letting her know. And the designs were all SO SWELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do strength training with my brother now heehee I feel so happy after running with michelle today :&gt; Michelle came up with the most rubbish idea today she suggested that I should join track long distance on jc omg crazy ttm. Stamina dropped so much after taiwan I am horribly sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister going off to China tmr, brother going to Cambodia soon. At least i'm going to malaysia with my brother, sans my sister, after he comes back! On a side note, considering whether to register for a baking/cooking class at ToTT. But it's mega mega expensive. I mean, 3 hours for $110? So not worth it, considering reviews state that the lessons do have quite a few hiccups due to ToTT being fairly new. Now how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8184427170232307084?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8184427170232307084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8184427170232307084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8184427170232307084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8184427170232307084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/was-this-close-to-getting-fred-perry.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8233551926106204650</id><published>2010-12-07T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:34:44.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A girl with an incredibly sweet voice called my house and asked for my brother. And when I asked my brother about it when he came back, I swear I saw him blush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please let this be what I think it is. I need some sort of excitementttt in my life now hahaha I keep hinting to my brother about his future plans but my mum keeps telling me not to rush him lest he randomly finds a girl to date. I almost wrote lest he randomly finds a girl to hook up with, but I realised that it wasn't appropriate for this situation HAHAHA Really really really hope my brother steps his game up and uh, get married soon(thinking too far ahead, as usual. Start dating would be a better idea)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to digggg it out of him when we go to malaysia for the cg trip. Think we're staying in the same room, so there's a good chance for me to hijack his phone. Oh and pestering him till he gives me the answer I want SO BADLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I never did post about the 18 day Taiwan school trip but to sum it up, BEST FREAKING 18 DAYS IN MY LIFE. excluding all the fats. But really, I never did realise how much I missed my pangs until I went on the trip. All the sprints to family mart at unholy hours in fbts(the weather was freezing, but SO worth it!), sneaking out to watch Harry Potter, secretly using wifi on our ipodtouches during those horribly boring feiyu laoshi classes and whatnot. Miss it so so bad. And not forgetting the weather. Oh my I could live in that sort of weather and walk all day under the sunlight which made the cold air that much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this post dragged up all the memories which had barely sank below the surface, so now I'm missing taiwan more than ever. Not so much of taiwan taiwan, but more of the 9 of us, the weather, and the different life we managed to live whilst there. No stress, no commitments. Except love, fun and food(fats). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss those days really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8233551926106204650?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8233551926106204650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8233551926106204650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8233551926106204650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8233551926106204650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/12/girl-with-incredibly-sweet-voice-called.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5961527715433907155</id><published>2010-10-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:57:23.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have barely three weeks before I get out of Singapore and i'm not very excited to tell you the truth. The thought opf speaking chinese and only chinese for thirteen days makes me wonder if i'm going to die and rot away in taiwan. Ah well i'll just explain to them that my chinese isn't good. But I guess they can tell for themselves huh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, she's getting so scrawny she looks like a scarecrow my goodness. In photos on fb, all the bones?!?!! Can't believe it was her who actually said -- just barely two months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going running today. Uh, time to start after the long break due to exams. So motivated after seeing those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5961527715433907155?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5961527715433907155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5961527715433907155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5961527715433907155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5961527715433907155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-barely-three-weeks-before-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5726460021354434279</id><published>2010-10-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:41:31.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Motivation can bring on anything, hmm? I can do it. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hyped up now knowing that i'm going to start soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5726460021354434279?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5726460021354434279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5726460021354434279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5726460021354434279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5726460021354434279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/motivation-can-bring-on-anything-hmm-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8506487172657627139</id><published>2010-10-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:55:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've forgotten how awesome antm is. Cycle 15 is especially especially fun to watch. Conveyer belt/ 4 story high runways: too cool for words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love how Ann's so quirky yet awesome in photos. I mean,seriously? Top photo for 4 weeks in a row? Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8506487172657627139?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8506487172657627139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8506487172657627139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8506487172657627139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8506487172657627139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-forgotten-how-awesome-antm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2190986385548135758</id><published>2010-10-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:57:18.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then Hassan did pick up a pomegranate. He walked toward me. He opened it and crushed it against his own forehead. "There," he croaked, red dripping down his face like blood. "Are you satisfied? Do you feel better?" He turned around and started down the hill. &lt;br /&gt;I let the tears break free, rocked back and forth on my knees. "What am I going to do with you, Hassan? What am I going to do with you?" But by the time the tears dried up and I trudged down the hill, I knew the answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you a thousand times over. For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2190986385548135758?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2190986385548135758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2190986385548135758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2190986385548135758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2190986385548135758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/then-hassan-did-pick-up-pomegranate.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-9128985947086941476</id><published>2010-10-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:25:18.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times when I feel so alone,with absolutely nothing on to in my life. And that's when I start questioning everything around me. Including who I am and what I really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, I miss you so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-9128985947086941476?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/9128985947086941476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=9128985947086941476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9128985947086941476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9128985947086941476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-are-times-when-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2861107457475718151</id><published>2010-10-07T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:34:05.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two hours of language arts followed by two and a half of IH. Are they out to kill us or what. Why don't you tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a ton of stuff online with my sister, excited can't even describe how i'm feeling. Online shopping makes me forget everything, literally. For some reason, I don't really care that eoys are here. There's just this lack of urgency and motivation, hmm? Chinese was terrible though. Reading the passages got me so worn out and sleepy, I almost drifted off to sleep. Thankfully, there was water to keep me awake. That aside, I think my mum would get really pissed with me for skipping so many chinese lessons when she sees my results. But seriously, what good does chinese lessons do when all I do is stone through them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today was the new, though delayed, start and i'm feeling really good. If you thought that I would continue going down the slippery path, I'm sorry but you ought to reconsider your intentions- good or bad, it's up to you to decide. It's like telling someone not to do something when you've already started on it. That makes me laugh. A lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2861107457475718151?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2861107457475718151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2861107457475718151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2861107457475718151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2861107457475718151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-hours-of-language-arts-followed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4956571215293012615</id><published>2010-08-15T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:23:23.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to break out of it, I really really really do. But some things have to wait, wait till i'm strong enough to do it. A couple of weeks and hopefully i'll get there. Only then can the true battle start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I found out yesterday about a girl in my school who is like a fairytale, a dream, one heard about only in magazines. Not in real life. People who can never exist in my type of life. For a few hours, she made me lust over a whole bunch of things. But i know better than to get sucked up into her kind of m world because, i've been through that before a long time ago and it didn't do a hell lot of good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4956571215293012615?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4956571215293012615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4956571215293012615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4956571215293012615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4956571215293012615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-break-out-of-it-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-40137723837635957</id><published>2010-08-15T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:02:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so, so burdened after reading that. All this while, i've always thought that it was the seating that made us what we've became today. But only now do I realise that perhaps, it was my fault after all. Not all, i suppose, but part of it. Starting from now, I will try. I promise you i will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I cried after reading that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-40137723837635957?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/40137723837635957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=40137723837635957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/40137723837635957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/40137723837635957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-so-so-burdened-after-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7374216010140472614</id><published>2010-06-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:58:50.