<?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-3862342217078175377</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:55.042-07:00</updated><category term='club'/><category term='amala'/><category term='confessions of a shopaholic'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Rose birthday'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='ace'/><title type='text'>Danse-ur life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-6980764437902987275</id><published>2009-04-12T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:13:02.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things I Like About You..!</title><content type='html'>1) Ayan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840995676889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/SeIVLbv7oDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GfXND5bHqYA/s320/ayan.bmp" border="0" /&gt; One of the latest tamil movies in which my favourite hero is starring in, s-u-r-y-a.. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SURYA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love his acting, his movies, his passion for acting, his dedication, his commitment, himself. Awesome guy. More about him in another entry yea.. Hmm, No reviews on this movie right now. For you (my dear Indian friends) to watch yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my sister Nithya, her boyfriend Shashi and friend Jabba (as you can see in the picture below). We ended up window shopping in.. Kiddy Palace! Haha. Now, a little game for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842353100738498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/SeIWaci_z8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/l7BDdtpLYoI/s320/DSC02968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find any? I couldn't. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My first facial treatment.. OUCH! Every moment of it was painful. I teared so much.. *Sniff sniff* Now my face has so many marks. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nope there's no pictures NO WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "Thats how it is at the start. It'll be better" says my mom everytime she sees my face. Hopefully hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Badminton!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Body Pain!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;)):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323845556502121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/SeIZU6JZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8nwex5dQ9q0/s320/bmtn+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The last I played badminton was in Sec 4. Such a long gap and I was back at it again last Monday. Ping (Ms Kwa my PTN), Lee Yan, Jovis, Aileen, Dexter and Me. Damn nice to play and sweat it off.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nice smell also.. Good treat for all my fellow travellers in the MRT. Hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323845851818659234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/SeIZmGSWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jhykfRe0p6M/s320/bmtn+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4) I'm Burning Up, Burning Up for you Baybeh.. I enjoyed singing along when I went for the Jonas Brothers Concert movie! Syawal and me went for it last Thursday. It was in 3D! Cool stuff. I liked the glasses we had to wear to get that effect. My lips are sealed, Jonas fans &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can hear you screaminggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , watch it yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Toodles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-6980764437902987275?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/6980764437902987275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-so-long-didnt-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6980764437902987275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6980764437902987275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-so-long-didnt-blog.html' title='7 Things I Like About You..!'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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/_GKDjeUrywfo/SeIVLbv7oDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GfXND5bHqYA/s72-c/ayan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-4631558568675206946</id><published>2009-03-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:57:16.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>My Love Love!</title><content type='html'>Hello0o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog for just a few days and there are more things to tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Amala's birthday the day before yesterday! **30th March** You must be wondering who is she. Well, she's one of my best friends! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have three best friends altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319564643576681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/SdLj2-wdk_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/C61Dlg4rVlw/s400/144346207l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmm.. I shall tell you more about her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive known her since kindergarten. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wow, thats like almost 3 quarters of my life till now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. I was friends with most of them there as well as Amala.. But wasn't very close. There were a few memorable incidents though. They had Indian Dancing there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It was sthg like a CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And of cos, I was part of it and Amala was too. There's this picture of me and her I so wished I could scan and show you.. But she will kill me for sure! It was taken for one of our performances. She was kinda exposed. Hahas. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your gold outfit rmbr? Shall I sabo you anot ah? Hmm, for me to decide. SOON. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was once I was playing with the scissors and running around the classroom when I accidentally cut her finger. Best part was, I didn't even realized I cut her. She didn't cry too. But stupid teachers unnecessarily brought the issue to the supervisor. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After some time, Amala was on MC for quite long. When she came back, she had a huge bandage around her forehead cos she had met with a road accident. Her story was quite "Oh my Gosh!"-ish. When she was on one side of the road, the car was pretty far away. So she ran across but as a result of her miscalculation.. *BANG!!* She told me that she was being dragged by the car by her clothes I think before the car came to a halt shortly. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh my god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When she got up, she had a deep cut on her forehead and was bleeding. But she bravely told her parents that she was alrite and tt she wants to go home. Wow. Till now, she is still the same old, Amala. With guts. