<?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-35784158</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:19:29.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Dance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35784158.post-116308423959492182</id><published>2006-11-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:57:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i blog? hmm. i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i will. i've been watching animes for quite awhile already. but i stopped as soon as i started working. all were great animes. but out of all. this anime: Shuffle! it's now my favourite. i cried. yea, i know, i'm a weeny. but what the heck. i do need to let out some stuff at times. so yea. it's really great. damn, i can watch it over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so work started. it's tiring, it's tough, it's boring, and it makes you work the hell out of it. but i'm not entirely hating it. in fact. i think it's kinda good and fun. well, i have my day off every monday, other than that. i'll be working. oh. i also took leave for camp. so i guess all my negative thoughts about work were just crap. work can be fun some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. enough for today, and for a long time too i guess. i going now. till the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`Shuffle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116308423959492182?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116308423959492182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116308423959492182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116308423959492182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116308423959492182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-blog-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116166462399308080</id><published>2006-10-24T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:39:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was really cool. went to school and stuff and later a few of us just decided to skip classes so turn out that we only went for chapel and nothing else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we went to watch the sec 2s' play their interclass games. quite alot of awesome team play and jaydn's team won 1st for soccer. not bad, not bad. waited for him and sean for so long then finally left for marina square to meet up with JT. so we were susposed to buy some accesories and pants for our dance crew with the vouchers we won during the sept holidays. but we ended up bowling, playing LAN and watching the prestige. my god, bowling was retarded. everytime we striked or spared we had to do a move. and the first time i striked i tried flaring. and i finally got my second round! damn happy man! but on the whole it was like fooling around and stuff. LAN isn't worth mentioning. i just lost. i'm not a dota player. then the prestige. god. it was a damn confusing show but it was damn nice. ONLY if you get it. Xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so after that then we went to do what we originally came to marina square for. bought the pants for our crew but not the accesories. there's nothing suitable yet. ate dinner. then went to take a look at our new breaking spot on top of marina square during the night time. it was so much better than the afternoon. too hot in the afternoon. so yea. the first crew outing of KamiKaze`. not bad, the crew bonded. so i've gotta go now. going to meet them soon. -cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;piercing through the whitewash&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116166462399308080?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116166462399308080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116166462399308080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116166462399308080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116166462399308080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-really-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116152486465836347</id><published>2006-10-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:50:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got back my results on friday. quite surpirsed by it. passed subjects i thought i'd fail. so the only subjects failed are A and E maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woah Cool! Rio Ferdinard just scored against Liverpool at 66th mintues! it's 2-0 man! haha. Liverpool you're going down as expected. `noobs~ lol. you must see that goal. striked at the top left corner. amazing goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to watch Death Note after school. movie was nice but i didn't really enjoy myself. stupid bitches behind and beside me making a hell lot of noise and kicked my chair. well the next one's coming out on Dec 28th. [Death Note `the last name]. but i already know whats gonna happen. someone's gonna die. and L's that lucky person. but will go watch it. i support them you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. slacked the whole of yesterday and had fun today. my Flare improved even after not practicing for weeks. soon i'll be able to Flare non-stop. caught up with a few friends and then left for dinner. sigh. i vomited out what i ate. don't know why. who cares, i'm feeling better already. i wonder what shit we'll do tomorrow at school. i guess there'll be havoc. it's that gut feeling i have again and usually it's right. we'll see what will happen tomorrow. man. i'm fired up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;embrace the future i imagined.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116152486465836347?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116152486465836347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116152486465836347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116152486465836347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116152486465836347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-my-results-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116108758744255549</id><published>2006-10-17T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:55:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0.O i thought there was school today then i didn't go. turned out there really wasn't school today. good thing i didn't go. otherwise i would be like some jackass standing outside school wondering what the hell is going on. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then again there's school tomorrow... i shall not go. haha. well, the day was fine. slacked at home and stuff. played games here and there and then i recieved a call around noon. i was to go to isetan for the comfirmation interview. the hell that is but heck, i went anyways. they kept me waiting for awhile and i thought they were going to leave me hanging. then the HR manager finally came. interviewed me and explained quite alot of stuff to me, working information and yadda yadda. man... i have to freaking wear those formal shirts, pants and shoes to work. can't even wear jeans... nevermind, i shall do it for the damn good pay and experience. i figure it'll be best to start out young. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so i got accepted and i didnt know who to break the news first to. so i went up to some random guy and said i got accepted to work at isetan. retarded huh? i don't even know why the hell i did that. so laugh at me or whatever. i don't care. bet you people also done retarded stuff before. haha. yea. just finished cleaning up about the whole house except the living room. so i'm gonna finish up my work now. i just can't leave the place looking so damn untidy. well then. -cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;the world like the one i've seen in dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116108758744255549?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116108758744255549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116108758744255549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116108758744255549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116108758744255549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/0.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116084645859489668</id><published>2006-10-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:24:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up a few hours ago. bleah. i'm not sleepy and i don't know what to do. guess i'll be able to finally blog about the fun we all had yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well yesterday was really cool. we headed to habourfront right after our final paper. because some went home to get their stuff so we stopped by vivo city to check it out. boy, it was huge i tell you. we didn't even finished walking one quarter of that place and we decided to give it up. man, i swear that place is paradise for those hardcore shoppers. haha. finally some place to satisfy their hungry hearts huh? met up after lunch and went to cheers to get some snacks for later. you don't want to buy stuff at sentosa. it's a rip off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally. we changed as soon as we got there. then a few of us jump straight into the sea. kheng hao was so into making this wall or barrier. he was kinda using it to protect his feet from getting wet from the sea water. then they made hell lot of noise while making that thing. damn funny. after that jun ping and timon went to rent a kayak. it was fun. kinda like reliving OBS again. we didn't bring and soccer ball and stuff so we didn't really know what to do. after awhile we decided to play tagg! you might think it's really lame but gosh. we enjoyed ourself so much. i guess even the simplest game with friends can make everyone happy. at the last round i was the tagger and jon chua went to jump into sea. i chased him out to sea. i had to catch him. he was the last. but really, it was damn tiring trying to tag someone in the water. well i finally tagged him and we were all dead tired already. so we went to wash up. stupid wong was singing while he was bathing! he was damn clown man. haha. and so, all 9 of us squeezed into alex's car. dropped off at habourfront and went to jason's house before the bbq party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meet glenn and gilbert and took off to mos burger. i just realised gilbert's sister workes there so he had free food... lucky bugger. went to walk around to kill time and finally headed out to alex's house. we were damn retarded on the way. we were singing the main theme for fast and furious! it was really damn retarded. all our low voices imitating high voices. it just sounded damn off. for me, it was the first time at his place. so i was really amazed. he had a pool table. own mini theatre. and other really cool stuff. he even had a disco ball. when i saw that. i really wanted to dance right away. but it was too early. we danced later. when we were all high. not drunk yet. just high. no one really got drunk. everyone was just high. at about 12 we died down. watched 3 movies straight and then we all slowly fell asleep. one by one everyone just died down. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so thats was it. trashing it out one whole day with friends. there's more to come too. i guess we really know how to slack. haha. thats damn bad. yea. whole day was cool but i got yelled at as soon as i came home. ignored &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and went to sleep. i think i slept so soundly. i drooled. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt; and i just don't know you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116084645859489668?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116084645859489668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116084645859489668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116084645859489668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116084645859489668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/woke-up-few-hours-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116082007022442258</id><published>2006-10-14T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:01:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just came back from my teacher's place. finally home after 1 whole day of madness. bleah. i miss my bed so much already. guess i'm going to go sleep now. i need my rest. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good night~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116082007022442258?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116082007022442258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116082007022442258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116082007022442258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116082007022442258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-came-back-from-my-teachers-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116075692057829819</id><published>2006-10-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:30:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoo hoo! having so much fun at my teacher's place now. gosh i think that we're all getting drunk. even now we're still screaming. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways. i'm gonna go back and have fun some more. later~ (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116075692057829819?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116075692057829819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116075692057829819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116075692057829819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116075692057829819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoo-hoo-having-so-much-fun-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116066841428341725</id><published>2006-10-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:56:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bleah. my dad thought i had school today so i had to leave the house like every other school day otherwise he would have kept me home. so i was kinda deprived of more sleeping time cause i didn't have school. but on the whole i enjoyed myself. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were susposed to meet at 9 to play soccer again. but since i left the house at 6 plus i went to take a random bus and ended up somewhere near ikea. it was something to do to kill time. i didn't want to wait like some blur block. so i arrived there the first. met up with the rest and played at the other court. then we went to play with the acsi ib boys. we played like shit. so many of us got injured and glenn suffered the worse. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was already past noon when we stopped. went to wash up and then followed shannen to meet shafiq for a movie. we wanted to get someone else so amrit came to the picture. we were all expecting that bugger to wear his boots, blings and etc. but he came with just a white tee and jeans. so we went to get tickets for you, me and dupree knowing it was nc-16. we got the tickets and thought that we would be let in already. we were wrong. the old men checking the tickets were damn strict. didn't let a single one of us in except shannen. so we planned to sneak in but then amrit had to do the stupidest thing. he climbed over and he got found out by the old men. what a dumb ass. seriously. the timing and everything was perfect. he just had to go in without crouching down and give himself away. so he ran away like a dog and he went to take the lift. tell me who takes a lift when he's freaking running away from somthing?! that dumb ass was such a clown. so shafiq and i were laughing like some retards and talking about that shit amrit did. he did escape but the manager was looking for him. so he laid low and we changed to watch world trade center instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the movie was good. just hate that fucker who told us to shut up. he himself was making bloody hell lot of noise. so i left after walking with them to wheelock place. i didn't want &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;to give me any shit you know? but i really enjoyed myself. i swear that the shit amrit did was way better than watching you, me and dupree. that son of a gun was the highlight of the day. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;i'll continue towards the painted future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116066841428341725?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116066841428341725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116066841428341725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116066841428341725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116066841428341725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bleah_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116065806349377231</id><published>2006-10-12T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:01:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man. watching world trade center was really damn emo. it made me think of lot's of stuff. like how i should really treasure this life i have. even though it might be really shit and stuff. and like how i shouldn't neglect the people around me. the movie was like a great big lesson on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the starting of the movie already made the whole mood serious. there wasn't any mood for us to fool around. watching the two main characters of the movie surviving the whole day trapped in the rubbles were damn touching. though they were just stuck there. unable to move and stuff. they battled for their lives. helping each other by talking to each other and making sure none of them fall asleep. it really was damn mortifying. i should be ashamed of myself. sigh. i guess i'm really blessed. i wanna pray for the many lives that were lost on that day. god, let them rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea. the whole movie just struck me. i guess i've learnt alot of stuff through the movie. it's a really meaningful movie. if you have the chance to watch it please do. it'll seriously be an impact in your life. so yea. the choice is up to you. i can't say much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;can you still see the light?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116065806349377231?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116065806349377231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116065806349377231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116065806349377231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116065806349377231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116058096451217901</id><published>2006-10-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:39:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screw what happened this morning. i wasn't going to let it spoil the rest of my day. yea. well what happened after the papers were cool. we all had fun and stuff and yea. i enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yea. we went to kick ball straight after the exams. i went alone cause i freaking missed the bus that i was waiting for. but i had to satisfy my tummy you know? haha. i swear that when i got there i thought i wouldn't have a chance to play cause it was damn crowded there. and i thought my day was going to get worse. but yea. i was wrong and we did get to play. the whole deal was cool though i didn't play as well. hah. adriel was damn dumb. getting a nose bleed from his own ball deflection. good thing it wasn't serious. i didn't want to leave the place with someone injured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afterwards afew of us went to nigel's place. i was just following the crowd and we ended up swimming. lol. well through out the whole time we were all laughing. doing really dumb stuff. damn! we almost got glenn's undies off. haha. it was only untill after we all finished swimming then &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; called and gave me shit again. so i left earlier along with shafiq. i hope he enjoyed breaking fast just now. well i bet he definitely did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what happened at home isn't worth mentioning. even now &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; still scoulding me. and you know for what? staying up to use the computer while waiting for the laudry to finish spining. like what the hell man? i really have nothing to say about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;em&gt;and you were just staring this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116058096451217901?