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am waking up at bloody 5.45am tmr. Talk about a fresh start. FRESH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not filed my LA, or any of my subjects for that matter. Well, neither have I started on revision, which everyone else is more or less half way through. FML. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is going to Korea on the 16th. Jealous ttm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7374216010140472614?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7374216010140472614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7374216010140472614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7374216010140472614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7374216010140472614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-waking-up-at-bloody-5.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-9178979622989951359</id><published>2010-06-18T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:57:29.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving for Malaysia tmr I am v excited, the most excited i've been for the longest time. Going on trips with my family gets me all hyped up nowadays, unlike my younger ignorant days when I used to hate going on trips. I guess stress from school/band/whatever crap did make me treasure family time more. Much more, infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched karate kid with yvonne today omg most awesome show ever i loved it x1000. I love these kind of shops which actually teach you something unlike those chickflicks which just make you go: huh what the hell was that. I love Will/Jayden Smith I guess like father like son, huh (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, happy fathers' day in advance daddy! I love you. Forever and ever more &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Fathers' day's gonna be spent in malaysia. How exotic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-9178979622989951359?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/9178979622989951359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=9178979622989951359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9178979622989951359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9178979622989951359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/06/leaving-for-malaysia-tmr-i-am-v-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3243362766179463260</id><published>2010-06-02T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:19:16.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baking with Esther tmr I am so awesomely excited :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kisi.smugmug.com/photos/404078282_Sb5uY-595x595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 595px; height: 491px;" src="http://kisi.smugmug.com/photos/404078282_Sb5uY-595x595.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking right now HAHA NO THEY ARE ALL FOR ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they'll prolly not turn out like that, huh? Maybe slightly uglier. Okay, and not so tasty either. And sans the icing, since I don't seem to be able to get the consistency of my icings right every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3243362766179463260?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3243362766179463260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3243362766179463260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3243362766179463260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3243362766179463260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/06/baking-with-esther-tmr-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-764991649035276720</id><published>2010-05-24T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:01:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was slipping&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I landed in a place which,&lt;br /&gt;burnt of retribution and hate.&lt;br /&gt;I tossed, I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke, covered in&lt;br /&gt;sweat slick as blood, sticky as fear.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back,&lt;br /&gt;I bit my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Till no more fear ran through me&lt;br /&gt;Till no more hate coursed through my veins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-764991649035276720?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/764991649035276720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=764991649035276720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/764991649035276720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/764991649035276720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-slipping-slipping-through-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6253041351760872008</id><published>2010-05-08T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:03:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have one week, just one freaking week left before the concert and my throat's acting up now. Everyone's falling ill now, but why me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, if I don't get well by wednesday/if my condition worsens into something more serious(which it usually does), i'm gonna get antibiotics just so that i'll be able to last through the week to the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I can feel a fever coming on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period during blocks was so horrible i think that studying for sec3 blocks is like studying for sec2 eoys omg i had to rush out my sciences and math in one and a half weeks, so we'll see how they turn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I feel a flu coming on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6253041351760872008?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6253041351760872008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6253041351760872008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6253041351760872008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6253041351760872008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-one-week-just-one-freaking-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4559995851280017080</id><published>2010-03-18T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:19:08.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A van nearly, just nearly, ran me down today. Scared the hell out of me. And the driver glared at me with his freaking bloodshot eyes. Whatever happened to gracious, considerate singaporeans?! &lt;br /&gt;If I had died today, I think I would have been quite sad. My lfe isn't all that happening just yet. Speaking of which, auditions are coming up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disecting fishes aren't that fun after all I realised. All I saw were guts and bloody puffed up organs. Should have done nutrition instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne just told me that there's chem and math and math sia and bio sia and chem sia all due this coming weeks. What kind of shit holiday is this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4559995851280017080?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4559995851280017080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4559995851280017080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4559995851280017080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4559995851280017080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/03/van-nearly-just-nearly-ran-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-9122015190469358286</id><published>2010-03-06T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T06:00:51.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBS in less than 48 hours! I am so excited I am shocked at myself. But anyway, went to get supplies today and it was so very amusing. The tiny little shop had everything i needed. I was telling my dad 'there're no long sleeved shirts here. Go to another shop' and the aunty who overheard magically whipped out a whole stack of shirts! And there was every single thing, down to ziplock bags! I loved that feeling. Like everything you requested, the aunty could find it and give it to me omg love that shop. AND THE LONG SLEEVED SHIRT WAS ONLY 4 FREAKING DOLLARS :O Mira told me it was 7 and then the aunty told me it was 4 and the lightbulb in my brain went off hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not packed yet. And i have cip tmr shit x10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-9122015190469358286?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/9122015190469358286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=9122015190469358286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9122015190469358286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9122015190469358286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/03/obs-in-less-than-48-hours-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-292271118666082585</id><published>2010-02-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:04:58.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY was quite okay i think. Maybe a little boring but at least there was good food and good people and good money HAHA but visiting unknown people was quite meaningless cause all I did was whisper how bored I was to my sister and eat and eat and eat. Eveything revolved around eating, which is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the movie my extended family chose to watch this year was good. Much much better compared to last year's. At least, it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to yixian's house on the third day omg damn fun. And i won money. HAHAHA FROM PLAYING TAIDI or however you spell it. I think I won 5 dollars. More? Probably more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the workload after cny is no joke. really. I have a million things to hand up next week and my hotmail happens to spoil right at this time. hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-292271118666082585?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/292271118666082585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=292271118666082585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/292271118666082585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/292271118666082585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-was-quite-okay-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2163580348837357025</id><published>2010-01-27T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:57:05.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took our height and weight today. I am v sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2163580348837357025?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2163580348837357025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2163580348837357025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2163580348837357025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2163580348837357025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-took-out-height-and-weight-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7921388275530381167</id><published>2010-01-25T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:32:41.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assembly today was freaky like hell. Oh chem too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during chem, mr chong totally announced to the freaking class that i'm always the one to fall asleep first wth. I mean, he meant it in a nice way but still! Then during assembly he was staring at every single freaking one of us to make sure that we don't fall asleep omg my eys were closing I couldn't keep them open, seriously. Then there was this time when he suddenly leaped out of his seat and in front of the first row and started staring at all of us damn closely wth I was like HELLO WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. Actually I don't dislike him, but today he was really really irritating. I mean, come on! So what if I sleep! There's nothing wrong with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're supposed to be doing chinese sia now but huang bo shi didn't allow us to do on food so now we're doing some crap cheem shit. Ugh disgusting old man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7921388275530381167?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7921388275530381167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7921388275530381167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7921388275530381167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7921388275530381167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/01/assembly-today-was-freaky-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3386181351838975809</id><published>2010-01-24T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:58:38.