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we lost touch in different Primary Schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we met again in Jurong Secondary School ((: I got so excited when I saw her at the bus interchange on the first day! I was relieved as well that I don't have to enter the school looking blur and lost, now that I had a company. Little did I know that my first few years of relationship with her was going to be sour. We didn't quite get along at the start, during Sec 1 and 2. I dono how it was for her but I regretted going to school everyday cos of that. Sigh. Then it turned out to be better for me in Sec 3 and 4 when she understood me better. Everything was fine after that. She became my bestie. And I love her loads.. till today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we are in different schools, She in Ngee Ann, Im in SP. But we still keep in touch. But there was sthg that happened recently that upset me so much. She went for a trip to Vietnam for 10 days.. and she didnt tell me. Hmm.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to her birthday. Me and 2 of my sec sch frens went to another one of our friend, Sathya's house &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He was our schoolmate in Jurong Secondary School and also her neighbour, living just 4 floors above her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to celebrate her birthday here. Sathya cooked a few dishes and baked a cake too. The cake was really nice &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Good job! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but the &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dishes were a little too spicy.. H&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahas. I bought amala a nice, feminine, flowery, spaghetti top. So NOT her but she still has to wear it! At least with a cardigan on top. Hmm besides all that, had fun seeing her and talking to her after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I missed her loads. Great to have her back again ((: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Loves.. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-4631558568675206946?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/4631558568675206946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello0o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/4631558568675206946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/4631558568675206946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello0o.html' title='My Love Love!'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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/_GKDjeUrywfo/SdLj2-wdk_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/C61Dlg4rVlw/s72-c/144346207l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-6051553351108794880</id><published>2009-03-29T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:06:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Attention to all Ice-Cream Lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318594288289650002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9xU3ntFVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uHRGkiZ6IvU/s400/Chocolate+Macadamia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-6051553351108794880?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/6051553351108794880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6051553351108794880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6051553351108794880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement-announcement.html' title='Announcement Announcement!'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9xU3ntFVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uHRGkiZ6IvU/s72-c/Chocolate+Macadamia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-2674507807851736155</id><published>2009-03-29T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:32:55.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayshree Susanna's Bdae BASH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know what, today Im gona super back track.. all the way to 13th March 2009. It was my closest cousin Jayshree's 21st Bdae Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little intro abt her. Since young, we kinda didn't clique. Always fought. Most of the times cos of me and my big mouth. And both of us were hot tempered so no one will give in. But as years went by, our relationship turned out to be a much sweeter and precious one. She became &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my best friend, my closest cousin, my mentor, my idol and my darling angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Someone&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;very very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe some ppl say we super look alike? Hmm. Here, Be my judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318586602645536226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9qVgXWveI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tBsI4DCOMdc/s320/Picture+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a surprise bdae party.. Entirely organized by her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It wasn't only a happy day for her, but for every single person who attended the party. Due to circumstances, her family did not celebrate her 21st. But her someone special put in so much effort and made it so grand that, even if her parents had organized it, it would NOT have been this great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not joking, not exaggerating. It the truth. Cos everyone there were people who were very close to her heart. Whereas in a party organized in a hotel, big ballroom or sthg, how many ppl out of those hundreds have close relationships with you and bless you heartfully on your bdae? Thats the difference. The GREAT difference. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You'll always be blessed for your good heart. Love you loads and loads and LOADS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was blindfolded during the drive to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576273483704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9g8RPRKbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_4vydOdt52c/s320/2582_61205855473_691650473_2009655_5685071_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she reached the chalet and saw what was awaiting her, she was kinda touched.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aww.. Dont cry swthrt (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318578366005955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9i2EfcylI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hsQQpgBA60Y/s320/2582_61205910473_691650473_2009665_5498663_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's her someone special! See the big thing covered in blue cloth at the corner of the pic? Wana know whats that?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318576729170086834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9hWyzXi7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kgIlZ9LrOIE/s320/2582_61205945473_691650473_2009670_1779655_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Treasure Chest! It's filled with 21 presents on her 21st birthday! All by her someone special. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sigh.. How lucky you are. *Snorts* Okok. I better stop being jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579758835118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9kHJLzM0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SAr1BMraZps/s320/chest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And that's me feeding her the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318577404070582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9h-FAL2qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ay3_jMerm1k/s320/2582_61205985473_691650473_2009677_7586606_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the card I did for her.. It reads "J" and "Shree" (in tamil) in green and silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318577662543509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9iNH47uYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-deRn8VgmPw/s320/2582_61214650473_691650473_2009792_4361281_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that cake cutting and feeding sessions, we had dinner, games and of cos the Dance Floor! Woo.. Sweating it off. In a dress sumore! But nvm la.. still had fun. Hahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever some good stuff happens, some bad stuff accompanies too. Jus like her bdae. She went home the next morning only to get scolded by her parents for not returning home early. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WTH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She's already 21 for god's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If she were to leave her house again to go back to the chalet, which was what she was planning to do, she will be locked out. They won't celebrate and will not let her celebrate too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But of cos, she wudn't listen. She went back to have fun. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;C'mon ladee, it's ur bdae! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The next day, nothing happened. Hahas. No comments lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As long as she enjoyed that day. We're ALL happy for her. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-2674507807851736155?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/2674507807851736155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/jayshree-susannas-bdae-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/2674507807851736155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/2674507807851736155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/jayshree-susannas-bdae-bash.html' title='Jayshree Susanna&apos;s Bdae BASH!!'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sc9qVgXWveI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tBsI4DCOMdc/s72-c/Picture+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-3997653609612858886</id><published>2009-03-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:14:51.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions of a shopaholic'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic Rating: 3 stars</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggie (sounds like froggie)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic today.. As I told ya earlier in my first post. . Ever since school closed, today was when I met them next.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Was great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Miss you ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Syawal (Wals), Aileen(Leen) and Aqmar told me they couldn't make it initially. So, Jov, Lee Yan and Me decided to go for the movie. But today when I went to meet them, Wals and Leen were there too (: They came to join us before the movie. We also discovered something else. Wals couldn't make it cos he didnt have enough cash. But he spent part of it on Hannah Montana! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wals.. Our frenship is worth lesser than Hannah Montana ahz :( Hahas. Okok dont angry k. We also know you skipped someone's funeral (you were suppose to attend) to meet us. Sama Sama *maju kehadapan..* alredi. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen! Hahaha! I missed you, especially your speeches! Like today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st try-- Aileen: The New York thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Priyaya enters the scene.. So everyone's attention kinda diverted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd try-- Aileen: Ya so the New York thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone laughs. Somewhere in the midst, start planning what to eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd try-- Aileen: So getting back to the New York thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone laughs again and starts leaving one by one to buy food. Left with only Lee Yan.. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Ure a joke really. And you've been missed too. Hahas. Looking good in ur new hairstyle pretty pretty.. Oh yes. If you compliment someone, u wud be expecting a "Thank You" at least right? But no. This girl here replies you with "EEee.." or "You blind or wat!" Hahas.. A weird and interesting girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, The movie. As you can see from the title, my personal rating would be 3 stars only. Guess I just had high expectations for the movie after reading the books. They kinda rearranged the parts. And certain parts were removed. Made it a little less interesting. However, they managed to find actors and actresses similar to the book's characters. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kudos for that! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvMkxeBR0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tcgws08XgdM/s1600-h/Rebecca1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317568717167609666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvMkxeBR0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tcgws08XgdM/s320/Rebecca1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNMZVS6RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-WmpkpzUcEU/s1600-h/Rebecca2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569397883332882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNMZVS6RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-WmpkpzUcEU/s320/Rebecca2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 Rebecca Bloomwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hers was nice. She fitted the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I-Am-A-Shopaholic-I-Know-I-Need-Help-But-I-Love-Being-a-Shopaholic-So-I'll-Just-Refuse-The-Help"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; role. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNQHgQvgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2BacW2LfiPY/s1600-h/Luke+Brandon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569461816966658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNQHgQvgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2BacW2LfiPY/s320/Luke+Brandon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Luke Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (on Rebecca's left) , was also similar in terms of personality (appearance, dressing, presentation etc) and character (workaholic etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNWLzj_pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2JyTmw3Kp_w/s1600-h/Alicia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569566050877074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvNWLzj_pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2JyTmw3Kp_w/s320/Alicia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And yes not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms Alicia Bitch Long Legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That was the best suited character..Haha! God, that woman sure does have long, slim legs. She sure did fit the bitchy role as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that does it for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance practices have started. So has my bodyache. The effects of dancing after slackin' for a long time. So Im a teeny bit more tired than usual today.. Turning in now.