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116058096451217901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116058096451217901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116058096451217901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116058096451217901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/screw-what-happened-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116056409196114165</id><published>2006-10-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:07:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's official. no more exams. just fun, sun and relaxing the day with pals. whew. well it's really time to celebrate but sigh. woke up and my morning was already shit for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it's my fault i woke up late and didnt set the alarm. i was sleepy last night and i do make mistakes. mind you i'm not perfect and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; expect me to be the perfect son. screaming &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; head off at me for making the slightest mistakes. why have me when &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;don't even treat me like a son. it's as good as not having me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were already going to hit me and give me that shit beating i always get. i'm glad i did everything to avoid &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;and didn't get whacked&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but still. you scoulded me like a dog. damn it. and in the car &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;continued to scream at me. even attempted to hit me and drive the car into stuff. what the hell is wrong with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? i rathered i gone to school late than have all this shit happen to me in the morning. well in the end both of us are in the wrong but i just don't like the way &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;handle the whole situatation. it just makes me feel fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh. i still have that respect for &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; being my father. but there's a very thin line that seperates the whole thing. cross it and that's it. i wont be there to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; anymore. &lt;em&gt;you'll &lt;/em&gt;just&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lose me as a son. so yea. it just sucks having such shit happen. ah fuck it. i don't give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116056409196114165?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116056409196114165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116056409196114165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116056409196114165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116056409196114165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116048431725031991</id><published>2006-10-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:22:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. they made me freaking start the lit paper late today cause i came late for school. sigh. school systems are screwed up. i arrive on the dot and they won't let me in claiming i was 20 minutes late. so i only had like 1 hour to do the damn lit paper. screw the prefects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well screw exams. who likes them anyways. tomorrow's amaths and i havent got a thing prepared. instead i went to play soccer. bleh. i was shit in the first game and i got rammed in the face &lt;strong&gt;again. &lt;/strong&gt;thanks alot ying qiang you damn bull. but in the second game i'm proud to say i rocked. i was the playmaker passing every ball to the striker only having him screw up every shot. man we could have won 10:2 but we lost 1:2 to lower sec. sigh. at least there was a consolation prize for me. our goal only came to be thanks to me and i did a bicycle kick and wowed everyone. it was cool. edmund went 'i never know u could do shit like that.' hah. it was fun and i got a really nice golden brown tann for myself. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came home and settle down. and i didnt do work till now...sigh. i think i'm still feeling shitty. i guess it was cause&lt;em&gt; he &lt;/em&gt;was at home. i can never have peace in my mind when &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;is around. thanks alot for giving me a hand to screw up my papers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`it was fun. but i guess it wasn't meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116048431725031991?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116048431725031991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116048431725031991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116048431725031991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116048431725031991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116047081916929953</id><published>2006-10-10T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:35:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is to leon tan. who's probably going thru the same shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've read the post you had about me. this ones for you. if you ever come across it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sorry about the same layout. i rather simple and clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. life's like that i guess. there's ups and downs and stuff. but as u said. sec 3 boys gonna have some outing. yea i'm gonna go. you too i guess. so lets just make some fun shit out of that day. just think about ben chong and the stuff he'll do. i'm sure we'll be laughing. we go through different stuff but same experiences. doesnt matter whose situation's worse and stuff. just get on with life after everything. people are there for you man. they're gonna root for you i'm sure. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. these stuff also applies to me huh? look for me if you ever wanna play ball. i live around the area and might prove to be a challenge heh. yea. so pray and keep the faith. you'll do well. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116047081916929953?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116047081916929953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116047081916929953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116047081916929953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116047081916929953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-to-leon-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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-35784158.post-116046929198793158</id><published>2006-10-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:07:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bleah. i hope i can settle down with this blog. made this blog to jot down stuff going on my life. be it good shit or bad shit. i don't care. just maybe next time when i look back at the entries. i could have a laugh at myself. here goes~ (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35784158-116046929198793158?l=dancing-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/116046929198793158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35784158&amp;postID=116046929198793158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116046929198793158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35784158/posts/default/116046929198793158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-solo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01947059335985050471</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>