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tennis today was brutal. Instead of 3, I played at 4 and the sun was freaking blinding me. The ball that came towards me was glowing green omg I couldn't see anything cause everything was glowing. I think I was dehydrated or somthing it was horrible. I should find an indoor court but that's so wimpy. You know, like tennis's supposed to be an outdoor ball game. Outdoor. Mmm volleys are v scary. The ball kept hitting me! And it wasn't like a gentle touch, it was a full blown whack. It hurt like hell but I still had to concentrate and you know, hit the next ball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I saw lowyixian on tv HAHAHAHA on the ren ci show thing. The performences are really horribe I think this show is a failure ttm. The only thing i'm waiting for is the ny chinese dance one. Omg but it's taking forever and ever more to come on i've waited for close to two hours but they're still not on. I'm gonna tape it hahaha and zoom in on lowyixian's and sixian's and jolyn's faces and give the tape to them for their birthday or something i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving marshmallows. And gummy worms from the natural confectionery. The sour ones. Oh and b&amp;j's chocolate fudge brownie. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how someone like me can eat so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3386181351838975809?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3386181351838975809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3386181351838975809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3386181351838975809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3386181351838975809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/01/tennis-today-was-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2056655743574205270</id><published>2010-01-10T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:50:14.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness I am so damn excited now. I might be staying at the boarding school in march. Actually, not so much of might. It's more or less confirmed. AND ME CHOO PANG TRICIA ARE ROOMING TOGETHER OMG IT'LL BE LIKE, A 3 WEEK LONG PARTY! We're not actually exactly allowed to choose our room partners, but we're all gonna get our parents to write in and tell the management that we're all close family friends and that we must be in the same room for safety reasons HAHAHA are we smart or what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But omg can you imagine living with your bestest bestest bestest friends for three whole freaking weeks! That'll be like a major sleepover. Plus we can copy our work from each other so it'll reduce our workload by three quarters omg omg omg. But that'll probably not be such a good idea hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we can bus to island creamery corro everywhere together and play and eat and do everthing together! And when we finish school early on monday and wed we can go out since our house is just beside school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WONT HAVE TO WAIT FOR THAT SMELLY OLD DISGUTING HORRID 852 ANYMORE WHICH TAKES AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR TO COME D&lt; Instead, when I finish band at 6, I can stroll into the boarding school and take a nice long shower and eat dinner. If i took the bus, I probably wouldn't even have reached home by then. See. Boarding school is like awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm quite scared cause we all have to share one toilet and our clothes are gonna get washed by the laundry services there and i heard that the food's really bad D: But at least the good part is so much more than the bad part. Okay good good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tmr D: But there's band run in the morning! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2056655743574205270?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2056655743574205270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2056655743574205270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2056655743574205270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2056655743574205270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my-goodness-i-am-so-damn-excited-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1787647487029108404</id><published>2009-12-22T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:41:10.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a horrible day. Rushed everywhere like some mad dog. Tmr's gonna be worse. But at least i'll be rushing to Nat's christmas sec 2 party HAHAHA i'm dressing up as winx i have no idea how to, loo's dressing up as hannah montana. How smart of us to have been duped by shze the sly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chocolate chip oatmeal cookies weren't that successful, though my double chocolate chip cookies were awfully good. My jelly is more on the average side (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1787647487029108404?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1787647487029108404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1787647487029108404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1787647487029108404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1787647487029108404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-such-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6202238731543198182</id><published>2009-12-18T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:06:43.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Low Yi Xian is crazy. Seriously, crazy. She just went to Italy /Milan or somewhere in Europe i keep forgetting and then she came back not long before and now, she's flying off to Japan. Crazy, no??? How rich can she get ah you tell me. Okay lah house got private lift I know but stop flying to so many places, laoer! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Bon Voyage kay (: Miss us pangs ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6202238731543198182?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6202238731543198182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6202238731543198182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6202238731543198182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6202238731543198182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/low-yi-xian-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6888525835270864320</id><published>2009-12-17T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:06:12.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My chocolate muffins were successful, so i'm gonna try brownies next hahaha me and pang might be going to choo's house next thurs so i'll prob be baking brownies and what not to bring there teehee pang! brownies with ice cream and fudge, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement towards the once boring phuket trip is increasing as the days pass! Mainly because I heard my father telling uncle ben about the activities and stuff we're gonna do there. Oh oh we're going snorkeling and elephant riding there! Omg cool tmm. And I think we're going tanning. But it's quite weird to wear your swim suit and lie on the beach. Like obscene, no? So my sister said to wear a tank or something over haha at least mine's not a bikini like my sister's. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get diabetes sooner or later the way I eat candy. Raided the candy section in corro today with michelle hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6888525835270864320?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6888525835270864320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6888525835270864320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6888525835270864320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6888525835270864320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-chocolate-muffins-were-successful-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5323365880754964372</id><published>2009-12-11T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:56:00.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOEVER IS PLANNING ON WATCHING NEW MOON, PLEASE DON'T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New moon freaking sucks lah i watched it online (i didnt want to waste my 10 dollars!) and I was like going wth throughout the whole movie. By estimate, i fastforwarded almost half of the show! The only parts that were good were those which had Taylor Lautner in them. Robert Pattinson is just gross. Seriously, he should think of getting a tan after this whole twilight thing is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessments are over! Omg freaky ttm lah. The momment I walked into the room, my stomach suddenly started to ache freaking badly i have no idea why. Then for scale study, it wasn't too bad but i was like gasping for breath cause my heart was like galloping and I think more oxygen is used so I had less breath. Then i tell you, celine was super scary. She was staring at me the whole time i could feel her stare boring down on me i was so freaked out lah. I TRIED MY BEST to avert her stare and throughtout the whole time, i just stared at the stand/score but i could still feel everyone looking! Then for the solo piece, I was literally trembling by the end so I had weird vibrations on the notes HAHAHA and I was sweating! In an air=con room! Best lah best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band whild batch was discussing about farewell and stuff, I was just stoning with rachelle and jane lah. I have no idea why my parents have to plan trips at all the wrong times! I freaking want to go for farewell!!!!! Instead, i'll be in Phuket doing i have no idea what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5323365880754964372?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5323365880754964372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5323365880754964372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5323365880754964372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5323365880754964372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoever-is-planning-on-watching-new.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1624192753549589192</id><published>2009-12-10T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:21:14.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;strong&gt;ASSESSMENTS ARE TMR!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM SO FREAKING DEAD I DON'T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. OMG OMG OMG I'M LIKE SPASMING FROM NERVOUSNESS NOW AND I'M HAVING SOME SORT OF NERVOUS BREAKDOWN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDIgVzwYI/AAAAAAAAACU/R5nmv_9Iuco/s1600-h/erin+ANTM+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDIgVzwYI/AAAAAAAAACU/R5nmv_9Iuco/s200/erin+ANTM+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413611671731290498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. Actually looking back at Erin's past photos, I feel that she should have gotten into the top two instead of Laura. And to prove that point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDpaZqzTI/AAAAAAAAACs/yXgc3jswuEY/s1600-h/erin+ANTM+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDpaZqzTI/AAAAAAAAACs/yXgc3jswuEY/s200/erin+ANTM+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413612237072551218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDpFjJITI/AAAAAAAAACk/lIIbZS1QxwA/s1600-h/erin+ANTM+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDpFjJITI/AAAAAAAAACk/lIIbZS1QxwA/s200/erin+ANTM+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413612231475142962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDo-ZYNDI/AAAAAAAAACc/7i8Lk99sa2Q/s1600-h/Erin+ANTM+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDo-ZYNDI/AAAAAAAAACc/7i8Lk99sa2Q/s200/Erin+ANTM+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413612229555139634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1624192753549589192?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1624192753549589192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1624192753549589192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1624192753549589192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1624192753549589192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/SyEDIgVzwYI/AAAAAAAAACU/R5nmv_9Iuco/s72-c/erin+ANTM+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5893737355358785378</id><published>2009-12-10T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:08:01.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheryl choo is like the most spazz shit ever. Talked to her on msn today when she was in Italy and the first thing she told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH THE HOTEL RECEPTIONIST DAMN HOT !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR CHOO, &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STOP OOGLING ALL THE HOT ANG MOHS THERE AND JUST GO FIND ALL THE INTERESTING CANDY AND JELLYBEANS AND WHATNOT THERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, WIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5893737355358785378?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5893737355358785378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5893737355358785378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5893737355358785378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5893737355358785378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheryl-choo-is-like-most-spazz-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2980110861385072079</id><published>2009-12-09T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:49:41.