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-3997653609612858886?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/3997653609612858886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic-rating-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/3997653609612858886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/3997653609612858886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic-rating-3.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic Rating: 3 stars'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScvMkxeBR0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tcgws08XgdM/s72-c/Rebecca1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-2901739947897481210</id><published>2009-03-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:13:03.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>dAnCE at ACE</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start on this entry, I wana backtrack abit on Rose's birthday cos I just got the pictures from Laurene. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316021074457520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScZNAHGH60I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kZSEflTUndM/s320/DSC06529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From bottom left: Laurene [my close buddy since secondary school, now in SP too! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love ya loads gal &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;], &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The birthday girl, Thinesh [the great cook. hahas (: ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From top left: Gayatri and Shobana [They're sisters.. Got to know them on that day itself&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fazillah [this girl is such a sweetie.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love ya too sweets (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] and of cos, ME [&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I love myself.. Gee ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316024346295161570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScZP-jpAUuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dWYMMX4PQWI/s320/DSC06538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snap snap! Me and Laurene.. As I said, she was my best buddy since Sec Sch. One of my seniors. But after I knew her, never treated her that way. She became one of us. Seriously, very cute girl. We tease her so much sometimes. But she will just laugh about it. Hahas. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But in the midst if I had said something and hurt you unintentionally, I'm sorry yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hey, she is a great dancer too. If you noticed, she is one of the girls in the dance picture taken in my Secondary School (in the post all about "Dance"..Think its the second post). Now we're both in SP and in the same block as well! We bump into each other so damn often in Foodcourt 6 and NEVER FAIL to say this dialogue, "Babe we should meet soon" But I tell you, that day will never come if not for occasions like this. Hahas. Laurene, Laurene. Funny. Now you see why I tease her? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, this was taken in a rush cos I had to meet my dad who came to fetch me. But still looks good yea? Thanks to Lollie (Jus feel like calling u this. My nickname for you! =P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316026904534105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScZSTd0svXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bAX16deh8IE/s320/DSC06539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sweetie pie! Our first meeting was on New Year's Day 2009.. She got introduced to us as Laurene's and Rose's friend.. She barely knew us, yet she baked chocolate chip muffins for all of us! It's not the action, but the thought. It just creates a very good impression of someone, first hand. Never would've striked me to do such stuff. And I tell you, the muffins were damn good. Think I ate the most. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whoever your other half is gona be, that guy is sure lucky ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahas. So yea, that was where it started. Second meeting was at Rose's party. I hope there will more times we will get to meet yea, sweets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so that's the end of back tracking. Back to my current post..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to ACE ytd! Wondering what it is? It's an Indian Club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316074551938281282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScZ9o6PGb0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YXc1jhhYON8/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.. For those who don't quite know me that well, here's something. I do drink. Not on a frequent basis. Only whenever I get to. I can count the number of times I've drank so far which is about 3 or 4 I guess. But whenever I do, I drink quite a lot. Jus to let myself loose and free of everything in my mind.. But no worries. I don't do it blindly, only with ppl whom I know of very well so that I'll be well taken care of. For instance, this time I went with my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had great FUN too! The dj was damn good. Playing all the "powerpacked and happening" songs. So I just hit the floor till my legs ached.. Oh my gosh. It was then that I realized that I had missed dancing so much! (The last I danced was in October 2009 for a TV performance) I was all dressed very nice and elegant (sorry didn't take any photos ): ) but was dancing as though there was no tomorrow.. Hahas. Both my mom and sis were sweating it off as well. After so many years, I danced with my mom ytd. God. She was full of energy and vibrancy. Actually, I'm not surprised. Cos I know that I have this natural dancing talent running in my blood cos of her. Had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time. Both of them made my day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love yawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok then, Im off. *Yawns* Nights bloggie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-2901739947897481210?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/2901739947897481210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-hi-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/2901739947897481210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/2901739947897481210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-hi-hi.html' title='dAnCE at ACE'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScZNAHGH60I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kZSEflTUndM/s72-c/DSC06529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-1516573438090039181</id><published>2009-03-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:16:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yavarum Nalam-- Hale and Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I got my results today. I have both &lt;strong&gt;Good&lt;/strong&gt; news and &lt;strong&gt;Bad&lt;/strong&gt; news. Dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt; GPA was very good! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But cumulative GPA is still low. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I totally regret slacking during my first year. No matter how hard I work now, my GPA is still low. Sigh. Let's just see how high I can hit by the time I graduate. Hoping for the best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Back to my daily entry]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; feeling very shitty now actually. Having flu cos of the stupid weather. Beat that. Spoils my mood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've started working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alredi&lt;/span&gt;.. as a Dance Instructor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sthg&lt;/span&gt; I have been doing since last year.. To switch roles and teach a class is very different. Cos I've only been taught all my life. Teaching Primary School students is a pleasure. I taught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt; school in which there were mostly all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; students. But despite that fact, all of them welcomed and were very interested in a dance of a different language and genre. I loved that. I couldn't wait to see my students each time during practice. I had to wake up early and travel a VERY LONG distance. But my students kept me going. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I miss you guys&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314583120871473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScExMMjUwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PqhVmgS86VM/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, it turns out to be the other way round for Secondary School students. I teach two different classes. One is noisy but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;while the other is noisy AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;REBELLIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They simply refuse to dance! I mean if it was me, I would enjoy every bit of it! I never had such opportunities when I was in Sec Sch. And quite surprisingly, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;REBELLIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class happens to be in a better stream than the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class. It just tells me two things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smart students may not necessarily possess good attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being smart isn't everything. If you ain't got a good attitude, then sorry to say, you're a loser, lost in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope they realize this early. Can't wait to see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class next week! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Tuesday, we celebrated Rose's birthday (: You must be wondering who's she right? She is Ragazza's 1st and No.1 Fan! You'll be able to hear her screaming in the Dance Arena video. Haha. If Jovis and gang can rmbr the competition in Woodlands CC, they should be able to recall her.. The LOUDEST person there screaming for us.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can rmbr&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, it was her birthday and we all went down to her terrace house near the Pasir ris beach &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ((: Over there, Rose was all dolled up by all her girl friends.. Looking good, smelling sweet..&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Great job girls ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And yes the food, it was a steamboat dinner.. Dono where you guys get all this ideas from. But it turned out damn well! I ate A LOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Thinesh, for cooking most of the steamboat stuff &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Very nice of you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and my darling Fazillah for the Currypuffs and dearest Laurene, for the Brownies! And for the rest who's mouth shud have been watering by now, I guess you just missed out on a lot of stuff. Too bad.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Wednesday, My mom, Nazreen and me went to watch the latest tamil horror flick, "Yavarum Nalam" which means "Everyone is fine/well". Compared to other tamil horror films where the ghost will appear in super thick white powder, weird contact lens and funny make up &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's hilarious you should watch it&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, this movie definitely had a higher standard. But it wasn't that very scary still. The visuals were much better and the sound effects did the trick. Cos they were way too loud! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aiyo. I know ghost movie la but lower down a bit leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess that's about it for today. There's dance class tmr. Have to turn in now so that I have the strength to scream tmr. So Good Night everybody..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-1516573438090039181?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/1516573438090039181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-bloggie-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/1516573438090039181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/1516573438090039181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-bloggie-bloggie.html' title='Yavarum Nalam-- Hale and Healthy'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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/_GKDjeUrywfo/ScExMMjUwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PqhVmgS86VM/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-6454179043575385240</id><published>2009-03-15T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:54:10.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-A-N-C-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During school, I'm busy, lifeless and loaded with so much of work. I'll miss holidays. But now that holidays are here, I'm so free and bored. I miss school now. Argh. Nothing is satisfying!I am working and all but it's just a few days a week. And I do go out once in a while. Hmm, you know what's the best? Dance practice! &lt;strong&gt;Can't wait, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing. Since young. I guess it just runs in my blood. Let's just go through my dance history.. briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;During kindergarten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken for one of my school shows. My first time dancing on stage. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313417635569274146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sb0NMBdnDSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tOVfFExMqPA/s320/1961496275355l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary school, I didn't dance that much. So after a good, long 6 years break, I started dancing again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Secondary school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where I slowly learnt how to choreograph dance. I was also in the Indian Dance CCA. Sadly, I haven't taken much pictures of them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Polytechnic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thot I would give myself a break from dancing. Little did I know that there was something bigger waiting for me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; RAGAZZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends in poly. One of which, Ramija. We became pretty close friends. One day she just randomly brought up the idea of opening a dance group. And that was a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramija brought in both her cousin Nazreen, and her fren Azizah into the team. We invited another one of our poly frens in as well, Chitra. I introduced my elder sister, Nithya. And Nithiya introduced her friend, Mathana. A bit confusing eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th July 2007. Ragazza was born. With us 7 dancers, the pioneers. In case you were wondering, 'Ragazza' means 'Girls' in Italian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313424011256820738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sb0S_Iv-dAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sxnxzvxPD6o/s320/1_620386247l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my team, some of us share the workload, from costumes to choreography. I am indeed proud to say that I am in charge of choreography for my team. It has been a very big challenge to me from the start, still is. It also made me realize my capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At this point, I just want to make a note to everyone. Hardwork always pays off. And if the credit is meant for you, you will get it. Please DO NOT ever take the credit for someone else's hard work. I'm saying this because it has happened in our team. Don't wish to name anyone.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I am more than happy to be the backbone of my team and I will do my best. So will my team mates. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ChakDe Ragazza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I introduced one more person to the team. Tharshiela, my secondary school mate, cousin, fren. That was the good news. Bad news was, Azizah wasn't part of the team anymore. Well, that's alrite. We're meant to have just 7 dancers, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken part in 3 competitions so far. The latest one was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dance Arena Y2K 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It took place in Singapore Polytechnic but organized by someone else. We got the 5th prize out of about 15 groups or more which was a pretty good achievement for us within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to our dance video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpx_q7GrRo8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpx_q7GrRo8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, in the picture below, if you think you spotted 2 guys among 5 girls, then you are wrong. Cos, all of them there are girls! 2 of them were made up like guys for the dance. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427614198770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sb0WQ2wRqYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/COLyIFIW6WA/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dance Arena y2k 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Can't wait, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-6454179043575385240?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/6454179043575385240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/during-school-im-busy-lifeless-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6454179043575385240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/6454179043575385240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/during-school-im-busy-lifeless-and.html' title='D-A-N-C-E'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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/_GKDjeUrywfo/Sb0NMBdnDSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tOVfFExMqPA/s72-c/1961496275355l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862342217078175377.post-8242070607699371683</id><published>2009-03-14T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:03:58.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm Priya. I am a student in Singapore Polytechnic taking the Media &amp;amp; Communications course. I just completed my second year in the course about 2 weeks and 5 days back. Wait a sec. Is this how you write a blog? Hmm.. Well, this is my first post in my first blog. Kinda blur.. =S Like when have I not been blur. Haha. Lemme see.. Ok, I shall start with how I got tempted to write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged the gang today (my clique) to plan our next outing which is to watch the 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' which will be released on the 26th of March in Singapore. The movie is based on the series of books by Sophie Kinsella. She's such an awesome author. You know, reading that book is practically like reading about urself! Erm.. maybe not for the boys. But definitely for &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; girls..(I think.) Once I start reading, I can hardly put down the book. It's a great thing for me cos back then, I hardly read. Well then how did I start reading? That's a different story. Will tell you another day. Back to the book. Now it's gona be out in the theatre.. With my favourite characters coming to life on the screen.. So exciting! Ok so where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I msged the gang today. And Jovis replied me asking me if I saw the new banner on her blog. Then, she gave me the addresses to the blogs.. I read them.. Got tempted to create my own and.. &lt;em&gt;VOILA&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. Since I was young, I couldn't even keep up with writing a diary. I'll probably write on the first few days in the year. Then totally forget about it. By the time I get back to it, there will too many blank pages. And I would have too many things to write about by then, but lazy. So yea, there goes my diary...  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I made a second attempt too. I tried the blog in friendster. Oh my god! I just realized this is not my first blog after all! Okok. That was a confession. But anyways, that blog was a failure as well. It probably has only 2 or 3 posts till now. I tink I last blogged when I was in sec 4 after exams were over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, firstly, this blog is like a so-called challenge to me. No matter how busy I am, I am going to try to remember and blog.. about me.. the lovely people around me.. my daily happenings.. my own reflections.. and everything else (that I'm willing to share) under the sun! Let's see if I can really do it. But people, if you happen to visit my blog after probably a month or so, please don't be surprised to see jus this &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; post.. Hmm, yes. It's bound to happen. But wait. Maybe Not. We'll see, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks. It's 1 am now. I guess that is it for my first post. Yawn.. Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3862342217078175377-8242070607699371683?l=lady-danseur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/feeds/8242070607699371683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/holla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/8242070607699371683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3862342217078175377/posts/default/8242070607699371683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-danseur.blogspot.com/2009/03/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>kaTtaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942057294781222544</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>