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to get an organiser, fast. I can't seem to remember all the appointments and stuff so I can't arrange anything cause i'm afraid that there's gonna be something on that day. Hello i've alr cancelled/postponed 3 tennis lessons so far and I bet mr chin's like damn confused too. Ugh now I have to confirm with him if sunday's lesson is still on! But I don't know if i have anything on! My holiday schdule is so tightly freaking packed, it's even worse than my school schdule! D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is tennis still on/am I still available on sunday?!?!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2980110861385072079?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2980110861385072079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2980110861385072079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2980110861385072079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2980110861385072079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-to-get-organiser-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6634730102986890584</id><published>2009-12-07T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:21:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE SEC THREES ARE SUPER LAME -.-'' I THOUGHT RACHEL WAS A STALKER WHO STALKED ME AROUND BOTANIC GARDENS! AND HUIZHEN AND SHERLYN, HAIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZXZXZZXXZXXZZXZZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM UNABLE TO FIND A WORD THAT DESCRIBES YOU TWO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6634730102986890584?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6634730102986890584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6634730102986890584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6634730102986890584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6634730102986890584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/sec-threes-are-super-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3232219080488335120</id><published>2009-12-06T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:15:57.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting my ass to move off this chair and to go pack for tmr's band camp is such a tedious task. I have to move like how many thousand muscles lah. And I think i'm falling ill. I can feel my throat swelling up and I bet it's because I didn't drink enough water during youth camp. &lt;br /&gt;Camp was awesome but I came back early, which is today, cause of band camp. Missed bulletproof and gala night D: &lt;br /&gt;I think. That if my throat really acts up tmr, I might not go for the first day of band camp. Having to play my instrument when sick is a tortue indeed. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to pack for tmr just in case. The thought of sleeping on the floor for another night during band camp makes me wince. I don't actually think that my back can take it any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3232219080488335120?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3232219080488335120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3232219080488335120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3232219080488335120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3232219080488335120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-my-ass-to-move-off-this-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-481837803745753847</id><published>2009-11-20T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:12:09.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM CHOPPING MY HAIR OFF TODAY! DAMN SCARED CAUSE I THINK I'LL LOOK LIKE SOME WEIRD FREAK TOMATO. UGH HOW HOW HOW. STILL CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER TO CUT LONG SHORT OR SHORT SHORT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED VICTORIA SECRET RUNWAY 2008 WITH MY SISTER LAST NIGHT. FREAKING HELL ALL OF THEM ARE LIKE OMG OMG X100000000. OH MY SISTER JUST SLOUCHED INTO THE ROOM COMPLAINING THAT ALL OF THEM ARE DAMN HOT. TSK I STILL THINK MIRANDA'S THE PRETTIEST. OR CUTEST. SAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALET TMR! I'M SO SO BUSY I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO PACK YET. AND I STILL HAVE TO PUSH FORWARD MY TENNIS LESSON TMR IF NOT I CAN'T ACCOMPANY CHOO TO BUY BBQ STUFF FOR CHALET! ARGH THIS SUCKS. AND MALAO SAID THAT THE COURT MIGHT BE BOOKED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN 312 NEXT YEAR. WITH CHOO, YVONNE, ESTHER AND KEYE CHENG. AND I'M STILL WONDERING WHERE THE CLASSROOM IS. I THINK IT'S IN THE SCIENCE BLOCK, FIRST FLOOR. NOT VERY SURE THOUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL NERVOUS FOR MY SHORT HAIR! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-481837803745753847?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/481837803745753847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=481837803745753847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/481837803745753847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/481837803745753847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-chopping-my-hair-off-today-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8047831923039283791</id><published>2009-11-20T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:16:31.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Up to now, I still am unable to grasp the concept of 205'09 breaking up next year. Next year, 205'09 will no longer exist as a class. As a tightly bonded class. But just a name. A name that was used to call and identify us, the class that was the most bonded in the level. Next year, whenever I turn around in my seat, I won't be able to see all the faces that I love so much, the faces that had been around me during my happiest times. Whenever I want to find my laoda or laoer or any of the pangs, I will have to run to another class, and not just shout across the classroom. Whenever I go for lunch, I wont be sitting at the 205 table, choking on my food cause we're just laughing too much. These memories will never be replaced by anything, anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl choo is such an ass. Her main purpose of creating all those sad montages is to make us cry. I hate you, choo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet from sunday to tuesday. Will probably have to bring a truck of tissue. And it doesn't help that my throat is on fire now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8047831923039283791?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8047831923039283791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8047831923039283791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8047831923039283791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8047831923039283791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-to-now-i-still-am-unable-to-grasp.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3244572210945164289</id><published>2009-11-18T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:41:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOUBLE SCIENCE AND GEOG AND CLEP HAHAHAHA CHOO! YAY X1000 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca was quite fun haha I LOVE THE HOTEL AND THE TOILET AND THE BED OMG IT WAS SO DAMN NICEEEE! Me and choo were damn gross cause we were formulating a plan to exit and enter the bathtub at the same time so we dont see anything! But we still saw some things lah aiya whatever lah haha anyway we alr saw each other in our swinsuits omg there's nothing worse then that. FAT EH, CHOO!!! Oh and we ate so so so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY TWO OH FIVE, WE'LL NEVER WALK ALONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo was so so so embarrasing at the check point omg me and tricia were like laughing at her in the bus HAHAHAHA she is so stupid i tell you. Seriously. HAHAHAHAHA 'DOES YOUR BEAR HAVE A PASSPORT? IF NOT, IT CAN'T CROSS THE BORDER!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG HILARIOUS SHITTTT EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER CROSSING THE SCANNER THREE FREAKING TIMES, SHE FINALLY REMEMBERED TO PUT DOWN HER PHONE AND HANDBAG AND TO JUST YOU KNOW, WALK THROUGH THE SCANNER EMPTY HANDED OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHE'S DAMN FUNNY I TELL YOU. ME AND TRICIA WERE LIKE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA IN THE BUS AND I THINK SHE KNEW WE WERE LAUGHING AT HER! HAHAHAHAA TOO BAD, BEADED SLIPPERS(mrs teo)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3244572210945164289?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3244572210945164289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3244572210945164289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3244572210945164289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3244572210945164289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/double-science-and-geog-and-clep.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6838012286927564832</id><published>2009-11-11T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:01:27.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaking bored now omg I can't find anything to do besides fb-ing and watching retarded youtube videos. Nevermind, I shall go find recipies on cookies cause we're going to pang's house to bake tmr! At least I will not be rotting away at home. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6838012286927564832?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6838012286927564832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6838012286927564832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6838012286927564832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6838012286927564832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-freaking-bored-now-omg-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-9022779097595900833</id><published>2009-11-09T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:50:45.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swimming then shopping then tennis omg my life is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted like 3 hours today cause me and michelle had to go back to school just to get our instruments omg it was so retarded but when i came home i slacked my life away it was so freaking awesome i just sat there and stared into space or my computer or tv and like my brain isn't working at all i love this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to changmai or something and my dad said there's a hotel which allows you to fish from your room omg how gross is that! You'll have fish water in your hotel room which you'll be sleeping in haha but i think it'll be damn lot of fun can't wait ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major event next friday and it's so retarded but never mind. It's the novelty i'm going for. Then there's malacca with school next monday and my mum said the hotel we're staying in is really nice. But if there are like blood stains or something in the bathtub i swear i'm not gonna shut my eyes for a minute when i'm there omg malaysia hotels are all damn scary. Plus today my sister told me she watched some ghost show in school which was a live footage or a spirit attacking a woman or something don't know i'm confused but it sounded really scary and now my sister wants me to go sit in the room when she showers cause she's too scared HAHAHAHA then I told her to do the same when I'm showering cause i'm scared too haha losers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table is like this horrible mountain of worksheets and post-its and books and electronic stuff ugh my mum's nagging at me everyday to clear it but i'm just too lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today I came across this thing that said angela zhang whoever that is, is 158cm and 35kg wth what kind or slug is that! I bet she has like hollow bones or something. Eh wait. Actually compared to models she's normal. Cause Miranda Kerr's like 175 and 47 kg omg how can such people exist in this world?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antm cycle 13 is ending so soon! This cycle's damn short cause i think that the producers think that short people do not have potential to become successful models EH WHAT NONSENCE. They are like eliminating people randomly so that they can get this cycle over and done with tsk the last time they got her out during the interview thing and next week, two of them are gonna be eliminated! Anyway, episode 10 was really good. The challenge and photo shoot were all amazing and, BARBIE TOE! HAHAHAHAHHAHAA nicole was really good but i think erin should totally get kicked out, she is such a horrid person. But then again, Sundai wasn't that good either cause she only had one angle. But I think the producers just want to get her out cause she's too short! Hello, she's my height. How flattering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-9022779097595900833?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/9022779097595900833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=9022779097595900833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9022779097595900833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/9022779097595900833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/swimming-then-shopping-then-tennis-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-41079432736740071</id><published>2009-11-08T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:00:11.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG CHOO SMSED ZHANG ZHANG CHUAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'maoxin was totally embarrassed haha x) wanmei so emo i thot she rly cry o.o most twofivers dont want holidays D: cos that means we're not twofive anymore aw D:'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA AND HE REPLIED! HE REPLIED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'face the reality and brave yourself 4 the new future'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG HE'S SO CUTE HE SOUNDS LIKE A FORTUNE COOKIE! OMG ZZC! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMAFEST IS OVER AND SO IS TWOFIVE D: OMG I WANT MY TWOFIVE BACK DDD: BUT AT LEAST THERE'S STILL CHALET AND MALACCA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-41079432736740071?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/41079432736740071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=41079432736740071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/41079432736740071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/41079432736740071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-omg-omg-choo-smsed-zhang-zhang.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4225563204933470063</id><published>2009-10-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:31:23.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have bruised knees D: And they're swelling ever so slightly oh no that means I can't fall on my knees tmr during drama. &lt;br /&gt;Full dress tmr omg and I have not found my bimbo shirt to wear shittt okay bye I must go now now now&lt;br /&gt;HAHA malao. Your plan fell through (: Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4225563204933470063?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4225563204933470063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4225563204933470063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4225563204933470063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4225563204933470063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-bruised-knees-d-and-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6120261075531441403</id><published>2009-10-25T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:13:11.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's drama later and I'm so so tired. Mr Nick Ng's coming too and so if we don't do well, we'll probably all get scolded and I'm so scared. But there's class lunch later at kap before drama so that's good cause we can practice our lines first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I don't lke it when antm does covergirl commercials. I find them so dull so I end up just watching the last part to find out who got eliminated haha I like it when they do photoshoots. So much more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch my sister's keeper and the meatballs thing 3D. But all the pangs are really busy so we always can't find a good time for everyone. But I am determined! I will watch them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg results out tmr shitttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6120261075531441403?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6120261075531441403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6120261075531441403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6120261075531441403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6120261075531441403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-drama-later-and-im-so-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1339813148355042031</id><published>2009-10-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:59:54.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IAMTOOEMBARRASEDTOFACETHEWORLDNOW. PLEASELETTHEMREADTHEIREMAILSONLYAFTERTHEPERFORMANCEPLSPLSPLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW DRAMA. HATE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1339813148355042031?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1339813148355042031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1339813148355042031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1339813148355042031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1339813148355042031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/iamtooembarrasedtofacetheworldnow.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4084027155248359610</id><published>2009-10-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:06:15.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOYs ARE OVER! OVER! I AM FREE FOR THE REST OF THIS YEAR! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to burst my own bubble. But. DRAMA FEST! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE SCHOOL! I HAVE LIKE HOW MANY DAYS TO MEMORISE THE WHOLE SCRIPT! And if I don't memorise it properly, I highly suspect that Mr Nick Ng will totally holler at me when i'm on stage. Shit i'm damn scared. When he scolds the actors, he is damn scary. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me. CHUA YING YI PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE FROM NORTHLAND THAT I'M PERFORMING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG YOU I WILL JUST DIE IF ANYONE I KNOW COMES TO WATCH ME BE A COMPLETE BIMBO. PLEASE PLEASE I WILL BUY YOU CANDY FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR OKAY SO PLEASE PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antm ep 8 is still not out! I will check for it first thing in the morning tmr. Anyway, kara was eliminated in the previous round! And I thought that she would be in the top 3 cause she has amazing cheekbones. But Nicole's still in and she has become my favourite :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such an awesome and exciting and, fun day. I have limited vocabulary. Anw, the pangs walked allover orchard today it was so fun. Cineleisure then orchard central then some building. Oh and we saw freaking obscene things today, i was so grossed out! And they even showed us the positions! And we saw a thousand councillars and nanyang people in cineleisure it was so freaky and they watched the same movie as us and i think 60% of the people in the theatre were from nanyang. And malao's group was stalking us all around! It was so funny, I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ROOMING WITH CHOOCH FOR THE MALACCA TRIP HAHAHAHA IT'S GONNA BE SO FUN OMG I CAN'T WAIT :D  AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE CHALET TOO BUT ZZC CAN'T MAKE IT CAUSE OF BLOODY CHINA. wth 205 is so much better than bloody china. OKAY SORRY DIDN'T MEAN IT IN THAT WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame was a disappointment. Wasn't half as good as step up. But step up has channing tatum. I guess I don't have to elaborate much further.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is drama fest rehersal tmr. Ruined all my plans and JINYI! WHERE IS THE SCRIPT?!? I DONT SEE IT IN MY INBOX OHNO I HAVE TO FINISH MEMORISING BY TMR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4084027155248359610?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4084027155248359610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4084027155248359610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4084027155248359610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4084027155248359610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/eoys-are-over-over-i-am-free-for-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8799076938579654705</id><published>2009-10-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:46:29.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, our server guessed our age to be sixteen or seventeen. And needless to say, she was dreadfully off the mark. However, she was the funniest and most friendly server I have encountered. She was so nice! Unlike most snappy servers nowadays (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, geog D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8799076938579654705?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8799076938579654705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8799076938579654705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8799076938579654705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8799076938579654705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-our-server-guessed-our-age-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8794955903856315335</id><published>2009-10-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:54:48.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody history is over. Like, finally. Mr mackintosh is freaking sucky. He told us the paper was easy wth. Esp the key words thing, bloody hell it sucked lah. I didn't even know we had learnt such a thing. And, for the essays, my points were not points. They were passing statements which obviously won't get me any marks. Screw history. But now, CHEM is the next on the list. Actually, chem and physics and bio and geog and math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8794955903856315335?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8794955903856315335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8794955903856315335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8794955903856315335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8794955903856315335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-history-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2270832667903833067</id><published>2009-10-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:23:53.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I HAD TO STUDY FOR CHINESE. READING 7 LONG CHINESE PASSAGES AT STARBUCKS ALMOST KILLED ME. I SKIMMED THROUGH 21 PAGES OF NO-LINE, WHOLE BLOCKS OF CHINESE CHARACTERS UNTIL MY BRAIN WAS SWELLING I SWEAR. I REALISED THAT WHEN I SEE OR HEAR CHINESE CHARACTERS FOR OVER AN HOUR, I TEND TO GO A BIT CROSSED EYED. I MEAN, WHO DOESN'T? IT'S CHINESE FOR GOODNESS SAKE, CHINESE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S CHINESE TMR AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE FORMAT FOR GONG HAN OR WHATEVER CRAP. OKAY BYE I SHOULD GO STUDY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. starbucks did help a little. imagine if i had to study in school omg my brain vein would probably have burst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2270832667903833067?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2270832667903833067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2270832667903833067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2270832667903833067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2270832667903833067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-first-time-in-my-life-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7399955314137046937</id><published>2009-10-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:33:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this strange sudden impulse to go play monopoly. Maybe it's my screwed brain's way of dealing with grief and stress D: zzc's reply was so funny yet so so so sad because it probably will be the last time we laugh or smile over him again D: Omg zzc!! D: we should totally be like tabby's class and dedicate a performance to zzc too when we're sec 3 or 4 (; &lt;br /&gt;I want all of them back. Ms teng, zzc, even mr tan D: I would give anything. Anything. &lt;br /&gt;Okay except chooch and pang pangs and 205'09 &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7399955314137046937?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7399955314137046937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7399955314137046937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7399955314137046937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7399955314137046937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-this-strange-sudden-impulse-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1486583013776240450</id><published>2009-10-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:08:04.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am freaking dead for eoys and drama!! I am Kelly! Freaking Kelly! The one who has to be super high and bimbotic and later turns emo and eventually fades away into non existence! Oh it's because I have a split personality, and it so happens that my emo other self is cheryl tan! Haha I think it's going to be fun, but stressful, no doubt. Eh but I can't get why I was chosen. Do I even look the part?!? The best logical reason was because in my graded group play, i was a similar bimbotic character. But that doesn't make any sense! I suck at acting! due to the fact that I can't keep a straight face for nuts -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took class and pang clan photos today. I AM SO GOING TO FREAKING MISS MY AWESOME TWO OH FIVE! ): but at least there's still class and clan chalet to look forward to! And I am so so so so dead for eoys cause firstly, there's always history and secondly, I have not started on sience. I hate chem and physics. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1486583013776240450?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1486583013776240450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1486583013776240450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1486583013776240450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1486583013776240450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-freaking-dead-for-eoys-and-drama-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5727985163880527769</id><published>2009-09-30T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:51:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG DID ANYONE FEEL THE TREMOUR! DAMN SCARY I HID UNDER MY STUDY TABLE, THINKING THAT MY HOUSE WAS GOING TO COLLAPSE. I AM VERY NERVOUS NOW COS I THINK THAT IN SOME OTHER PART OF THE WORLD, ALOT ALOT OF PEOPLE HAVE DIED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5727985163880527769?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5727985163880527769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5727985163880527769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5727985163880527769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5727985163880527769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-did-anyone-feel-tremour-damn-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-46021442904249866</id><published>2009-09-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:32:21.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why fann wongs wedding was Indian themed. It so does not go with her. It just made the wedding look odd. What a waste of my time when I could have been watching antm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-46021442904249866?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/46021442904249866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=46021442904249866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/46021442904249866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/46021442904249866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-no-idea-why-fann-wongs-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8501713947941612284</id><published>2009-09-26T05:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:35:39.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling very very awkward now. My brothers cg is in my house and I am reduced to eating my dinner in the study room. How can I eat in the dining room when they are in the living room! The study room is so going to smell of food since the air con is on. And with them around, I can't concentrate on rivers! It's umm, the goeg topic. Anyway, the new ep of antm cycle 13 is very very nice. Go watch! Attempted to rewatch it again on my iPod but I think the system's different so couldn't find it ): oh and liyi booked a very very very nice chalet for our class chalet at the end of the year!!!! It's so spacious and cool but I think the pictures might be nicer than the actual thing. Then again, liyi did go down personally and she said it was awesome. So, yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8501713947941612284?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8501713947941612284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8501713947941612284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8501713947941612284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8501713947941612284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-feeling-very-very-awkward-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7027786899549777118</id><published>2009-09-22T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:13:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A SWOLLEN EYE! TRICIA TOO! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smacked into Tricia during softball omg damn painful. Was running to the base but tricia caught the ball and both of us stepped onto the base at the same time. AND both of us are around the same height, so our cheekbones slammed into each other. So now it hurts to smile too wide ): But tricia's worse! Her spectacles cut her cheek aww sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7027786899549777118?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7027786899549777118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7027786899549777118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7027786899549777118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7027786899549777118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-swollen-eye-tricia-too-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6747304261543542585</id><published>2009-09-22T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:19:59.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basket my ipod is taking damn long to charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6747304261543542585?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6747304261543542585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6747304261543542585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6747304261543542585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6747304261543542585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/basket-my-ipod-is-taking-damn-long-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-498603731690997421</id><published>2009-09-21T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:06:35.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am TRYING to read the chinese passage that we have to write on tmr. And I am reading one word at a time so that I won't get lost in the tsunami of chinese characters that are staring me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is like, my worst enemy in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-498603731690997421?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/498603731690997421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=498603731690997421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/498603731690997421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/498603731690997421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-trying-to-read-chinese-passage.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8851833278648260570</id><published>2009-09-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:09:34.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness the adults are having cg in my house HAHAHA and they are attempting to sing an upbeat hillsong song. Which is totally unlike the slow songs they sing. And they are very very very funny cause only Uncle ben is singing and the rest are just clapping along! Hahahahahaha its probably because he's the only one who knows! Goodness gracious he just said: EH I ALSO DUNNO THE WORDS YOU KNOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why it sounded so weird! The adult cg is so cute ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are advancing! Like a force of nature but faster and stronger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dragons are cute ttm. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8851833278648260570?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8851833278648260570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8851833278648260570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8851833278648260570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8851833278648260570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-goodness-adults-are-having-cg-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7755781348825031324</id><published>2009-09-16T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:50:01.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHYSICS FREAKING SUCKED LAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but when I sit for the physics paper, I just seem to forget everything I studied(not that I studied alot) and everything I do is wrong. Wth lah. Freaking pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they should give us normal pupils for the assembly! Not those freaky smart studens with fat portfolios. How do we even connect with them! They just went on and on about math and science programmes when I will never ever take those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh will probably get a single digit for physics. But whatever lah I'm not going to take physics next year so who cares. Fail for all I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7755781348825031324?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7755781348825031324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7755781348825031324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7755781348825031324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7755781348825031324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/physics-freaking-sucked-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1297112476325839062</id><published>2009-09-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:48:21.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sore throattttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I justfound out that I have not finished my homework(la and history) so I am very dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just die now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh this is such a weird post but whatever. My throat hurts too much now and its affecting my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1297112476325839062?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1297112476325839062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1297112476325839062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1297112476325839062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1297112476325839062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-sore-throattttt-and-i-justfound.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7037169074782879632</id><published>2009-09-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:30:00.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Newspaper cutting cip on friday was very very tiring. Went dead halfway through but i didnt fall asleep on the bus! But I think it was my annoyance at my ipod songs that kept me awake. My songs are all so boring! I have to fix my itunes. So I had to change songs every 5 minutes and I couldnt fall asleep knowing that gross music was playing haha. Oh wait. I think I fell asleep when we reached khatib. eh did i? omg im losing my memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am very(x100000) dead for eoys. Hello its less than a month more and I have not started yet. Bt its not my fault lor. How can they expect us to finish our work AND study within this short week! And I feel like its only monday but in actual fact, its saturday. No, sunday. Its 12.23 now ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father amused me today by buying some lcd screen which looks exactly like a tv for me to attatch my laptop to. Its so big! Apparently its to help my eyesight since everything is so much bigger and clearer compared to my laptop. But it does take up a lot of space on my desk ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is aching. I must go and lie down now. Bye bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I must blog about this. My Jiang teacher changed!!! My last one was pregnant and she didnt want to teach anymore!! OMG I didnt even know she was married! But all the better. My current one is so much more lively compared to the last one who was so dull and boring and kept asking us to read louder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she always wore weird clothes to class. Like an orange jumper. She looked like a hairless orang utan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7037169074782879632?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7037169074782879632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7037169074782879632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7037169074782879632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7037169074782879632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/newspaper-cutting-cip-on-friday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4637801033098068634</id><published>2009-09-07T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:05:47.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAND OUTING TMR AT ECP(i think that it sounds like some emergency thing but whatever)! SPENT MY WHOLE NIGHT TODAY BAKING COOKIES WHICH I THINK ARE TOO SWEET. BUT ITS OKAY. SUGAR IS GOOD FOR YOU :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS FEELING VERY WORRIED TODAY. BECAUSE PANG XING TING(LAO DA) WENT FOR A TONGUE OPERATION! SHE WENT TO DO SOME WEIRD THING TO HER TONGUE COS IT WAS TOO SHORT!! HAHAHA AND NOW SHE CANT SPEAK FOR AFEW DAYS AWW. WANTED TO VISIT HER IN THE HOSPITAL TMR WITH CHOOCH BUT IN THE END WE FOUND OUT THAT SHE WENT HOME ALR -.- GET WELL SOON LAODA! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY TIME TO SLEEP! I HAVE TO WAKE UP V.V.V EARLY TMR CAUSE I HAVE DECIDED TO WALK TO NORTHPOINT INSTEAD OF SLUMPING MYSELF IN THE SCARY AND COLD BUS (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant decide whether to wear shoes or slippers. Probably slippers cos I can go into the sea with them (: shoes are annoying when wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4637801033098068634?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4637801033098068634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4637801033098068634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4637801033098068634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4637801033098068634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/band-outing-tmr-at-ecpi-think-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2329234590582336695</id><published>2009-09-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:21:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lj account! Actually it was created by choo so that I can read her posts haha. Anyway the url is: WONDERWIE! Power, eh? Hahahah just to remind you again, it was cheryl choo. I think that explains everything haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2329234590582336695?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2329234590582336695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2329234590582336695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2329234590582336695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2329234590582336695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-lj-account-actually-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7451133872142887701</id><published>2009-09-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:16:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/Sp3xOnL5HEI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZMC6wxyPI-Q/s1600-h/CHOWCHOW+xD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/Sp3xOnL5HEI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZMC6wxyPI-Q/s200/CHOWCHOW+xD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376718763489565762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/Sp3xKKjJgAI/AAAAAAAAABk/IbitZbjIvhs/s1600-h/ZHANGZHANGCHUAN+(HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/Sp3xKKjJgAI/AAAAAAAAABk/IbitZbjIvhs/s200/ZHANGZHANGCHUAN+(HEART.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376718687083003906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DOESN'T SUM UP TEACHERS' DAY AT ALL BUT STILL CUTE RIGHT! &lt;br /&gt;ZHANGZHANGCHUAN &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7451133872142887701?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7451133872142887701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7451133872142887701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7451133872142887701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7451133872142887701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-doesnt-sum-up-teachers-day-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa0VEs5V94E/Sp3xOnL5HEI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZMC6wxyPI-Q/s72-c/CHOWCHOW+xD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4458024175651568707</id><published>2009-08-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:40:58.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA THE 7 OCLOCK SHOW WAS SO FUNNY! EVERYONE GOT PREGNANT! INCLUDING THE OLD MOTHER! EWW! HAHA BUT AMUSING. AND THE SHANZAI PERSON DOESN'T LOOK SO PROUD ANYMORE BUT XIUYA BECAME UGLIER, WHICH IS WEIRD BECAUSE THEY PROBABLY FILMED IT DURING THE SAME PERIOD OF TIME. OH BUT DANFENG BECAME PRETTIER. THE OTHER PREGNANT ONE TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with tricia xing ting liyi yixian choo teng on friday to get presents for teachers! We got a buildabear for zhang lao shi! And we got really toot clothes and shoes for the bear and the bear looked identical to zhang lao shi, apart from the fact that zhang is funnier and nicer in terms of character which the bear doesnt have. Cant be bothered to write anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to northland on monday. Not really excited idk why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabflower club was totally an UNCENSORED show. The words they use... holy cow! Freaking gross! But quite funny overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amused by the 7 oclock show. I feel embarrassed for the old mother. Her son and grandson would be of the same age! Ewww! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers went to Marriot on friday for the dinner and they claim our school is poor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4458024175651568707?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4458024175651568707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4458024175651568707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4458024175651568707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4458024175651568707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahaha-7-oclock-show-was-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7576764359509897992</id><published>2009-08-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:07:13.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM HEAVILY IN DEBT. HORRIBLE HORRIBLE DEBT. BUT PEOPLE OWE ME MONEY! SO THERE IS HOPE FOR MY FINANCIAL FUTURE! YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7576764359509897992?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7576764359509897992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7576764359509897992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7576764359509897992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7576764359509897992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-heavily-in-debt.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8016920480952046124</id><published>2009-08-24T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:49:00.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JAMIE! I HAVE FOUND OUT THE REASON FOR OUR RED PEARLS IN THE SOYA BEAN DRINK FROM MR BEAN THAT DAY! BECAUSE IT WAS FOR NATIONAL DAY! Even though it passed so long ago. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am very sad. I don't know why but I feel like time flies by much too quickly this year and the last. I still remember Tianhui passing down and then.. NOW THE SEC 4s HAVE PASSED DOWN! ): It seems like Tabby and Chingying had only been our sl and asl for like a month but in actual fact, it has been 8 months. Unbelievable, really. The passing down kind of gave me a waking up call that I'm now like a senior and stuff and that I should set a good example for all my juniors. But it's quite impossible considering my playing cause i'm just too lousy for words. I seriously don't know how i'm going to cope with almost half of the section gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new sl: SHERLYN!&lt;br /&gt;        new asl: BEI SHI!&lt;br /&gt;        comm member: HUI ZHEN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing. This year's passing down made me feel so much sadder than last year's. I feel like crying even though it was like last friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assessment this week is so making me feel worse cause I'm seriously dead. Esther! Lunch prac is off cause I have lit circle! NO NO NO NO NO!!!! HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8016920480952046124?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8016920480952046124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8016920480952046124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8016920480952046124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8016920480952046124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/08/jamie-i-have-found-out-reason-for-our.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-2623937277731520949</id><published>2009-08-10T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:39:23.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post blocks life is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - G.I Joe The rise of Cobra with choo yeeteng jamie malao qisan. Show was awesome, neoprints were retarded like anything. Whoa amazing day but had to rush off from band and was 10 minutes late for the show. Me choo malao had dinner at Pasta Mania amusing conversations HAHAHA almost chocked dont know how many times -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Ice skating with section! Chia and Esther had blisters and my feet hurt like crazy haha had to hobble around after that. AND IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I FELL DURING ICE SKATING OMGOODNESS BUT I FOUND OUT THE FALLING MAKES ME QUITE HAPPY. Hahaha me ahma Xinyun fell in a chain haha ahma pulled Xinyun then she pulled me heh. Oh and me chingying sandy sat on the cute merry go round which I have always wanted to sit since young! Quite retarded but still fun! I sat on the octopus i think. Idk haha. Recipie printing machine, expensive art center(crazy, really), weird soft toys etc etcc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-sun - Malaysia! Photos on fb but I think you shouldn't see them cause they're like, spastic. And I mean really really realy spastic. Esp my sister. Besides that, Malaysia was boring. Only bought dvds and magazines(they are so much cheaper there) and food. Nothing much to buy. Do you know how ahlian the clothes there are? Even the shoes are ahlian. Me and my sister were like dying laughing at all the clothes. Oh! I bought a very cool present for malao. And I bought like 10 sticks of bubble yum, which I realised, had a new flavour: Hershey'schocolate, which also made me realise, that bubble yum is produced by hershey's! Isn't that like the most amazing discovery ever?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Spent almost the whole day sending songs from my sister's itunes to mine. And its only half done. Tsk I didnt know having an ipod touch was so troublesome -.-'' But fun all the same (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-2623937277731520949?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/2623937277731520949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=2623937277731520949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2623937277731520949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/2623937277731520949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-blocks-life-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7388488974042375822</id><published>2009-08-02T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:33:16.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE ROMEO AND JULIET ALOT. AND I AM VERY STRESSED OUT. BUT I AM PROBABLY LESS STRESSED OUT THAN CHOO WHO HAS GONE BONKERS TRYING TO READ HER 50 PAGE INFO ON ROMEO AND JULIET, THAT DAMNED BOOK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THURSDAY, WHICH IS A LONG WAY MORE. STARBUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7388488974042375822?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7388488974042375822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7388488974042375822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7388488974042375822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7388488974042375822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-romeo-and-juliet-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-1614649314060140684</id><published>2009-07-24T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:39:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT. I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ROGER FEDERER'S DAUGHTERS(TWINS)!!! HAHAHA I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS JAMIE AWWW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY THIS IS PRETTY COOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jamie actually said that she wanted to marrry fed's 'son'. That was before she knew that they were girls :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THIS IS SO FUNNY I CAN'T STOP FEELING AMUSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-1614649314060140684?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/1614649314060140684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=1614649314060140684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1614649314060140684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/1614649314060140684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-6356594334352589079</id><published>2009-07-24T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:54:42.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was like, the best day ever. Woke up to don’t know how many smses hahaha then when I reached school choo teng Jamie gave me the build-a-bear bear. CUTEST THING EVER I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU GUYS YAY HAHA MY BEAR IS WEARING NOTHING BUT A PINK BATHROBE AND CUTE BUNNY SLIPPERS.  Oh and it got molested and stripped by so many people tsk tsk all the perverts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and THANK YOU EVERYBODY WHO GAVE ME PRESENTS AND CARDS AND WHATNOT HAHA AND THANK YOU THOSE WHO BOTHERED TO SEND ME A SMS AND THANK YOU THOSE WHO WHSHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY ALL OF YOU ;DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was also the day I blushed the most -.- ” I told choo not to do anything funny but choo will still be choo. Heh the class sang happy birthday for me in the freaking canteen where there were like how many people omg I was so embarrassed! And after that they still teased me for blushing (apparently my ears turned red too) but anyway, you guys are like the best people ever :D Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Oh then I received an sms from my brother saying: eh happy birthday! What present you want?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha he’s so funny can. Fancy asking me what I want for my birthday on my birthday itself haha but in the end he said he’s gonna pay 100 for my ipod touch. Okay so that’s my birthday present -.- walao eh. Haha but its quite good actually. I can save my moolah (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most embarrassing thing happened after band.  When the band sang happy birthday right, I was like super super super embarrassed. Oh and esther said my ears turned red again -.- hahaha :/ But you know when they started singing I didn’t know it was me then I somemore started to sing/clap along you know!!!! Oh man oh man it was SO EMBARRASING.  Probably even more embarrassing then the canteen scene haha but it was reallyyyy nice of them haha didn’t really expect them to sing (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I should put the names of those who gave me presents and cards right. If not I’ll be like letting them down. Hahah ok I’ll just say some. Thank you Choo, Yee teng, Jamie, Ying yi, Yvonne, Xing Ting, Tricia, Liyi, Yi Xian, Yu Jun, Eunice, Esther, Chia ying, Michelle, becca, Mira(sweetest sms ever) etc etc etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep sorry if your name isn’t there eh :/ I can’t type all haha okay bye bye I’m going to watch the 7 oclock show (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY. Maybe even my month ;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-6356594334352589079?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/6356594334352589079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=6356594334352589079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6356594334352589079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/6356594334352589079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-like-best-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8917216355856388843</id><published>2009-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:05:39.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother came back yesterday! Haha went to the airport to fetch him at 11.30 pm and guess what. He bought me the ipod touch! I was smiling like some idiot and I saw this ang moh person look at me like im some sort of crazy person. Haha! But, I have to pay him back cause no matter how much I persuaded him into paying for me, he still went 'No cannot. You pay me back 250 dollars' -.-''eh but thats alr very cheap leh. In singapore the 16 GB one is like 400 plus can. Hah but it's my birthday soon! And he's earning so much money! Can't he just pay for me. Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today the taxi driver told me that he thought I was a poly student cause I was tall!!! Hello tall what tall -.-'' and he was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8917216355856388843?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8917216355856388843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8917216355856388843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8917216355856388843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8917216355856388843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-came-back-yesterday-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-3382494425683107214</id><published>2009-07-15T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:36:40.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so disgusted with google. They always give me sick pictures when I try to find some nice decent pictures to put in my chinese SIA presentation. Sheesh seriously! And I typed the word cartoon behind it! The google people should have some rule that such pictures shouldn't be put up onto the web so as to prevent small innocent kids like me from seeing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the burger king ad that they complained about, I didn't even get the message until they explained it on the papers. That ad was so freaking gross. Come on! It's burgers for goodness sake! What do they think they're advertising for? And I think only gross people think of such things when they see the ad. Normal people like me just don't get it ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-3382494425683107214?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/3382494425683107214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=3382494425683107214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3382494425683107214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/3382494425683107214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-disgusted-with-google.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-559239343863612256</id><published>2009-07-11T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:10:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yy told me that choo has a new nickname haha! It was created by Me Nick Ng. Eh almost all her nicks are created by him -.-" Anyway she's now called little Q Mo. Isn't it cute. It reminds me of the pearl thingy in bubble tea haha ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just realised that my birthday always falls near blocks. But never mind we're gonna watch Harry Potter after blocks hah! But I think i'm not going to understand anything cause i've never watched a harry potter show before. What loser. Haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-559239343863612256?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/559239343863612256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=559239343863612256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/559239343863612256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/559239343863612256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/yy-told-me-that-choo-has-new-nickname.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4218188709290605562</id><published>2009-07-09T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:33:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the type of day that made me wish I could dig a hole in the ground and crawl body-first into it. If the ground wasn't concrete I would have done that, I swear. Seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so screwed for blocks. I need my chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took our height and weight two days ago. I'm so freaking short and fat. I think i'm shrinking for goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4218188709290605562?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4218188709290605562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4218188709290605562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4218188709290605562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4218188709290605562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-type-of-day-that-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-7775653038263652756</id><published>2009-07-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:19:15.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel pretty gross now. My back hurts and my stomach hurts and my neck hurts and my ankle hurts ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go watch friends/gossip girl to make myself feel better. &lt;br /&gt;Actually that's just a lousy excuse to slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-7775653038263652756?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/7775653038263652756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=7775653038263652756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7775653038263652756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/7775653038263652756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-pretty-gross-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-8203563770516636534</id><published>2009-07-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:03:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school was fun. Fun in the sense of us always missing lessons cause our teachers are sick or something. HAHA. We had like 2 hours of lessons on Wed! And we had interesting and extremely amusing conversations during lunch haha but I cant say cause it's too long ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh choo uploaded an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S on her ipod haha and we were watching it during pccg. Then mrs siew came over to ask us if the ipod was new and to tell us super nicely to keep it haha she's so nice! And I didn't want her to know we were watching friends haha so I said we were watching a documentary on whales! Hahahahahahahaha and choo stared at me for like a split second before bursting onto laughter haha yea that was fun. And umm, I think mrs siew actually believed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for pccg we were supposed to role play some scenes and my group chose the short skirt scene and I had to be the one with the short skirt! What rubbish! Liyi shouuld have been the one cause she's so skinny! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA was one of the most amusing lessons of the day. We went through the first scene of Romeo and Juliet and that scene was like the sickest. So Mr Chow was like really embarrassed haha and there was this sentence 'Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh'. And the word stand was a sexual pun and Jolyn didn't know what it meant! Haha and Mr Chow was too embarrassed to tell her so he just told her to read the fine print at the bottom of the page where all the meaning of the words are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You all don't read the fine print at the bottom of the page? But that is where all the juicy things are!!' --Mr Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA my whole class laughed for 5 mins I think. And me and choo were like omg did a teacher just say that?!? Hahaha it was totally unexpected. These are the things that make school fun :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There he is. The father of my child and the porn king of the West Village."&lt;br /&gt;--F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Choo's favourite phrase out of the whole episode (: &lt;br /&gt;And she kept repeating it to me over and over again -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-8203563770516636534?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/8203563770516636534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=8203563770516636534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8203563770516636534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/8203563770516636534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-of-school-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-4117409333976130556</id><published>2009-06-25T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:07:04.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm a direction freak. Choo told me to take a bus to her house from tampines interchange but I ended up opp Dunman Sec so had to cab there in the end ): Then... (im too lazy too post so just read choo's recount!) Hahaha ok its gonna be a bit -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://f-adingexistence.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had pizza for lunch! And I fell asleep on the bus on the way home. And I meet a lot of freaky people at Tampines Interchange today. Like seriously freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister has a break from sch till next wed! ): What nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-4117409333976130556?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/4117409333976130556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=4117409333976130556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4117409333976130556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/4117409333976130556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-direction-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406195892777251838.post-5885965110412238265</id><published>2009-06-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:57:54.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY BROTHER BECAME A FAN OF FELICIA CHIN ON FACEBOOK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE DID ACTUALLY MENTION THAT SHE WAS PRETTY ON THE NINE OCLOCK SHOW BUT STILL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA MAYBE MY BROTHER IS GROWING UP AFTER ALL. BUT HE SHOULD STOP THINKING OF BUYING BIG FAT BLACK UGLY CATS AND CONCENTRATE ON GETTING A GIRLFRIEND. OR MAYBE CONCENTRATE ON HIS TRAINING FIRST. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER HAD BETTER NOT READ THIS BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406195892777251838-5885965110412238265?l=the-victorydance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/feeds/5885965110412238265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406195892777251838&amp;postID=5885965110412238265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5885965110412238265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406195892777251838/posts/default/5885965110412238265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-victorydance.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393665640990531306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
